Bored…so bored .'
Those were the thoughts of a, as of currently, God of heaven. Wallowing in a state of stagnation upon his own domain.
Nevermind the plush interior, luxurious carpet and curtains, and aromas that stimulated the senses beyond imagination. They were nice, just not enough.
On his bed he lay. A figure laying aloft in his chambers staring at the stars above. There was a roof he simply wished to look at the stars instead of the ceiling. As was his will in his domain.
'Granted. That mural is very pleasant to look at. Especially after a fun night or two…or six.'
He muses that thought with a slight chuckle. Nights including love and passion a plenty. Nights of carnal ecstasy and savage whispers.
Nights he ruled over again and again. Not just in heaven but in the mortal world itself.
For he is Eros, God of sex and love. The passion maker, the mood setter, the best wingman any God or Goddess could ask for. Whether it's at parties, weddings, reunions, and more. If it ends with a heart full of love or a bed reeking of passion. Oftentimes both. It falls directly in his domain.
"And a good reason to keep me here rather than let me come down." He said, rising from his bed.
Normally a love God like him would be welcomed down there. Walking and talking amongst the mortals. Drinking and dancing. Laughing and crying.
And most of all. Seducing and fucking.
'Lovemaking is the obvious intention but…things can get crazy in the moment.'
A rational reason was after Freya, Ishtar, and Aphrodite all descended to the mortal world, things got chaotic to say the least.
Freya practically bagging powerful children by the handful with her charisma and beauty and most of all ambition. Ishtar seducing and plotting in light and in shadows. Creating a network of prostitutes and warriors alike.
Aphrodite…was just using her Godly charm like it was free candy. Results varied but she stood out nonetheless.
Eros was prohibited from entering shortly after those three started to make names of themselves.
Were he to go to the mortal realm, he would no doubt be a powerhouse in his own right. Leading mortals by temptation and desire. Carnel gifts spread far and wide amongst an army of followers.
A new beautiful man or woman by everyone's bedside every night and every morning. Rewarding his children with new thrills for their progress in either dungeon crawling or personal achievement of some other kind.
This is what other Gods and Goddesses feared of him. But it was honestly far from that. Beyond far more than that.
Truth was he just wanted to walk amongst them. See them achieve their own desires first hand.
A crush becomes a partner, a partner becomes a lover, and a lover becomes something more after a certain event.
Marriage. The ultimate destination of love. Hopefully lasting long and well when both are withered and gray.
And further lasting beyond that of life itself.
Eros sighed aloud. After fully dressing himself he leaves his domain and enters heaven proper.
He shouldn't be so sour about it. He was happy where he was ,there is no denying that. He takes his duties here very seriously and enjoys looking from afar at what mortal kind has done.
But he still feels like he could do more. Which is why today is so special.
After walking what felt like a short distance but was actually a great length to travel. Eros Stands before a large pool of water.
The water is still, with not a single ripple taking place on its surface and looking more like clean glass than liquid.
He leans over more and stares at the pool. Where once he saw his reflection, now he sees the mortal world.
He sees it in parts, depending on his interests. He sees a farmer tending a field of wheat. He sees the wife watching him work holding a tray with snacks and a cool drink.
Another place, he sees an elven woman teaching a small class of young elves on their history. Her stern features only softening when she glances outside and sees a male elf holding a wrapped bundle of food. Accompanied by a kind smile that softens the woman more.
In another area he sees something special. On a bed in a tiny cottage. There is a great thing taking place.
A couple are engaging in a night of pleasure. A young cat man was thrusting himself behind a human woman. There figures dancing with lust and love with each thrust, each ripple, each breath, and each sweat. The man leans over the woman as he thrusts on. One hand holding a curvy hip the other reaching the woman's hand and clasping it. The woman reciprocates and clasps his in return. The silver rings on both hands gleam in the midst of the passion.
Eros smiled. Love settled and passions alight. A wonderful first night for them.
"A voyeur again today, Eros? Has shame left you so quickly again that you can't leave mortals to their privacy?"
A voice asked the God of love and sex. Deep and strong but not unkindly.
An easy jab at a God such as him.
Eros smiled and turned his attention to the speaker who was walking up to him. He was a man taller and wider than he was. Well muscled with the look of either a craftsman or a fighter. Sometimes both if the mood takes him.
And Eros and every God and Goddess in heaven hope that mood never, ever, takes him.
Besides his physique he has brown hair on his head and face the color of a rich brown. This color complimented his gold white robes he wore that seemed to glow at certain angles.
The man's face ,like his body, was strong. Square jaw and broad nose and eyes that burned a soft amber.
