2 comments/ 6880 views/ 1 favorites Defeat By: Syrus_Magistus With a cry of pain, Arashi, Guardian of the Heavens, fell from the sky as if his fiery wings themselves had been clipped. He now lay crippled upon the thick branch of a tree that was probably older than he was. His fight with Kaosu had been brutal, but apparently he was at a disadvantage when it came to fighting her. She was the undoing of everything he stood for. What might have taken him innumerable years to create, she could raze in moments. She was his absolute antithesis and O, how he despised her! Although the Great Wars had ended long ago and the two halves of Tu Aldruom had since rejoined, neither his dark twin, nor his consort's shadowy reflection had dispersed. They had long lived side-by-side in relative peace, yet every so often something would provoke one of the four and some form of battle would break out amongst them, often leading to the defeat and generally the subsequent sealing of the fallen's core essence. Not long after Arashi' fall from grace, light footfalls could be heard upon the branch the golden youth lay upon. He somehow managed to muster the energy to glare up at her, although doing so in and of itself was rather awkward. Every time he looked at her, he saw his beloved Terra. The face was almost the same, as was the length and the style of her hair. Even her perfect hourglass figure and shapely curves were mirrored so very eerily in the unholy demoness before him. She grinned mischievously at him, showcasing her serrated pearly fangs. That was another part of it. Although his lover's body was almost identical to the foul creature before him, she was also vastly different. Where his lover's hair was a rich amber color, the Sorceress of Chaos had fiery crimson tresses. Unlike the soft golden eyes of his lovely Gaia Ishtara, Kaosu's eyes where a spectral emerald color that burned with rage and carnal lust. While his beautiful Terra flesh was a flawless ivory color, the woman who stood before him was a dark tanned color, no doubt a product of the harsh atmosphere of the former Dark dimension while wearing practically nothing. She bore an elaborate ebony flame pattern painted into her flesh in various places, such as her outer thighs, around her naval, fanning out over her firm buttocks before curling up tightly against the opposite pattern set just above the taught outer lips of her utterly hairless vulva. These same flame designs also went on to curl around her full breasts and shoulder blades before traveling down her arms. These flamelike marking seemed to keep to the edges of her being for the most part, venturing outside of this ideal only to further accentuate one of her primary sexual characteristics. However, these beautifully intricate patterns only appeared when she actively drew upon her power. Aside from a few small physical differences, such as fangs, clawlike nails, she would look almost identical to his darling Terra if it were possible to drain away all of the color, although the reptilian slits of Kaosu's eyes were the most unnerving of all. They were one of the many traits she possessed that so clearly stated her container's demonic heritage. As she slowly stalked further toward him, he suddenly felt the strong urge to flee. As powerful as he was on average, he felt completely drained at the moment. His vision went dark. Kaosu smirked. This would be so very much fun! She extracted a small wooden puzzle box from somewhere in the Great Ether and opened it. The effect was almost instantaneous. Multiple tendrils of energy lashed out of the box and wrapped themselves around the fallen Monarch of the Skies, dragging him into the box. As the energy brought him closer and closer to the hated artifact, his body acquired an almost translucent quality to it. With one mighty pull from the vines of light, Arashi of the Sky was broken down into pure energy and sucked into the box, which sealed firmly shut. Success! Kaosu took a moment to part her nether lip, allowing a single dark pink tentacle to extend outward. It slowly and carefully wrapped itself around the little box before it began to retract. Before it reached her entrance, two additional tentacles snaked out, parting the entrance further. To make the passage easier, Kaosu summoned forth a generous amount of her own natural lubricant to help. The small artifact slid in with little trouble as it made its way to the Goddess' womb, where an unlimited amount of extra-dimensional space resides. The tentacle drew back into the lining of her uterus, the box still in tow, and stopped. One might ask why she would carry objects in this manner, right? Quite simply, Kaosu's native land is far too hot and humid to wear too many clothes. She does, of course possess ceremonial robes for formal occasions as well as a set made for battle, but, for the most part, the Goddess enjoyed to walk about nude, aside from a few essentials, such