Mad God Chapter 186

Published at 7th of December 2022 12:07:24 PM

It was a world filled with greenery. Wherever one looked, one could only see a lush grassfield, swaying in the gentle wind while in the middle of it stood a small, cozy, wooden house. A young, beautiful woman in green was tending to her garden, watering the differently colored flowers around her. Her long, black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin and her gentle, blue eyes watched the ground soaking up the water. She was about to put down the watering can when her body suddenly jolted as she snapped her head upwards, before looking around, furrowing her thin eyebrows.

“Was I… mistaken?” She whispered, unable to pinpoint once again where it came from or if it was even real. The fragmented moment she felt was something that made her body instinctively react, without her mind realizing it first. “No… that can't be.” She shook her head, calming herself down, walking to the front of her house. She was watching the swaying grass before her. “Mhm…” She let out a sigh before waving her hand and the scenery changed in an instant.

The field disappeared and she was standing in the middle of a white, beautiful temple, where the walls were painted with her images. The statues around it were depicting her and just as she appeared, a man, sitting before the closed door of the temple, immediately opened his brown eyes. He was rushing in and kneeling before her as his forehead touched the ground. His long, curly, brown hair fell forward, covering his face. He was wearing a vivid, green priest robe, without any decorations, covering all of his body and he even wore silk gloves in the same color, leaving only his face freely visible when he was standing up.

“Praise to you, oh Goddess of Purity!” 

“You are… Erza, yes?” Nilier asked.

“My name be blessed that the Goddess remembers it!” He replied with fanaticism oozing out from all of his words, almost crying that she remembered his name.

“How many of you are here right now?”

“Four of us, my Goddess! The rest as you ordered are out, searching for the heretic. We…” He tried to say something but he hesitated.

“Continue. Don't be afraid.” Nilier the Goddess of Purity replied.

“We lost one of us. They clashed with demigods from the heretical orders.”

“I see. Then the lost one's faith in me was not strong enough.” She sighed as she shook her head. “Your thoughts can't be dirtied by outside forces! No matter, one loss can be replaced easily.” She waved her hand, and Erza's body glowed in a greenish light, feeling his own strength double almost immediately, filling him up with endless joy. “I granted you the blessing of mine. Go tell the others who are here to leave only one behind and go down into the mortals' plane, with you leading them.”

“As you order!” He replied, still kneeling, touching the marble floor with his forehead.

“This needs to happen without anyone noticing. You go not to fight or to look for trouble. You need to act like a mortal would!”

“It shall be done just as you desire!” He acknowledged it before gathering his strength to ask a question. “What are we looking for, my Goddess?”

“Two things. I need a replacement for our loss. Find me another demigod with strong faith in me or convert one who is promising in your eyes. The second task… I'm looking for something. You won't know and you wouldn't understand it, so don't bother with it. My blessing inside you will know if you found it and by then, I'll come to you personally.”

“Understood.” He replied, without even thinking. He was told that he does not need to think. He only had to do as she ordered. All of them obeyed their Goddess's words without questioning them. “I'll go immediately!”

“Good.” She nodded, turning back and when Erza stood up, still with lowered head, backing out, he heard Nilier's voice once again. “Start here but then go to the faithless lands and look for talents there.” She said as she disappeared, leaving a bit confused Erza behind. The faithless lands were agreed upon to be nothing but a place of ruins and the birthplace of the Heretic God. The only God who was killed by the four true Gods for trying to bring down the Sky and wash the world with his apocalyptic, mad flames of ruin.

“What kind of talent could be found there?” He murmured as it was a backwater, depilated place where no real cultivators lived. A land, stuck in time, governed by mortals and their old laws, institutions and ancient dogmas. They were not even worshiping the gods, a true, barbaric place. No wonder that no cultivators rose up from there. “Hmf, maybe while going there, they could be reeducated by the light of our Goddess.” He smiled, already thinking about a missionary duty that he had to fulfill. 

Standing at the porch of her wooden house, Nilier's thoughts were going in circles. She finally decided to establish a mental connection with the twin gods, Alfina and Oynega.

“It is rare for you to call, ice goddess.” The two of them replied at the same time, followed by moans and panting. In her head suddenly appeared the picture of the two, naked Gods, wildly going at each other on a giant bed.

“You filthy degenerates… at least stop!” Nilier spat with a cold voice that was filled with disgust. 

“Says the purity cosplayer,” Alfina laughed with a suppressed moan. “You are not even a virgin! Athos railed you from behind, no?” Oynega said as he finished his sister's but it was indistinguishable at the moment who spoke as both of them looked and sounded the same. 

“Enough!” Nilier shouted and the earth and sky shook, while the twins' ears started to ring.

“Okay, okay, what do you want, huh? We are busy, don't you see?” The duo moaned at the same time.

“Didn't you feel something… a few moments ago?”

“I did, I still feel it! It is Oynega's dick as it presses at the right spot all the time when he goes all in!” Alfina replied with a satisfied yelp as her brother just confirmed it. 