Despite his words to the God before him. There was no judgment in them. Merely a jest in good will.
Eros faces the man with a small smile. As innocent a one he could ever make.
"A voyeur? Hmmm maybe. But I prefer to think of myself as a critic on some matters I specialize in and viewing the mortals' attempts at the craft I rule is what a critic like me would do, no?"
The man stands next to him and looks down into the pool. Seeming to look at what Eros was just witnessing.
He looks at him and says, "I've seen more interesting things in my spare time."
Eros gives a sigh but never loses his smile.
"Not everyone can look at stars being born everyday and not get bored. The fireworks are fun at first but after the tenth or twentieth day they can get to be eyesores. Quite literally if I'm honest."
The man gives a laugh, "Guess I can't judge you for what you like then?"
"No you cannot."
Both stare at each other, their smiles never dropping. Then as one they reach a hand to clasp in a firm handshake.
"Been a while Svarog."
"And you the same, Eros."
Svarog, a blacksmith God. A craftsman not unlike Goibniu or Hephaestus. A God that works the forge and fire just as great and yet separately unique.
For his domain of the forge contained some of the only remnants of the first stars made and the first ones to die. These scraps are not wasted in his hands, instead they are used to aid in the birth of other stars and lights in the night.
Eros appreciated Svarog. The stars were some of his favorite things to look at. It's almost criminal that not many could appreciate the work this forge God does. Both mortal and God alike.
But he was getting off topic. Eros hadn't seen this God in over a thousand years.
Not since the end of 'The Age of Heroes.' On the mortal plane.
"Have you finished it?" Eros held his breath after that question.
So long…so long has he waited. Was it finally done?
Svarog let out a sigh. His breath reeked and Eros had to cover his nose and take a step back.
The forge God smiled at the reaction, "Sorry about that," he said, not sounding it all, "you gave me quite the project to do. It's a miracle I made any progress in the first place."
His face grew stern but with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes.
"But yes. I've finished it."
He reached into his robe's pocket and pulled it out.
A flower…unlike any flower Eros had ever seen.
It resembled a mix between a rose and a water lily. It was in full bloom and was a vibrant pale pink with the center bulb being a lovely crimson. It glowed with divine beauty that only a God or Goddess could know.
"Amazing," Eros said looking at it, "you outdid yourself this time. I can practically smell the power on it."
Svarog smiled at the love God's words and expression.
"I made it exactly to specifications. It wasn't easy and it was agonizing to work on but it should do what you sought out to do and then some if I'm honest."
"Then all I have to do is-"
"Your power is the final catalyst. The final 'blessing' if you will."
"And it will-"
"Across many spaces and time itself."
"The requirements?"
"Installed and active upon arrival. 'Great gift but no shortcuts' were the instructions."
"Will I be able to-"
"Yes. You may have to give that thing fresh ideas now and again. Can't keep repeating here and there with it. That's cheap and boring."
"It's perfect."
"Not yet."
Eros looked up from the flower and into the forge God's eyes.
"Like I said, the final 'blessing'. You have to give it your power so it works right." He shrugs his shoulders, "I had everything but one last material."
Eros looks down at the plant again.
"It was my idea after all." He smiles, "Almost thought it impossible to be honest. Another far flung 'Gift from the Gods' like the 'treasures' we gave them."
Svarog laughs, "Still can't believe that sometimes. This however will be far more useful but tricky than a bikini would be."
Eros laughs loudly. That moment with the treasures is one of the best moments he ever got to experience in his long and eternal life.
But no, it is not the time for laughter. Now is the time to act.
To help the mortal world after so long.
To aid against the coming darkness that breathes down everyone's neck without them even noticing.
To stop great evil.
To save all that is to love.
Love…his domain as precocious as sex was. If not more so.
The love he saw got smaller and smaller in the lives of the mortals below. Whether by cruel circumstance, savage action, or twisted machinations. The love was getting smaller and smaller.
And the darkness kept getting bigger and bigger.
Time to help push it back.
Eros takes the flower. It weighed practically nothing and was virtually weightless.
Yet he felt the power in it, the cosmic forces that aided in its creation were very potent in his hand now.
Without a word he turns back to the pool and holds his hands out over the water. Gently cradling the flower in both hands.
With almost painful effort he closes his hands around it. Completely covering it from any visibility.
"Please, to those who may come," he says in a whisper, "Aid whoever finds you. Aid them in helping this world against the evil that is… and the evil that is to come."
He squeezes his hands around it.
"May whoever finds you be kind, caring, and brave. May they be worthy of your strength and you worthy of theirs."
He squeezes tighter. Practically gripping his own hands.
