#godofannihilation

Chapter 1

The sand burns my skin as I come to. The sun beats down on my face. I lift my hand to shield my eyes as I make my way to my feet. My hands brush the sand off of my white dress, bracelets clinking against each other lightly. The last thing I remember was praying to the gods while my home was under fire.

There seems to be nothing in sight for miles. It looks like endless sand. I sigh and start to make way towards the horizon. My feet carry me across the sand for what feels like hours. I come to a building with tall pillars covered on hiroglyphs. I walk over to a pillar to examine it. The hiroglyphs appear to be lined with gold rather than traditional pigment.

I cross the threshold of the building and enter. In the center is a circular altar that looks much like a sundial. Around the altar is a pool of water. The water looks overly refreshing. Just one taste would quench my thirst.

"You have journied a long way, faithful one. Come, drink from the waters in my temple. Quench your thirst," a calm, disembodied voice tells me.

With permission granted, I weakly fall to my knees in front of the pool. I cup the shimmering water in my hands and lift it to my lips. The cool water wets my dehydrated lips and soothes my dry throat as it enters my body.

"Thank you, for your hospitality. Where exactly am I?" I ask softly.

"You are in the temple of the God of Annihilation," the calm voice informs me.

I stand to me feet once again and look towards the statue on the back wall. A muscular man with flowing hair, a circlet on his brow, and traditional robes sits on a throne. That must be the god who answered my prayer.

"The God of Annihilation? Zayne?" I ask.

"Yes, and I know you, Nephira of Calphi. You are of the outer provinces of Philos." The man on the statue suddenly animates. He stands up, and the stone that made him fades away. The stone melts into soft flesh, luxurious robes, hold jewlery, and flowing black hair with strands of gold. I gasp in awe at the scene before me. I truly am standing before a god, and he is breathtaking.

"I have answered your prayer. I took you from your home right as the legions made their last push against your small town. I have watched you with great interest, Nephira," Zayne tells me as he approaches me.

"You took interest in me?" I ask him in shock.

"Yes, you hold great potential, Nephira. Very few mortals have the capacity for power that you do. You are skilled with your blade, care for your people, and have the potential to finally end the raids of the legions. Your strength and deadly beauty are of great interest to me," Zayne explains softly.

It's hard for me to process what he's saying. Yes, I am talented with a sword, but I hardly consider myself beautiful. Compared to the girls in the capital city, I look rather plain. My province is poor, so I don't have access to makeup or trinkets for my clothes. This god thinks that I have deadly beauty? As much as it's an honor, it's also hard to believe.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Your beauty is in your strength, resilience, and intellect. Though if you want jewels and makeup, you can certainly have them."

I arch an eyebrow in question. That can be something we discuss later. Gods always have a price for saving mortals. As charming as he may seem, there must be something he wants from me.

"Many mortals prayed for divine intervention at home. Why didn't you answer sooner? My home could have been saved. Why intervene now and take me? What's your price?" I ask him as I step closer.

"Ah yes, I suppose gods must have a price. You've had a long day. You've been fighting hard, and I'm sure you're weary. We can discuss the price once you rest. Come, I will you to bedchamber where you may rest." Zayne motions for me to follow him. I follow him through a large double door. The room is decorated with small black and gold statues with a large canopy bed.

"Please, make yourself comfortable and rest. Meet me back in the main hall when you wake. We will talk then." Zayne turns and leaves the room.

Chapter 2

Slowly, I wake in the soft cloud that is this bed. My vision adjusts to the beautiful opulence around me. I nearly forgot that I rested in a temple. I slowly get out of bed and stretch. I make my way over to the mirror and make myself look presentable. The last thing I need is to stand in front of a god with an untamed appearance.

Once I'm satisfied with how I look, I make my way to the main hall. Zayne stands by the pool with an open tome in his hand. He must enjoy reading. Slowly, I approach the pool surrounding the altar.

"Good, you're awake. I assume that you slept well?" Zayne asks softly. He gently closes the time and places it neatly on a bookshelf nearby.

"Yes, I did. Are you ready to discuss the price of my salvation now?" I ask him.

"Straight to business, huh? Very well then." Zayne approaches the altar once more. His hazel eyes lock onto mine. "As I have told you before, I am drawn to you, and you have great potential. I believe that you can be of great use in the fight against the legions making their way into the outskirts of Niva. The gods are ready to collect souls rather than intervene. The gods are doing very little to offer protection."

"What about you? You saved me. Can't you do anything to help?" I question.

Zayne sighs and shakes his head. "Protection is not my domain. I preside over the exact opposite. There's not much in my patheon in the ways of protection. I want to change that."

I tilt my head curiously. Now he has my attention. There hasn't been a new god or goddess declared in ages. "You want to declare a new god or goddess? Can you do that?"

"Not directly. There is a ritual that would allow me to share my power with you. We would be bound in soul and in power. You would have the power to protect those innocent lives the gods refuse to protect. You have the strength and the heart to be their protection goddess," Zayne explains.

I try to speak to express my shock, but all I am capable of is my lower lip quivering. Me, a goddess? Are the gods truly this selfish to not protect their own? At least Zayne is doing something about it. He doesn't kill without cause. He has chosen me to share his power with. I am chosen to become a new goddess, but that means being bound to Zayne forever. There are worst people to be bound to, I guess.

"How does the ritual work?" I ask, taking a step closer to him.