as her invaluable bracer, a pair of dragon tooth anklets and the seal of Chaos she wore 'round her neck. This meant that the only place for her to store away items was within herself, though being a supernatural humanoid being, this was of little concern to her. Her task complete and Chaos restored to its ultimate glory, Kaosu made her way home. Focusing on the Sky Guardian's divine energy within her, she slowly rose from the large tree branch she stood upon and took off in the direction of her home realm, Karazon. As she soared through the air, high up in the sky, her thoughts turned to her so-called "consort." That lazy bastard was never around when she wanted him! The only time she ever saw him was at official meetings and during annual ceremonies that required their combined efforts, such as the festival celebrating the Union of Rain and Clouds, when everything would simply break out into an all-out orgy. Gender and sexual orientation became utterly meaningless and it didn't matter who you were fucking. Girls could mount boys and vise versa. Boys could mount other boys and girls could mount other girls. It was one of Kaosu's favorite celebrations in existence for obvious reasons. It was a celebration of Chaos and Emotion, meaning lots of drugged-up meaningless sex was perfectly okay. You had to keep on your toes though, otherwise it didn't matter who you were. You'd be fucked six ways to Thursday by several different people in the blink of an eye! O, blessed Chaos! After all, what could be more fun than having lots of sex for three days straight? This line of thought again reminded her of her "consort." Although the Divine Order had assigned her to him, neither was particularly fond of the other. They worked terribly together in battle situations and sex was a constant battle of wills, both craving domination of the other. They went together like oil and vinegar. The only person she got along worse with was Gaia Ishtara, her celestial "sister" who lived amongst flowers and little bunnies at all times, even when there where none physically present. Pft. How pathetic! Her thoughts again took another random turn, her mind far too corrupted by the forces of chaos to hold the same train of thought for too long. Now her thoughts focused on her homeland. O, how she loved her beautiful swamp! It was a place where all forms of reptiles and other creatures of cold blood. Hydras, Basilisks, Gorgans, lizard people, large Dragonflies and Serpentflies, Wyverns, even the powerful Rust Dragons! All of these magnificent creatures, as well as native humans, demons and the various creatures possessed by said demons. The hot and humid year-round temperatures also gave her a good excuse to flaunt around her beautiful, flawless body for all to see. Not that she really needed an excuse to do whatever she wanted, or that her body really even felt temperatures of any kind, which it didn't. That's not to say she didn't register them, but they merely had no effect on her. Her home was a beautiful one. She lived in a massive pyramid surrounded by an impregnable wall of rock and iron. The pyramid itself covered exactly twenty-five square miles. Her dwelling itself was merely the topmost segment. A temple in her honor if you will. Her living quarters where the very definition of lavish. It was almost a palace in and of itself. Her throne room was where she spent most of her time. From there, she could see anything and everything. It was both a source of entertainment, as well as a means for her to keep a watchful eye on her enemies and her homeland. Her room was certainly something else though. She often amused herself in her throne room watching the idiots of the universe cracking their skulls open in attempts to pull off foolish and complex magical evocations and athletic insanity or getting hit in the nose with various solid objects in would-be sparring matches. A typical day for her consisted of waking up, draining some poor fool of his life-force energy and setting various objects on fire. After this, she'd pay her School of Magick a special visit to teach her special classes. The rest of her grand pyramid was devoted to her army, training grounds simulating various environments and housing one of the Great Schools of Magick, as well as living quarters for its students. There was also one special area reserved for the breeding of Rust Dragons, which was rather complex, though it was built underground and none but Kaosu knew of an entrance to this place. Outside of her pyramid's walls lay a vast swampland village stretching out in all directions for miles, hidden beneath trees and built atop water and on semi stable sandbars. The population of this village was mostly female. There was a ratio of about five females to every male. The reason for this is rather simple too. Every day, the Goddess feeds on the life force of one male, dwindling the population exponentially. It is for this