The ice palace quaked.
Shards of divine frost exploded from the vaulted ceiling as the Goddess of Judgment descended like wrath itself, wings wide and blazing with celestial fire. Her sword pulsed with law—Veritas, the Blade of Unmaking. Her face was hidden behind a veil of gold light, but her voice thundered:
"Lucien Manson. Tyrant-blood. Seducer of saints. Corrupter of heirs. You stand condemned."
Lucien stood naked, soaked in the sweat and climax of his latest conquest—Elira, still trembling beneath him, silver hair tangled in ice-drenched sheets. Her skin glowed faintly with the aftermath of pleasure and power. Her thighs still quivered from how hard he'd made her scream.
He turned to the divine executioner.
Unfazed.
"Condemned?" he said, licking Elira's taste off his lips. "That's just another word for desired."
---
> [System Alert – Divine Entity Engaged]
[Boss Class: Demi-Prime Deity – Type: Absolute Law]
[Battle Conditions: Damage Scales on Lust-Fueled Rage and Corrupted Faith]
[Recommended Strategy: Subvert, Drain, Destroy]
---
The Goddess raised Veritas. "You have corrupted one of my chosen."
Elira struggled to sit up, face flushed, body marked with Lucien's bloodline symbols.
"I… I chose him," she whispered, as tears turned to ice on her cheeks.
The Goddess paused.
Then growled, "Then you'll die with him."
---
Lucien moved.
Fast.
Faster than light.
His hand clamped around the goddess's ankle mid-descent. Her blade missed his skull by a hair.
> [Tyrant Reflexes Activated – Speed Boost: +60%]
He yanked her down, slamming her through the icy floor in a brutal crater. The temple shook.
> [Damage Inflicted: -8% Divine Shield]
The Goddess kicked him off—her form blurring into wings and light. She shot through him, leaving a glowing gash across his ribs.
Lucien grunted, but grinned. "Oh, you do like it rough."
---
From the shadows, Lilith and Aralynn arrived through Lucien's blood beacon—drawn across space by the clash of fate.
They saw Elira half-naked, dazed.
They saw the goddess floating above, fury incarnate.
And they joined the fight.
Lilith moved first, twin daggers blazing. "I've always wanted to stab a god."
Aralynn summoned a blood pentagram beneath the goddess—sigils swirling. "Let's see how immortal she really is."
---
> [Bloodbound Link Engaged – Battle Sync: 3 Brides Active]
[Tyrant Buff Applied: +75% Attack Power / +Regeneration / +Lustfire Shockwave]
Lucien leapt from the shadows, slamming into the goddess mid-flight. Their bodies collided, light versus blood, lust against law.
She screamed, divine wings shielding her.
He laughed, tearing through her shield with claws dripping sex-magic.
"Tell me, holy one," he growled, "has anyone ever made a goddess moan?"
---
> [New Skill Unlocked – Divine Dismantle: Disrupts Absolute Buffs Through Prolonged Contact and Lust-Based Attacks]
---
Aralynn chanted, red lightning lashing through the air. "Lucien, keep her busy!"
Lilith vanished and reappeared behind the goddess, slicing through her right wing.
The Goddess roared.
Lucien grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down onto the temple floor. The weight of his power crushed her into the stone.
"Let's test something," he whispered, voice thick with primal hunger.
He kissed her.
Hard.
She struggled.
Then… froze.
---
> [Critical Status Effect Applied – Lustshock: Mental Interference Engaged]
[Resistance: 3% Remaining]
Lucien's kiss deepened—teeth grazing her lips, tongue dominant and unrelenting.
Her sword trembled.
Her glow dimmed.
For a moment—
She kissed him back.
---
Elira gasped. "Is he—?"
"Yes," Aralynn whispered. "He's seducing a god."
---
The Goddess shoved Lucien off, staggering, lips swollen, eyes wide with rage… and confusion.
"You… dare…"
Lucien stood over her, hard again, blood magic crackling from every pore.
"I do more than dare," he said.
He launched her upward with a Lustfire punch that cracked the sky.
---
> [System Event Triggered – Divine Fall in Progress]
---
But the goddess wasn't finished.
She returned in a beam of golden flame, body now reshaped in humanoid form—a woman of glowing bronze skin, blazing hair, and eyes that saw through time.
No longer veiled.
"You have earned my full judgment, Lucien Manson."
She raised Veritas again.
Only this time—Elira stepped between them.
"N-no…"
The Goddess paused.
"Elira," she said coldly. "You swore to me."
"I swore to protect the realm," Elira said, lifting her chin. "And he is the only one who can save it."
The Goddess's hand trembled.
Lucien moved.
So fast the world bent.
---
His claws plunged into the goddess's chest.
Straight through her heart of light.
Her mouth opened in shock.
She bled—liquid gold.
"Impossible…"
Lucien kissed her again as her power collapsed around him.
"Welcome to mortality."
---
> [Goddess of Judgment – Defeated (Mortalized)]
[Tyrant Bonus Acquired: Divine Fragment – Authority of Law]
[Unlocked Trait: Godbreaker]
Her body collapsed in his arms.
Still glowing. Still beautiful. But now—vulnerable.
Lilith approached, lips parted. "Are you gonna keep her?"
Lucien smirked. "She belongs to me now."
> [New Harem Slot: Divine]
[Add to Bond? Y/N]
Elira knelt beside the fallen goddess. "She was everything I believed in…"
Lucien touched her chin.
"You believe in me now."
And she nodded.
---
Later That Night – Inside the Ice Throne Room
The four women surrounded him.
Lilith straddled his left leg, biting his shoulder.
Aralynn kissed down his spine.
Elira worshipped his chest—tongue licking the edge of the new divine mark that pulsed across his heart.
And the Goddess…
...lay silent, golden eyes watching, still resisting—but aroused.
Her legs trembled every time Lucien looked her way.
"You'll break soon," he whispered. "And when you do… your divinity is mine."
---
As the harem melted into moans and movements, Lucien's mind drifted—
Not from fatigue.
From instinct.
He felt it.
Something moving in the shadows of blood and time.
A presence that was watching.
Not the Emperor.
Not a god.
But something… older.
---
> [System Alert – Global Event Triggered: The Crimson Eclipse Begins in 5 Days]
[All Bloodlines Will Awaken. All Enemies Will Move.]
> [And from the Deep Crypt, your mother stirs.]
---
Lucien froze.
"…My mother?"
---
> [Yes.]
> [And she is hunting your brides.]