"May the days be bright and full of light to all who come and may the nights be passionate to those who answer."
The God of love and sex then squeezes as tight as he could. As tight as a being like him could manage on the force he held in his hand.
It almost went unnoticed…but both Gods saw it and one of them felt it.
A drop…a drop was forming at the bottom of Eros hands. Between the near non-existent gap between his hands there is a drop forming. It was a pale pink color, nearly transparent. But it was there.
Eros never loosened his grip. He just waited.
Eventually the drop fell from his hands and into the water. When it landed, the images of the mortal realm stopped. Replaced with one single ripple from where the drop landed.
Eros opened his hands and the flower was no longer there. Neither was there any sign of the drop of liquid that fell from his hands. In fact, they were completely dry.
Eros turned to face Svarog again and gave another smile.
"Now we wait and see who gets the gift."
With that said, Eros turns and heads back to his quarters.
"You do not wish to see?" The smith God called to him.
Eros, without turning around, says, "that was enough excitement for one day. Even for me," he lets out a long exhale as he walks, " I'll leave it up to fate or luck on who gets the blessing. The will of Gods can only go so far."
Nothing else was said after that. Svarog returned to his domain and continued his work.
Eros enjoyed his rest before he started enjoying the company he had over next.
The whole time the drop fell. Passing objects and spaces to get to a destination it never knew.
To bestow itself upon another. To give a gift unlike any other.
Til eventually, it landed
*pat*
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
Bell Carnell was not what you would call adventurer material were you to meet him.
You would probably see him as a young man with eyes too big for his stomach. Or someone so innocent that he would take practically anything told to him at face value.
In some cases you could see him as a rabbit…like quite a few do. Nevermind the fact he was a human and not a hume bunny.
Regardless. Bell came to the city of Orario for the same reason as many do.
To go on an adventure. To see unseen sights and sounds. To see the dungeon itself and explore it to the furthest he could reach. Which wasn't very far right now to be honest.
And in the back of his mind there was another reason. 'To pick up girls in the dungeon'.
That part of his reason he looks back with embarrassment and disbelief. His grandpa really put some wild ideas in his head growing up.
Though his first time in the city was…heartbreaking to say the least. With almost every God and Goddess rejecting him for his youth or lack of experience. Then, when he was at the end of his rope, she appeared.
A Goddess given her beauty and presence. Short but with…proportions that boggles the mind and rich dark hair. That mattered nothing to Bell though, she came to him in his lowest point and picked him up with a simple question.
"Would you like to join my Familia?"
Her name was Hestia. Goddess of the hearth and home. Something Bell was looking for since arriving. A home.
Now he had a Goddess, a home, and a falna by the grace of his Goddess to go register at the guild and venture into the dungeon.
It was coming up well for him so far.
So far, until now.
With a scream Bell narrowly dodges a strike that would have turned him into a puddle on the ground.
He heard the beast give frustrated grunts and move forward giving chase.
'Is this really it? Is my adventure over already!?'
He eventually met a dead end and could only have his back to the wall as the danger approached.
A minotaur. A mid-floor monster somehow made it to upper floors and picked him as its next victim.
Bell pushed himself further against the wall as the monster approached. It tried to gore him with its horns but Bell ducked out of the way.
He could feel and smell the breath of the creature so close to ending his life.
It rears its arm back to strike. Bell knew then he was going to die.
'Goddess. I'm sorry.'
A sound cut through the air and the minotaur lost the arm it was swinging. The monster stared at the stump before turning and roaring at the intrusion.
It was over in seconds.
Bell briefly saw flashes of silver as thin red lines appeared on the monster's body. It then exploded in a splash of gore and dissipating ash.
When nothing was left of the beast, Bell saw the figure that saved him despite the blood in his eyes.
And all over his body for that matter.
The figure was a young woman with blond hair. Wearing armor that shamed his own measly wears.
She held a blade of extreme quality and held it in a pose that spoke of years of training and experience.
Her face was in a neutral mask as if cutting down such a beast was like sweeping dust off her shoulders. Her golden eyes gave nothing away and their color added to her overall beauty.
"Are you alright?"
The question asked broke Bell out of his astonishment. He didn't have an answer to give. He was recovering from a near death experience and now the most beautiful and powerful woman he has seen is talking to him.
Bell never had any experience with women. He's talked to plenty to be sure. But not when his body was feeling as if his heart would burst.
Bell eventually broke out of his stupor when a cool wet drop landed down the back of his shirt. Giving him a jolt of chill that got him to move and talk.
"Ahhhhhhh!!"
Or run and scream.
Indeed the rookie Bell Cranel, after being saved by who he will find out was the 'Sword Princess', would turn tail and make a dash out of the dungeon while screaming his head off.