reason that Kaosu often encourages and sometimes even rewards her people for having many children. She recalled a time once where she came across a couple having wild sex out in public in broad daylight. She remembered smiling at them before scattering seven gold pieces around them. The two later conceived seven children, two of which she had personally drained and killed to sustain herself. Today would be a little different however. Today would be the day she finally knocked that pompous stick-up-the-ass Sky Guardian down a few pegs. Eventually the forest below her became flooded and waterlogged. Thinking about it further, she decided that her home was really more of a cross between a swamp and a bog. In actuality it was really a forest that had been flooded by the seas long ago. Not long after this, her grand pyramid came into view. A few short minutes later and she had landed clear at the base of the towering structure. On either side of the pyramid's forefront rose wide stone steps cut into the structures until it reached two-third's of the way up, at which point there was a flat stone walkway, two entrances and a single narrow staircase that led the rest of the way up to the temple at the top, the first room, being open to the general public if they felt the sudden desire to pay homage to her for being so absolutely awesome, or for whatever reason. The rest was her home. Below the main alter, capable of sliding off to the side, lay a beautiful spiral staircase that led one down exactly one floor. This was where Kaosu lived. Between the two massive staircases she stood before lay the main entrance, a ridiculously large set of metal doors that led into the main hall. From here, she took one mighty leap and landed flawlessly at the top of the two large staircases. From here she walked the rest of the way up the sacred (to many of her people) steps leading to the shrine atop. She reached the small landing and entered her shrine, igniting the deadly emerald "Chaos Flame" she was so famous for. It made a faint howling sound before she hurled it at the primary alter. The small fireball made a perfect impact with the shrine, freezing the earth-based elements and lighting the candles by green fire. The Goddess of Chaos smiled to herself as she padded over to the alter and pressed down on the centerpiece, a beautiful multifaceted emerald that somehow failed to reflect any light whatsoever. It glowed briefly from within when she touched it before the entire alter abruptly slid to the left. She wasted no time in climbing down the stairs and pressing down on yet another soulless emerald of a similar design set into the wall. She wanted absolute privacy from the outside world for the next few hours. As she made her way down the seemingly endless torch-lit halls lined with door, her thoughts took yet another turn. What would she do once she was finished with the Sky Guardian? She couldn't kill him and it would be a serious problem for the universe at large if she kept him sealed forever. She couldn't just let him walk off either. Oh, what a mess! Why her? She wasn't good with things like tact, damn it! She could absorb his power and his spirit in theory, but that would be a disaster! Chaos and Order, Male and Female: Arashi and Kaosu. That would be a total mess. Their power and personalities would completely counteract and nullify each other into a powerless, soulless, genderless pile of shit. That would not be good. She could always have her fun, reseal him and then release him far, far away and make a run for it before the god came to, but as soon as the Sun hit him, he'd come back to life. That meant that she'd do well to bring a dimensional crystal to rip open a portal to another time-space for the return home. No, no. That wouldn't work at all. Arashi of the Sky was all-seeing. If he knew what he was looking for, there was no possible way of hiding it from him. She was doomed. Oh, well! Though Arashi may be omniscient, Kaosu of the Black Flame was omnipotent, or at least she had the potential to be under the right conditions. Even so, Arashi of the Immortal Sky was smart; he was very smart. He'd surely find a way to get her back. Such intricate thought soon proved too straining for her to sustain. Thus, her tactical mind abruptly crashed. She briskly rounded a corner and turned the handle of her room's door. Everything inside had an earthen tone to it, ranging from many vibrant green colors to dark reddish-brown colors. Her bed was massive and her reclining area was as beautiful as it was comfortable. A bundle of dried wood burned brightly in colors of both green and orange/red/yellow respectively. The walls were lined with books and dusty old scrolls, even in light of having her own private library and study. The Goddess of Chaos was clearly a well-read one to say the least. In fact, it was one of her favorite pleasures, right alongside sex, psychedelic drugs, pointless