“Next time, I'm going to be Alfina!” Oynega replied with fervor, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

“Don't be hasty, brother! We agreed, we only change roles every 50 years!” She laughed while Nilier almost tore her hair out listening to them. 

“You damned fleshtoys! Stop it already! Answer me honestly and stop fucking around! Literally!” 

“We felt nothing.” The two of them replied at the same time with a bored voice. “And stop shouting, bitch! We lost two of our demigods! We are working on rebirthing them before their souls disappear! So just shut the fuck up and let us concentrate on it! Anything else, you dried out well?! Huh?!” Came the now aggressive and annoyed voice of theirs. 

“You lost two?” She asked with a smirk. “Well, yours were always focused on whoring out themselves instead of their tasks. They are either reckless because of your promise to rebirth them once or utter cowards, afraid of true death after their promised rebirth… pathetic.” 

“Yeah? And your virgin boy scouts are better? Fuck off! Just because your ex left you, you went full retard! Serves you right! You probably were only a wet sponge in bed, no wonder he bailed!” The two laughed loudly before cutting their connection, not even waiting for her reply, leaving Nilier fuming in place. Her face was turning deep red while her house was cracking and breaking down behind her.

She needed a few deep breaths before reigning in her emotions and with only a wave of her hand, the house behind here was instantly repaired back to its original state. Just as she finished, a new connection appeared inside her head. A deep, dark abyss seeped into her senses, where a thin, bald man was kneeling, a rusty sword on his knees as he meditated over it.

“What do you want, Skoorn?” Nilier moaned, feeling another headache incoming as talking to the twins was infuriating enough. Talking to Skoorn was like arguing with a brick wall. One side was full of degenerated emotions while the other was without any sane thoughts, only focused on blood and carnage. For her luck, the latter just called, right after the former, for maximum negative effects on her own sanity.”

“Did you feel it?” His voice, sounding like metal grinding against metal, asked her.

“So it was not a mistake!” She exclaimed as her pupils shrank to the size of a tip of needle.

“I don't know. I'm not sure yet.” Skoorn answered.

“I talked with the twins. They are the ones who were taught by him in the ways of the soul and laws of reincarnation. They placed the seal on him when we buried his crystal… but they felt nothing.”

“Then maybe it was nothing. He could've awakened for a moment only, it happened before. Athos tore open the Sky so it may have awoken him then.”

“I sent down some of my people, I'm going to scout it out. If his seal is damaged because of the Tear we need to reinforce it.”

“Don't worry. I have cultivated my sword since the day we defeated him. His blood already fused with it. It should be enough to finally kill him. It did hurt Athos when I stabbed him with it, it was a good test.” 

“Do you think he may have something to do with what we felt?”

“No. He has no knowledge of Kai. His sole focus was on the outside world. I am waiting for the day when I can stab him again. He was weaker than Kai and now I have the weapon to kill both of them, for once and for all.”

“Haah… okay, okay. If I find something I'll tell you first instead of the twins.”

“Mhm.” Came the simple answer but before he could cut the connection Nilier asked once again.

“Have you lost any demigods?”

“No.” He answered sharply. “My people are not weaklings.”

“People? Aren't they monsters?” She asked with disdain.

“You call yourself pure, woman… yet my demons are the ones who are really pure… purely bred for war.” Echoed his cold voice before disappearing from her mind.

“Every three of you is a damned nutcase.” She rubbed her forehead, going into her house, starting to brew some tea, trying to calm down.

When she could finally walk into the living room, leaning back on her couch, sipping on a freshly brewed green tea, her eyes stopped on a sapphire medallion, laying on the shelf above the fireplace. It was collecting dust, not touched or even cleaned for who knows how long. An exchange of soul warming words echoed inside her head, coming from the past, from tens of thousands of years ago. In a world that was completely different from how it is now.

“I thought it was like your eyes and would compliment you greatly!” Athos said as she put the necklace around her neck.

“Where did you get it?” asked back Nilier, mesmerized by the beauty of his gift.

“From Baldy.”

“Let me guess~” She giggled as her eyes were sparkling like a kid's, “You stole it?”

“I did! Fucking ballsack-face is feeding his rusty dick with these rare artifacts! I think he is fully impotent and only his sword remains for the bastard! It is the only thing that reminds him as to how it feels to grab onto something hard!” Athos said as he rolled his eyes, drawing out a chuckle from Nilier.

“Damn!” Nilier shook her head, tearing herself out from the trance that her mind put her body into. “That bastard… and those fucked up twins… are twisting my mind!” She shook her head, concentrating in emptying her head of all thoughts, searching hastily for a balance. She was trying to purge all kinds of lustful or yearning feelings out of it. It was taking so long for her, that the tea already went cold by the time she reopened her cold, icy, blue eyes. “Hmf…” She snorted, tossing the cup into the fireplace that lit up immediately by itself. The flames burst out strongly, melting the shards of the cup while evaporating the tea as Nilier just stood up, leaving the room, walking out of the house, leaving it empty and desolate as she just disappeared in the field of green.

Chapter end