Truly a great start to his journey. Especially with the gift he inadvertently picked up.
A gift that tickled his back along his way to the guild and his home.
"Mmmm…Eina was mad at me."
Walking back home was honestly a reprieve after the day he had.
Survived a mid-level monster attack on the upper floors.
'Scary.'
Met the most beautiful woman he met and screamed and ran instead of thanking her.
'Embarrassing!'
Get chewed out by his advisor for coming into the guild covered head to toe in blood.
'Humiliating.'
So far the day seemed to throw curveball after curveball at Bell Cranel and now he just wanted to eat and sleep after the day he had.
Coming upon the old and dilapidated church that he and his Goddess call home. Bell entered and proceeded downstairs to where he and his Goddess lived.
"Bell!!!"
A short, curvy, dark pigtailed missile barreled into him upon his arrival.
"You look tired! Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Rob you? Why do you smell like you showered? What happened today?"
The Goddess Hestia fired her questions off the scant breath. Her concern and love for her sole child plain as day.
Bell really appreciated his Goddess and would be just as much concerned if she were having a bad day at one of her jobs.
Bell, with a red face, reached up to his Goddess that somehow ended up on his shoulders with her legs wrapped around his head while checking it.
He tried his best not to think how soft and smooth her legs were.
He put her down in front of him and said, "I'm fine Goddess. I had a bit of a rough time in the dungeon and had to clean up at the guild. I'm fine though."
He smiled at her looking right in her eyes. A reassurance that he was fine.
His Goddess looked into him. Finding his ruby eyes to be a calming force in her worried heart.
But he wasn't getting out of it that easily.
No sir! No way!
"You can tell me all about it during dinner," she turns to the table where their food lay, "you're gonna tell me everything that happened. Leave nothing out. I wanna know how my precious Bell got so roughed up."
"Goddess," Bell began.
"No negotiations!"
With that the matter was settled and all Bell could do was join her at the table.
With a sigh he began, "Well it started off like this…"
So he told her what happened and reactions were to be expected.
She checked him over again. She gave a half deadpan stare and half glare when mentioning his savior. She then checked him again when mentioning the shower he had to take
All in all…it was just nice being back home with his Goddess.
"So Bell. Ready to check your status."
The question came just as Bell was finishing cleaning up the table alongside his Goddess.
He looks at her and sees her smile.
The worry she had was gone and wanted to move to greener pastures. A quick Status check was just what was needed.
"Yes Goddess!"Bell replied excitedly to see if his ordeal bore any fruits for his trouble.
They moved to the bed where Bell removed his shirt. All under his Goddess's gaze. Who was appreciating the toned eye candy her child was gradually becoming.
"Goddess?"
Hestia was struck out of her gazing to see Bell on the bed belly down with his back bare to the world.
"Alright! Let's do this!"
Hestia got up into the bed with her child and straddled his back. Not sitting on it but hovering over with her knees by his sides.
After again appreciating the toned back before her, Hestia got down to business. Taking a needle she brought over with her, she pricked her finger enough to draw a drop of blood.
She hovered the drop on her finger over Bell's back and let it drop. Immediately a glowing light and letters and numbers made themselves apparent on her child's back. Denoting his strength, endurance, dexterity, agility, and magic.
Hestia gazed at the status before her and her eyes widened.
Bell Cranel lvl 1
S: 58-77
E: 5-13
D: 72-93
A: 107-148
M: 0
Liaris Freeze: Rapid growth. Continued desire results in continued growth. Strong desire results in stronger growth.
Drop of Eros: Direct blessing from heaven. Summon forth allies from far distant lands, time, and space.
To summon speak: By my voice hear. My words come. Answer my call and come forth.
Results are random and limited to available Tiers.
Further Tiers unlocked upon leveling up.
Upper Tiers can be summoned based on certain tasks.
Additional blessed summons are required by completing tasks.
Tasks are random and scale with the user.
Tasks must be completed in a set amount of time.
Tasks must be completed at least with two thirds results.
No blessed summonings will be given upon failure to complete tasks.
Bonus tasks are hidden and activated at random. Blessed summoning rewards varies.
Current tasks:
Kill 30 Kobolds.
Venture down 3 floors in the dungeon.
Complete above tasks without using healing items.
Time to Complete: 10 days.
Summon limit: Tier 1-Tier 2
Blessed Summons available:3
One Tier 1
One Tier 2
Bonus summon: One Tier 4
Hestia was flabbergasted.
Eros? The most perverted playboy in heaven? Only rivaled by Zeus?
He was still in heaven wasn't he? Looking at mortals in bed and doing…things.