acts of violence, parties and, of course, CHAOS!! She walked across her lavish room to her heavenly-soft bed and climbed onto it, laying on her back and spreading her legs wide open. Her hands wandered down toward her taught nether lips and spread them apart gently before delving further on into her womanhood, stretching her own entrance open and inducing her body to secrete its own natural juices once more. After a few more moments of this, she gave the neural command for the dark pink tentacle to bring the puzzle box back out. She sighed impassively as the boneless appendage passed through her vagina, the invaluable artifact in tow. She let out a small gasp as the small box was pulled free of her favorite orifice and from the tentacle's grip. The latter wasted no time in snaking its way back into its master's snatch and sinking back into the lining of her womb. Kaosu reached down and picked up the small cube. It easily fit in palm of her hand and she fiddled with the lock combination of the cube. It was a simple puzzle box. It didn't take much for the thing to open up and release the powerless Sky Guardian in a blaze of white light. He was still unconscious and apparently feeling as drained as ever. Good, it'd be easier to control him that way. Giving the situation further thought, she decided to nullify his power almost entirely. It simply wouldn't do if he managed to get the upper hand, now would it? Again she reached into a place within the Ether and extracted another item. This one looked somewhat like a choker, although it appeared to be more of a collar. It was studded with metallic bumps all over that almost visibly absorbed his power when Kaosu fastened it around his neck. His electrified golden hair lost its charge and the spiked shape withering down, curling itself. His skin too lost its ivory hue, replaced by a similarly pale color. The chakra on his forehead lost its color and faded away. He was now little more than mortal. His eyes suddenly flew open and he directed a deathly glare at Kaosu as soon as he felt the energy-draining collar around his neck. Though the electrical discharge that his pupils gave off (trapped within the confines of his irises) had utterly ceased, his eyes could never lose their naturally hypnotic effect, nor the strong piercing effect that seemed to bore into one's very soul. Even stripped of his supernatural abilities, the Soul of the Lawkeeper was undeniably potent. He was clearly very angry. "Now now, love. It's no use glaring at me so. Your eyes are far too warm to project just a glowering stare effectively. Besides, it makes you look far too much like your brother, and who'd want to look like him? You should really take things much less seriously, love." the goddess admonished. "I want my power back. I demand that you release my soul immediately before the Natural Order falls to pieces!" he spoke in that sexy, oh-so-commanding voice of his. "You know me well enough to realize the aimless of what you ask. If I released you now, then what point would have been in capturing you to begin with? That's one of your flaws, love. You cannot see the world from the perspective of another. In the grand scheme of things, you really aren't that important. For though you may be one of the primary forces of nature, you are still only a fragment of Creation. Contrary to what you may think, the Universe will not crumble to pieces without you. The Sky will not collapse and the Sun will not die." she stated matter-of-factly. "That may be," he relented, "nevertheless, the caged bird will always seek freedom from its prison." "Ah, but you forget! Lurking outside the cage are ever more dangers. The household cat may be hungry and there's very little the bird's cage can do against that anyway, eh?" She licking her lips lustfully. "A wager then?" he purposed. It was not difficult to pick up the foolishly hopeful note in his voice. Nevertheless, she relented and decided to let him have his shining star. "Very well. If you manage to bring me to my zenith before night's end, I shall release you. If you cannot however, I will hold you here indefinitely as one of my personal manslaves. Agreed?" she smirked. So the bitch only wanted a good romp? He could do that, although he did feel a great deal of guilt over the stated conditions of his freedom. Even still, Arashi could hardly afford to lose this bet and remain universally inactive. And so, reluctantly, he agreed. His Terra would positively murder him later. Kaosu smirked, sitting up wordlessly. Before he had a chance to say anymore, she turned her back on him and sank down on his rigidly stiff member. The sensation was instant and the potency immeasurable. As her hot, moist cavity slid down his shaft, he experienced one of the most incredible sensations in the known universe. It felt like sinking into warm butter. Arashi was fairly well endowed, but that beautiful creature took every bit of it