"It's rather invasive, and it is not to be considered lightly." Zayne gestures to the rounded altar. "This is the Destiny Stone. This stone has the power to carve the names of new deities into history. Our names would be carved together. From the moment the ritual completes and forward, our fates will be forever intertwined. I want you to be at my side forever."

I look to the Destiny Stone and then look to him. "Invasive? What do you mean by invasive?"

"In order to be joined in fate and power, we would also need to be joined in body. You would have to give your body to me," Zayne explains.

A blush creeps onto my cheeks. I'd have to sleep with him on the altar in order to join him in power? My goodness, that's a flattering offer. It's not every day that a god desires you. This is my chance to help my people.

Zayne steps closer and takes my hand in his. His eyes lock onto mine again. There's a tenderness in his gaze this time. "I know that this is no small request. To trust me and to give yourself to me is a high price." Zayne caresses my cheek with his free hand. "I will make sure every wish of yours comes true. You will want for nothing, should you join me. Anything you ask for will be yours."

I blush again. This time, it feels warmer. I find myself leaning into the softness of his touch. "You make quite the tempting offer. I could save the people and be joined with you. This life you promise me doesn't sound bad at all. I will complete the ritual with you."

Zayne offers a small smile, clearly pleased. He leans into my ear and whispers. "I promise you will enjoy it. I'll prepare the altar. If you want to go freshen up, now is the time. There's a private bath in the room next to the bedroom."

I nod, taking his hint. Zayne moves away from me. With a wave of his hand, the Destiny Stone lowers to ground level. It moves from the center to the edge, opening up more of the pool. I go to the private bath next to the bedroom. I remove my clothes and freshen up. I dry off and find a clean white dress lying on the bed along with an assortment of beautiful gold jewlery. Quickly, I dress myself and make my way back to the main hall.

Zayne stands in front of the pool. He removes his robe from around his arms, showing more of his muscular frame. He truly is stunning, but he's a god. Zayne reaches his hand towards me.

"Ready?" Zayne asks softly.

I take his hand in mine. "Ready."

Warning: Incoming NSFW

I let him guide me into the pool. Gold magic starts to whisp through the water and around our two bodies. The golden decorations on the Destiny Stone illuminate. Zayne fully turns to me. His lips capture mine in a soft yet needy kiss. My lips mold to his as his hands travel down my sides. The sweetness of his lips draws me into him. I feel as if I'm parched in the desert, and he is my oasis.

My hands find his biceps and hold on to them as he backs me against the edge of the Destiny Stone. Our kisses become more intense. Our lips find the perfect rhym. My hands run down the rippling waves that are his arms. Zayne pulls away from my lips, my head chasing his lips for a moment.

"To seek help from the gods, you should let them hear your supplications. Don't hold back. Let me hear your hymns of worship and I shall sing you mine," Zayne tells me with a husky whisper. His breathing is ragged with desire.

He guides me to lean back onto the stone. Zayne's lips find my neck. I moan softly as my hands find his waist. My fingers trace the soft linen of his robes. My back relaxes against the warmth of the stone. Zayne grabs my legs and lifts them around his waist. My hands rest on his shoulders.

Gold symbols near his collarbone start to glow. I can feel the rush of his power flowing through me as his lips pepper kisses over my throat. He grinds himself against me. From what I can feel, his size his thick. I moan at the feeling of him. I can feel a heat in my core starting to build.

"Do you swear to protect the people of Niva with your power?" Zayne asks against my skin, his voice husky.

"I do," I whisper as if I'm in prayer.

Zayne stands up fully. He grips my waist tightly and presses his erection further against me. "Feel this and remember exactly what I'm giving you."

Zayne spins me around and bends me over the Destiny Stone. His soft hands lift up my dress. He guides himself inside of me. I nearly scream in pleasure at the feeling of his size. I can feel him stretching me open. It hurts, but I don't mind it.

"Focus. Feel my power flowing through you and binding you to me." Zayne presses more of his body weight onto me. He starts to thrust his hips. I become lost on a symphony of pleasure filled cries, longing moans, and a hymn of skin slapping skin. His hands clasp over mine, holding me down. Zayne moans into my ear. He gives the lobe of it a small bite.

"Zayne!" I cry out.

"Nephira," he whispers in my ear like a prayer. Zayne runs his tongue along the shell of my ear and then bites it. The pressure inside of me starts to build. My core starts to ache. I whimper at the feeling against the stone.

Zayne buries his face in my shoulder and bites down. I cry out in pleasure at the feeling. His canines feel so sharp. With a few more thrusts, Zayne spills into me. I come loose as my pressure is finally released. Zayne nuzzles his nose into the side of my neck once he's rode out his high.

"We are one now. You belong to me, and I to you for eternity," Zayne murmurs against my skin. I pant against the Destiny Stone. The power starts to wane. The golden magic around us dissipates. The ritual must be complete now.

Sending off the hatchlings now to those who've gotten them.

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"Just check your tent already." Runs away.

The pain was horrendous, and it was something Robin didn’t expect at all. It was worse than the usual wounds she got. She was dying.

A hand moved from her chest, and she shakily held it up to stare at the blood that dripped off of her fingers and her palm, wide eyes tearing up. Whoever said death was beautiful.. they were lying.

She lifted her head up to stare at Grima, a mixture of shock and pain written on her face. Gathering the last bit of courage, she let out a few shaky words;

"I guess… this is.. the end.. for both of… us.."