Hestia shook her head. It was already jarring seeing Bell's stats jump like that. Him gaining a skill was already celebratory enough but this other one.
'Summoning.'
"Goddess? Is everything alright?"
Hestia broke out of her thoughts by her child's question.
He was looking back at her with a worried expression, "Did my stats not go up much?"
Hestia shook her head and finished up making sure to hide Laris Freeze when she transferred the results to paper.
She had a feeling she knew how that skill came to be and who inspired it, much to her chagrin.
She kept the magic on the paper. This was a weird one and Bell needed to know.
'The other skill definitely based on his encounter with that girl that saved him. Waaaa!! Bell! Why can't you look at me like that?!'
After transferring the results to paper. The Goddess and her child look down at the results.
Upon seeing the numbers, Bell jumped a bit on the bed, "My agility went up by so much!" He exclaimed with a smile.
"Guess that could happen when you're running away from big monsters." Hestia replied with a mirthful look.
Bell could only chuckle before continuing on.
"Drop of Eros?" his puzzlement was to be expected. As he read further on he became more and more confused. But he rounded on Hestia and simply asked.
"I can summon stuff now? I have magic?" his face holding a naive expression.
He was more excited about having magic than what it was. Such a sweet soul.
"It seems that way, but I have to ask," Hestia looked at him. This time with a look that clearly said 'What naughty thing do you get yourself involved in?'
"Goddess?"
"Did you read that skill's name Bell?"
"Y-yeah."
"Do you know who Eros is Bell?"
"Ummm. N-no"
"Well then," Hestia took a deep calm breath.
Before slamming her hands on both sides of the bed. Causing Bell to scream and jump before falling on the ground.
"That's the name of probably the most perverted God in all of heaven!" she exclaimed, rising from the bed.
"He is without a doubt the most depraved God at least! Anytime anyone talked to him, he would always tell a story of how he got…dirty with someone and just make it about him and his exploits and if things weren't already awkward enough, he would tell stories of how he watched mortals go at it!"
"What!"
"Yeah! In way too much detail too." Hestia sighed and took a few breaths to calm down before continuing, "the point is that it's Eros name on that skill and I know he hasn't left Heaven because he's not allowed to. There are already enough Gods and Goddesses of love in this world. We don't need another one that specializes in…in," she took another breath, gathering her courage, "sex." She finished red faced and practically steaming with embarrassment.
Bell too was red faced with embarrassment. A skill with a lust God's name attached to it. Who knows what it could mean.
'But still.'
Summoning…the ability to bring something forth with magic. Bell had read stories of heroes summoning spirits to aid them in their journey's and even their battles.
Maybe this was something similar.
"Goddess." He said.
Hestia, now relatively less steamed, turned her attention to her sole child.
Bell swallowed, "I'd like to try out the magic. If that's alright."
Hestia was stunned for a moment, before her brain finally processed what she heard, "But Bell," she gestured with waving arms which caused a funny dance on her chest that Bell had to look away from, "Didn't you listen to me? It's Eros. I don't know how he was able to do this or what game he's planning but it can't be good."
"Maybe," Bell said, "but it's still magic that's now a part of me. I can't just turn my back to something that's always with me. Can I?"
Hestia puffed her cheeks. Picking up the paper again and looking at the skill. Silently wishing she could glare it away.
"No," she eventually said, "I guess not."
Bell smiled at his Goddess. He will forever be thankful to her for giving him a chance no one else could.
Giving him a home to come back to.
It was only natural she was worried in the extreme for him.
Steeling his nerves, Bell walked up to his Goddess and drew her in for a hug.
Normally a thing would turn him into a stuttering mess. But his Goddess was upset and he had to try and make her happy.
Hestia gave a surprised gasp when Bell hugged her. After a few moments she finally relaxed in his embrace.
"That's cheating," she said, not sounding unhappy.
"Sorry."
Hestia sighed again, "Fine. You can use the spell."
Bell was ecstatic and moved to release the hold on his Goddess until her arms wrapped around him and clung on.
"G-g-Goddess!"
"Just a bit longer!"
"Hasn't it already been long enough?!"
"Nope! In fact it needs to be tighter!"
"Goddess! I can feel them! Your chest! Your chest!"
The embrace would last about five minutes before a satisfied Hestia and a cherry faced Bell got preparation ready.
After some rearrangements, Hestia thought it best they test the spell in the church auditorium. Clearing some old debris and moving some pews around should provide enough space for them to work with.
Or Bell to work with as it were.
"Okay Bell," Hestia said, "Just repeat the words and focus on the space. I don't know how this magic works but maybe you'll figure it out. It's your magic after all."