without so much as a whimper. His tool bent slightly as she began rocking up and down on it. She shuddered and emitted a sigh of pure ecstasy. Defeat I'd been reviewing my plans for a while now. I knew her schedule by heart, without even trying to memorize. Sunlight would barely creep through her small town before Carla wouldd be on her way to work. Now as I lay underneath her car, my heartbeat is strangely slow, but loud. I heard the front door to her house close, and her footsteps on the creaky wooden stairs. I watched her feet move to the side of the Jeep, and held my knife at the ready. It's now, or never. I heard the key in the lock and make my strike, slicing open her ankle. A deep, but relatively harmless cut. Carla yelped until I climbed out and on top of her, sealing her voice inside her with a chloroform-soaked cloth. As the tension left her body and her eyes closed, I stroked her lovely face. She was a cruel beauty, a seductive tease who'd been repeatedly leading me on only to then ignore me. Her soft, blonde hair cascaded around her head prefectly, as she was a true sleeping goddess. Linking my arms underneath hers, I dragged her into her own shed. My own twisted humor, I suppose, made me choose this very spot to perform my tortures. I'd been in here repeatedly over the past two weeks, setting up the necessary restraints and equipment to complete my scemes. Once I rested her limp body against the wall, I took the metal half-cuffs and screws that lay on the ground and drilled them into the thick wooden walls, her wrists bound behind them. I cut off her clothes with a pair of shears and lay them aside. Her naked body before me, I touched where I pleased. Barely touching her warm, radiant skin, I ran my fingertips along her collarbone and shoulders, then down to fondle her breasts. She stirred at that point, but did not wake. I quickly slid into my leather uniform, complete with a face mask and gloves. It was hot incased in this bodysuit, but I would risk no exposure. I didn't bother restraining her legs, for letting her struggle only to defeat her would prove priceless. No sooner did I open my cold metal toolbox, than my mistress of mindgames drifted back into consciousness. Nothing but a whimper escaped those precious lips, to my surprise. I wouldn't speak to her, both for fear of her recognition and to increase her terror. In a swift movement, I crept to kneel in front of her and grasped her throat with one hand. Squeezing hard enough to cut off air supply, but not enough to do damage, I watched her struggle with her restraints. I used my other hand to brutally shove two fingers into her cunt, barely stifling a laugh as a shocked look came across her features. Releasing her throat and revelling in her gasping sobs, I brought my fingers from her pussy to her face and rubbed her wetness onto her cheek as if to say "I guess you like that". Carla began to cry and beg me to stop, so I turned and attended to my toolbox, making sure to fumble around and make enough noise to stir a fearful curiosity within her. I took out my NRT and chose an L-bar to perform her first piercing. I took these over to where she sat against the cold wall, nude and beautiful, placing them beside her. In the dim lighting, I could see she was glancing between me and the instrument warily. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her cheek, then rubbed my hand down her body as she trembled beneath me. I ducked between her legs, again surprised at the lack of struggle she presented. Allowing the tenderness I held for her to take over for a while, I focused on her pleasure. I licked up and down along her lips, lingering every now and then at her hooded clit. A glance upward showed her head against the walls, eyes closed, and tears spilling lightly. For a quick second guilt passed through my body, and I thought about stopping. But, I'd regret it. I shook it off and resumed my selfish indulgences. I wriggled my tongue in her soaked cunt and felt the tension in her thighs heighten. Again focusing on her clit, I wrapped my mouth around her pleasure nub and sucked and teased with my tongue. Ever so lightly Carla muttered "Ohh... god". I determined that this was a defeated, humiliated statement of her pleasure. Abruptly, I stopped and grabbed the NRT. Delicately lifting her hood, I positioned the tube underneath and a warmed needle above. She made frightened, weak sounds as I hovered over her precious pussy, wanting to be precise and anticipating her reactions. When the needle went through her, she yelped in pain or surprise. A shockwave went through me, powerful and almost orgasmic, in response to this. "What the fuck?!" she cried out, and I slapped her in the face. She was shocked, obviously unsure of how to react. She looked down at herself, trying to see what I'd done. I slapped her again and she yelled. The light from outside was becoming brighter, and I assumed it was around 530 AM. They wouldn't be missing her at work, for she was supposed to be off today but I'd posed as her boss and called her in the night before. From my toolbox, I removed a thick, ribbed dildo and turned to face Carla. I grabbed her by the hair and pressed the tip against her mouth. She turned away and pushed against me with her feet. This time I backhanded her cheek, using more force than before. She turned away and panted in pain until I again forced her to face me with the dildo against her lovely lips. She closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth, so I jammed the rubber cock about three inches in. She whined and whimpered when I pushed further, but I would not stop until I had the whole thing down her throat. I felt her gag as resistance about five inches in, and I figured six out of eight would suffice. I pushed in one more inch then pulled out. Wasting no time I proceeded to position my surrogate cock at her still moist opening. Firm strokes, all the way in and almost all the way out, made that beautiful wet noise making my own pussy twitch and shudder with delight. She was whimpering louder and mumbling what I assumed to be attempts to beg for conclusion. I twisted the dick as I pushed it in now, and she arched her back in mixed pain and pleasure. I knew her new piercing was bound to be sensitive, but I paid no mercy. I shoved the dick in her again and again, losing myself in her pained face, her slightly jiggling tits, her cunt which swallowed the entire dick again and again, and her curled toes. Continuing my motions, I leaned over and began panting and grunting in her ear. Still crying, she moved away from me as far as her restrained body allowed. I desperately wanted her to come, to have that very last victory over my gorgeous Carla. My left hand propelling the cock to pound into her, I used my right hand again to clamp around her throat. In these precious seconds, I watched her face ever so slowly go from terror to surrender and pleasure. When I felt the resistance against the dildo sufficiently increase, I knew she was tightening around it, and was about to come. I released her for a short breath then resumed choking her, and began once again panting in her ear. At once her body began trembling, somewhat convulsing, and her jaw dropped. I slowed the pace of the dildo, riding the waves of her precious climax, but forced her to remain breathless for a few seconds more. When I released her and removed the cock from inside her trembling cunt, she slumped in utter defeat and resumed crying. Packing up the few instruments I used, I decided I was finished with her. I doused the same cloth again with chloroform and held it over her amazing face. When she was knocked out, I took the screws out of the wall and removed her wrists from the half-cuffs. There was sufficient bruising and slight cuts from her struggle against the metal, so I cleaned the wounded areas and wrapped them in ace bandage. I also cleaned her piercing and wondered if, perhaps, she'd keep it in - as these particular piercings are pleasure-enhancing. I wrapped her in a blanket I'd stored in the shed and exited our little gameroom. Letting myself in through the back door, I struggled to manuever her through the house into the living room. I placed her on the couch and assured maximum comfort. Taking one long, last look at her now peaceful features, I tucked a silky strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. With that, I exited her home, collected my things from her shed, and made my way home to relive the event again and again. Defeat She increased her tempo, moaning all the time. He was sure he'd win. She was only seconds from an orgasm, he was positive. Her vulva slapped down on his pelvis, rhythmically pounding her posterior out of shape. He felt wonderful and it wouldn't be long until he had an orgasm as well. But first he had to satisfy her and win back both his power and his freedom. Then, without warning, she stopped. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her antics before reached out for her lithe form, but she stood, her naked body gleaming in the firelight, and pulling herself off of him before turning to face him. Before he knew what was happening, she was squatting again, his probe feathering the ring of her puckered anus. His eyes widened in understanding. The heat and friction would force him to climax, while she gained possession of him forevermore and no orgasm. He wanted to object, but the feeling of that ass clenching his phallus was just too much to resist, even for one so high and mighty as he. He gritted his teeth as she sank down and sat on his pelvis. Slowly, she began riding up and down, his swollen organ fully inserted into her rectum. He gasped, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth. There was nothing to compare to this feeling. It was indescribable. He opened his eyes again, he looked at her open vulva. Upon