Bell would be flattered by his Goddess's faith in him. It would normally give him the confidence boost he would readily need.
Were it not for one thing.
"Goddess…why are you behind the door?"
Hestia was behind the door to the basement that led to their living quarters.
"Like I said earlier…Eros!" The Goddess voiced aloud. Her head peeking behind the door.
Bell thought it best to continue. He turned towards the empty space he and Hestia cleared and reached his arm out.
He recalled the words his magic said to intone.
"By my voice, hear.
My words, come.
Answer my call and come forth."
The moment he uttered the first words he felt power flush over him and converge on the focused spot. He could only describe it as a soft pressure over himself. Not aggressively or forcefully but like a gentle hug over his body.
The magic became visible before his eyes. Streams of light passing past his eyes and coming from every which way. It all started to form something before his eyes.
The lights made the figure of a flower seemingly about to bloom. The color of the flower flowed between a soft pink to a vibrant red.
Then it bloomed and opened and a bright light covered Bell's sight. He had to close them out of reflex.
When he felt the light go down he opened his eyes again. Steam or smoke remained in the spot seemingly obscuring a figure.
It cleared and Bell looked at what…or who in this case he summoned.
It was a woman that stood before him. She had dark hair that reached her mid-back and was styled in two large curls going down her back and two smaller ones going down past her collar, topped off with a purple bow on her head.
She was wore a pink uniform of some kind and wrapped in a gray cloak with yellow and orange marks with the inside of it being red.
She also wore an eyepatch over her left eye.
While her other eye showed itself a lovely crimson.
Her clothes ,though strange, seemed to do well in emphasizing a generous figure.
An arm was held under her sizable chest and the other was held up towards her head with her hand touching the eyepatch.
After the spell finished and the smoke cleared. Bell was staring at the woman who was staring back at him while doing a strange pose of some kind.
"…"
"…"
"…Ummm."
"I am called!" she suddenly exclaimed, "Arue, the most voluptuous among the Crimson Demons, and future author!"
She changed her pose again, bringing the arm she held under her breasts over her head and pointing at Bell with the other. Her one visible eye seemingly glinting red after posing.
Bell could not really believe this. He summoned not a spirit but an actual person.
'Was this kidnapping?
Is anyone looking for her?
Why does she pose like that?'
Did she mean for her chest to bounce like-
He cut his panicked thoughts off before they led him to much more embarrassing thoughts.
"Bell," the voice of his Goddess cut through the silence, "you summoned a person." she said in a blank tone.
"Yes Goddess."
"You summoned a big boobed woman too."
"…yes Goddess."
There was a long pause before finally the silence was shattered.
"Ahhhh!!! I knew! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!," Hestia screamed. "That magic is totally perverted! Eros has corrupted my precious Bell. My child's innocence has been stolen.
"Goddess!! That might be an overreaction! I haven't lost anything, least of all my innocence!"
"It's too late Bell! Your mind has gone too far into the pervert zone. There's no coming back!"
"My mind is still here!"
"Denial only hides the truth! It doesn't get rid of it! Banish the perverted thoughts! Banish! Banish! Banish!"
"Please stop acting like I'm a cursed victim!
This would go on for some time. The Goddess and her child danced around each other in an embarrassing display.
A sight that Arue thought was truly amusing before her eyes. She had an inkling of how things are at the moment.
She had most of her memories. Her time at school, her friends, her studies, her brief adventures, and of course her literary works.
She recalled a great deal of her life before being brought here…well not exactly brought.
She knows how she came to be. All that was left was to explain.
But as she stared at the short Goddess shaking the white haired boy to and fro. Still wailing about his apparent 'degeneracy'.
She thinks she'll interrupt them after a minute or two…maybe five.
"Got everything out of your system?" Arue asked with a smile from where she was seated.
The three were in the basement now, with Bell and Hestia taking the couch and Arue finding a seat for herself.
She eventually decided on the bed that was also in the room. Like most of everything is except for the bathroom.
She realized now that her summoner and his Goddess don't exactly live well.
'Reminds me of a certain someone.' She thought mirthfully.
Any further reminiscences we're paused by a meek cough from her summoner. Clearly wanting to escape the awkwardness.
"So um…I summoned you," he started, looking like a nervous rabbit when doing so, "are you a spirit or familiar or something else. I read stories of mages summoning allis or spirits sometimes but I'm just not sure…"
"No," Arue interrupted with a smirk, "you summoned a person. A flesh and blood person. Or more accurately," she brought her hands up and did another pose, "you summoned a demon! A Crimson Demon!"
Bell gave a sharp cry and stretched out his hands as if to hold off a great enemy, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't take my soul please!"