sudden inspiration, he pushed his thumb into the opening, wetting it, then placed it on her swollen clit. He rapidly rotated his thumb against the small nub until it was her turn to cry out! She threw her head back and moaned as he swirled his thumb faster and faster, making an erotically wet, squishy sound. She partially bounced on his divine cock, whilst also riding forward and back against his thumb. He watched her face very carefully now. She rolled her head back and stared upward before lowering it once more to look down at him with that unnatural glow of her eyes. He could tell by her expression that she was about to climax. So was he. Whimpering loudly, she rocked ever faster. He could feel it stirring inside of her. It was absolutely wonderful. Suddenly, he found himself concentrated on his own orgasm. This would be a big one. He felt his testicles heating up hotter and hotter until he jerked upright and exploded into her. Spurt after spurt of burning hot cum filled her tight little butt. Through the haze of his orgasm, he heard the frightful cries of her as she experienced her own orgasm. Not unusually, he couldn't really bring himself to care in the slightest. It was hard to concentrate on much of anything when his loins were melting into that hot ass of hers. Somehow, strangely, he had managed maintained the motion of his thumb on her stiff clit. This was further confirmed when he looked down to see his thumb still circling fiercely. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, long after his stopped. When his stopped was a mystery to him. It seemed to take hours, possibly days for the fire to die out and the tremors to stop. But the ferocity of her orgasm surprised him. Now, suddenly, she seemed to have taken on her ultimate humanoid form. Her flamelike tattoos burned a vivid emerald hue and her hair had become a dark, fiery orange mixed with ebony. Her eyes glowed with a supernatural ring of yellow and her mouth curled in a dark and demented smile. The studs of the collar vanished and the Sky god felt his power return to him instantly. It enveloped him in a storm of wind and plasma. Not anticipating the shockwave of raw energy and power, Kaosu could do nothing to stifle the shriek of agony let loose from her lungs as she was electrocuted from within. Her hair spiked in every direction, her eyes were blind and her flesh was baked from the inside out. She doubled over in pain, her neural synapses completely fried and unable to fire anymore. Her mind went blank and her spirit, the potent divine essence that was her identity, was forcefully expelled from her host body. Kaosu looked down at her physical body as it fell against Arashi's chest and continued to sizzle and burn. The magnetic field surrounding her body had abruptly switch polarities, causing it to repel her spirit rather than attract it. O, what a mess! When the electrical surges finally ceased, Arashi felt more energy flowing through him than ever before. Looking down, he noticed the empty shell that once housed Kaosu, still twitching occasionally from remnants of his own energies. Looking up, his eyes could easily see Kaosu's spirit floating above, frequently attempting to reenter her body but being repulsed every time by her body's own magnetic field. This situation was nothing short of comical! The sky deity casually pushed Kaosu's shell off of him and rose to his feet, conjuring his usual white robes around himself. He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he pondered the moral of this story. The ego blinds? No, that wasn't it. Justice prevails? Naw, that wasn't it either. Ah, he knew now! Looking over to Kaosu's body and then to her spirit, he grinned mischievously. "You ought to know better than anyone, Kaosu. Don't play with fire unless you're prepared to be burned-" he said, sparing another look at her body again, "-to a crisp." He vanished in a show of sparks and plasma and Kaosu felt hatred even in her spiritual form. It didn't last long though. Before she could fully register what happened, her astral eyes went dark and her senses were suddenly filled with a tremendous pain from within. It seemed Arashi's dramatically exit has repolarized her body to suck her back in. Now she was faced with repairing her physical from without the use of any automatic regenerative abilities her body possessed. It would be a while before she was in any fit condition to awaken again, so she set to work fixing what she could in the state that it was. Worlds away, Arashi of the Skies rematerialized in his own home: The Sky Pillar. He was greeted by his lover, Gaia Ishtara, who sat upon his bed of clouds. "Ah, Terra! You wouldn't believe what just happened, you see--" "Yeah, about that," she interjected, "we need to talk..." Angry though she looked, there was no hiding the gleam amusement from her warm, golden eyes. Arashi grinned sheepishly. "Nice bondage collar by the way, Ara."