Arue had to hold back a laugh at her summoner's expression. He really was a cute one wasn't he?
"Bell stop panicking," Hestia said, "She's not a demon. She's messing with you."
Hestia gave Arue an unamused stare. Clearly not having any of her games.
"Ohhh?" Arue replied, "How could you know I'm lying? What powers do you claim to have to tell truth from lie?"
Hestia pointed a thumb at herself, "I'm a Goddess that's how! You can't lie to a God or Goddess. No mortal can and that alone tells me," she stood up sharply, making her chest bounce again.
'Those things are so big on her!' Thought Arue .
"That you're a mortal!" She finished before sitting down and crossing her arms, "so stop messing around and tell us the truth."
Arue knew she had better come clean, the Goddess would just be annoyed at her even more if she just made up more ridiculous stories for her amusement. Which to her was a pity. The white haired boy looked gullible enough to believe anything.
"Okay. Okay," Arue said, "I wasn't really lying about being called a Crimson Demon. That's just what my home and people outside of it call us. I am a human, a mage actually," she puffed herself up, getting another blush out of Bell, "Some of the most powerful mages in the world in fact."
Bell lost his flushed expression and replaced it with wonder, "Wow!" he said, "Were you one of them?" His eyes sparkled.
"No," Arue simply replied, "I was just a fresh graduate student and a so and so adventurer. With aspirations of writing for that matter."
Bell's expression lost its glow, the sparks dying in his eyes.
"But still," she went on, "I'm still a mighty mage in my own right. You won't find yourself disappointed with me."
Bell's expression became a bit more hopeful. Arue liked this one already. Easy to tease and easy to please.
"Okay that's good," Hestia broke in, "but how did the summon spell bring you here? I know a few stories myself and none I remember involved a spell summoning mortals."
Arue nodded, agreeing with the Goddess's explanation, "Because you're right. The spell he used didn't exactly 'bring' me here," she paused as if remembering something, "It wouldn't be inaccurate to call me a 'copy' of the person I am."
She got dazed and clueless looks from the two in front of her. Probably should explain more.
"What knowledge I have is only what the magic used for summoning me can impart. I have a basic idea of what I am or who I am," she waved a hand as if turning an imaginary wind, "I am Arue. I am also a copy of her. But it's more true to say I'm a recreation. Brought to this realm beyond space and time and ended up here."
She sees them starting to understand and disbelief was overtaking confusion.
"To put it in a much simpler way. I was 'brought' here from another world in response to your summons. A recreated person from another world to be accurate."
Bell and Hestia could only gape. Summoned from another world? Bell had never heard anything like that in all the tales he and his grandfather read.
Hestia however has read many stories both here in the mortal realm and in Heaven. It was the stories in Heaven that she recalled the most. Stories involving mortals being sent from one reality to the next. Having crazy adventures on the way.
It beggars belief that it was happening now but there was still one thing she picked up on.
"You said you were recreated?" Hestia asked, "you weren't brought from your world but 'made' for the summon."
Arue gave a small nod, "Something like that. I don't know exactly how the process works but I can only say this," she looks at them both, " I am Arue! I recall most if not all I've done to a point. I'm me! As flesh and blood as anyone else."
Her words left no doubt in them and Hestia detected no falsehoods. She was who she was and that's all that matters.
There was something else bothering her though 'recreated' from someone in another world and 'summoned' here.
'What have you done, Eros? What forces are you playing with that you would give a mortal this kind of ability? Why did it have to be my precious child too? What are you playing at, you underdressed skirt chaser?!'
As Hestia stews in her thoughts. Bell could only stare at the person in front of them. Another world? There were other worlds with people like him? Like the person in front of him?
Bell's mind was just flowing with such excitable questions but there was something he had to do
"Arue, right?" Bell asked, bringing a hand up to her and scratching the back of his head with the other, Bell sheepishly smiled and said, "I know it's a little late to be saying this but it's nice to meet you."
Bell gave another cough in his nervous state, "Sorry if summoning you was unexpected or surprising to you in any way."
Arue stared at the one who summoned her and then at the offered hand. She smiled before reaching out with her own and grabbing it in a soft handshake.
"It's no problem at all. It's what that spell is used for after all. To Summon allies to aid you and from the looks of things, I'm the first."
She then looked around and gave a soft laugh, "I hope you don't mind me saying but…is this where you live?"
Bell gave a nod, "It was given to my Goddess by a friend of hers. I've been living here since I got my blessing."
That raised another good point, "Blessing! Of course," Arue looked at Hestia, " I hope you don't mind but could you bless me with a Falna now."
Hestia looked at Arue with a tilt of her head, "You know what a falna is?" She asked.
Arue nodded, "I was given knowledge of this world, prior to my summoning. Only basic stuff though. Language, writing, some basic knowledge. Knowing about the Gods and Goddesses of this world and Familia stuff was covered." Arue paused to think for a moment, "I guess that will be true to anyone else summoned."
Hestia just sighed and rubbed her temples. So much craziness in just one day.
Her child was nearly killed, he got a weird skill on his back, he can summon people from other worlds…technically, and now that person wants a falna.
…why was she complaining? Her Familia just got a new member.
A very busty member by her own admission but still…
Hestia rose from the couch and nodded, "Alright. Just head over to the bed and we'll get started."
Arue nodded and rose herself, before gasping and looking at Hestia with a hand over her mouth, as if in shock, "My my. I've not been here an hour and already someone is taking me to bed. This world is surprising to be sure."
Hestia gaped. That wasn't what she meant! Not anything like she meant at all.
"Th-th-that's not…n-n-nothing like that!" She eventually got out, "It's just for comfort and nothing else! It's where I blessed Bell!…not in a dirty way!!!"
Bell was red in the face the moment Arue said what she said. He only got redder when the Goddess added her own words to the mix.
Arue laughed again. These two will be fun for the times ahead.
"Alright sorry," she said, "you both are just so much fun to mess with."
Hestia just *harrumphed* and moved over to the bed herself, "Bell please wait outside while we do this."
Bell nodded and proceeded upstairs.
"Awww don't want to give him a good show," Arue said, a smile in her words.
Bell went from walking to dashing and opened and closed the door behind him in the span of a second.
Arue chuckled, 'Fun to tease, always fun to tease.'
Hestia cleared her throat, " if you're done, let's get a move on this."
Arue nodded and joined Hestia on the bed. Sitting down by the edge while the Goddess was behind her. Arue then took off her cloak, loosened her tie, and unbuttoned the few buttons around her neck.
Her pink uniform was one big piece so it was required she remove the whole thing so her back was bare to the Goddess.
Hestia watched the girl remove her uniform from behind. From her position, she can clearly see that life has blessed this girl with generous curves, near flawless skin, and of course breasts that potentially rivaled hers. Even from behind she can make out the roundness of them.
But back to business, "Are you ready?" Hestia asked, needle in hand to administer the blessing.
Arue nodded, not turning to face her,"I only ask one thing."
"What is it?"
"Be gentle." Arue said with a cheeky laugh at the end.
Hestia only sighed, picked her finger, moved Arue's drilly curly hair out of the way and administered the blessing.
A light once again glowed out and illuminated the room.
Hestia watched as the drop of blood she put on her back seemed to glow itself and eventually expanded outward to create Arue's status sheet.
Hestia looked at the numbers, they were impressive for a beginner. She looked at the magic further down, three spells right off the bat. She continued further and got to skills.
This is where she felt like she was shot with a physical force of disbelief.
After a while, Arue turned her head slightly and saw Hestia's gobsmacked expression.
"Is everything alright?" Arue asked; worried, "There weren't any problems, I hope." She was used to messing with people and expected rebuttal every now and again, but Hestia's expression just unnerved her.
Without saying a word, Hestia took a sheet of paper and brought it to Arue's back. The Familia mark that now made Arue one of her children, went from her back to the paper. Creating a copy of the stats Hestia saw.
Without another word, she handed the sheet of paper over Arue's shoulder.
Arue picked the paper and began to read her status.
Arue lvl 1
S: 15
E: 12
D: 18
A: 20
M: 76
Spells:
Swiftstrike, no chant: Fireball
Cursed Lighting: Strike my foes down in the chaos. Let the darkness bite swiftly. Bring the end in a flash and a roar.
Inferno: Flames burst forth. Swallow my enemy in a tide of heat. Leave nought but ash and steam. Congregate in full and unleash.
Skills:
Crimson blood: Magic takes less power to cast. Mind down effects are greatly reduced.
Tongue of a Demon: Advantages in conversation. Can apply to the written word as well.
Passion Recipient: Status can be increased to a degree by intimacy with the summoner. Full copulation results in better increases. Results to status vary upon intent and focus.
Arue stared at the information before here. Almost disbelievingly.
She eventually turned her attention to the Goddess behind her.
"Well," she started, "That's unexpected."
"Yeah.." Hestia replied seemingly done with the day.
Arue wasn't one to let it rest like that though.
"At the very least," she started, "he's a cute one." She finished with another cunning smile.
Arue expected a lot of reactions from the Goddess behind her.
She did not expect the tackle.