Bodies Together, becoming Asa’s Medium! Guided to Unrestricted Worlds!

Viatrix was more fit, and with his clearly cheatingly muscular and modified body, in seconds, he penetrated my punching distance, which also happened to be where he could bite me accurately. Out of options, I fired my right, yet he slipped the punch easily to the side. So much for my amateur boxing.

My body seized as six livid snake heads latched on as Viatrix bore into my personal space. I couldn’t break out from the creature eating me alive; Viatrix’s noxious embrace was solid, and I knew even leaving would give me six simultaneous places to bleed.

My vision was dimming, and my muscles cramped. My head was a mercury migraine. The weakness made it take all my concentration not to collapse to the ground.

I would have if not for Asa’s healing flowing through me, a warm pair of hands on my back. I had to assume it was working as a countermeasure, an antivenom against the venom. Still, it was one woman against six of the most venomous snakes, all bearing their liquid death.

“I should warn you, human. Soon, your blood will clot at vital points. This will manifest in internal bleeding, a full-body hemorrhage, a true killer. You don’t have to perish to my clear venom. Just abandon, Asa. I’m sure the blow of losing her own medium will make it easy to defeat her.” Viatrix divulged.

My body was being overtaken and drained. It unshackled my impulses. Betray Asa. Anything is justified to stop this suffering. My past and future could not be considered. You don’t want to die, don’t you?

My survival instincts could be a real deserter, huh?

“Hold! Stay the course! It’ll be the only way we can both navigate past Damnation. I know you can triumph even as you falter. You want to prove yourself, don’t you? My attack will materialize if you continue through this torment even as it tests you!” Asa necessitated from behind.

Meanwhile, my rate of breathing was uncontrollably hastening. Panting and panting, what do I do? This attack is going to be useless if it takes this long. The Beast Kingdom could be my choice. The real question is, would they ever consider a turncoat to be one of them? The answer is obvious. I imagine I would be at the bottom again, out of the mediums and likely to die. Replaceable this, dumbest that, a real disappointment. Every place I go, they look down on me, and they don’t even have reservations about dispelling it to my face. There is no beauty in it, only shame for me. I'm being petty, my parents have preached, but I prefer to understand it as having a suitable memory. 

I know what I want. In my heart, Asa is who I align with. This time, I have someone who needs me. I am on a mission that I can strictly perform.

I’m not choosing her because she is the strongest. Other gods would take that crown in attack and defense. I can see that already.

I’m not choosing her because she can give me generous rewards and status. Nothing like that matters anymore to me.

Asa is my selected party because, compared with these unknown gods, she comprehends what they can’t. She gave me the best food that I never had the opportunity to eat on Earth. She’s completely kind and honest, and was my hope in navigating this nightmare. Most importantly, she has an ambitious dream I can follow. She makes me want to believe in my abilities and see how far we can go. What’s the point of reaching the top if I don’t do it my way?

She is misjudged as an underdog in the same way I have been. I’ve seen it today, Gwydion considered and sent a single medium to vanquish a god. That insult is stronger tasting than the blood tainting my inner mouth. I’m bitter, and I’m ready to show that underdogs have fangs of their own.

“I’ll be your medium. I’ll be your knight, Asa!”

“Ok, I’ll give you as much of my precious power as I can.” She responded with determination.

Abruptly, my back recognized soft sensations amid cloth. It was as if I were being embraced from behind. Her arms and palms moved up higher on my back, and her chest, face, and torso pressed with temperature and faith. “The more I cling onto you, Astrid, the more magic I can force out as healing at once,” Asa whispered.

I could have exposed my feelings if my face wasn’t flushed rosy from the venom. My legs were shaking just as much from Asa as from the venom. I kind of dreamed of being nuzzled like this, and it really happened. 

Getting treated nicely and brushing with a pretty girl is admittedly a weakness of mine. Which is news to me. I’ve guessed I’m finding out through experience, huh. Damm, this is embarrassing. 

I was intoxicated until I let it go. More was demanded of me.

Vitarix’s snakes hissed in irritation and scoured new sections of my body. Two of them even targeted Asa. “My body is still on the ropes. My death is guaranteed at this rate!” I surmised.

Divulge the Words. Seal the Pact.

The exact words I heard when I had that first oblivious conversation with Asa. This time, the commandment bellowed in my mind like it was one of my own thoughts. Incredible and poignant.

[Telepathy is difficult for me, but all gods can do it at will if they prefer. I can talk to you, yet you have to purposefully talk to me if I am to hear your thoughts. You must acquire self-healing to combine with mine. The only way is to become my medium.]

I put extra emphasis and emotion in my mind. [Sending thoughts like this?]

[Yes.]

[How am I meant to know the words to do this?]

[Make them for yourself. I’ll move our spiritual bodies together.]

Before I could react in agreement, she cemented her forehead into my back and wrapped her hands around mine. I felt each groove of her palm and skin, and their tenderness whittled with my calluses. It was blissful, particularly because my body was going so cold. Oh, you charming, sensual goddess. Souls would go to war for less.

In my mind, I handed her my full trust, and I experienced a room-shattering sound reverberate through my soul. I found myself in a majestic temperate field of melody pines and wild flowers at their heart of blossom with just another formless humanoid glowing figure, and I looked much the same. I disappeared from the fighting? She was still holding my hands; this time, I was facing her, and we floated freely with our feet above our heads. The world upside down felt like that was how it always should have been.

I…I understand what to say. My mouth forced open in spite of the paralysis that had taken hold, and to Viatrix’s complete dismay, he heard me herald words. He saw my body enlightened with a lantern’s radiance. I spoke with an eldritch amplification to my voice, intertwined with Asa’s distinct gallant speech.

I am a bound human in a ritual of the Gods.

The time has come to awaken anew

as a Medium and take up a keen oath

I will savor the suffering while ceasing it

For all that is noble. Bestow me power

upon a union with Asa of Goodwill.

In each of my words, the world I knew was spun on its head. I felt burgeoning energy that my spiritual body used as a supply to updraft against the air itself, and Asa cheerfully dragged me through worlds removed from the divine realm. Some I knew already. There wasn’t really an aim. She was showing me what she saw and had found the same as an unbridled child.

The grey and white craters of the moon, the expansive, crimson, and plaster-sculpted Pluto, and the cosmic ejections and flare-ups of the sun. I could touch them. They were real, I wasn’t. Simple space was pleasurable to traverse with stars and otherworldly rocks. Finally, I took Asa to Earth, gliding through cities I had never seen and would never see again. No one else gets to see this, I thought, which really opened my eyes.

I flew through the lit towers and conglomerates of Solar City, and in and around the smog clouds and for the first time, I could make sense of the endless cluster and see the charm I saw in the beginning. The city I hated could be so much more if it threw excess away and focused on cleaning out the crime above and under the table.

These visions flickered in what must have been only scarce seconds to anyone else. The process of consummation defies time, huh?

I was back in the divine realm, exhausted, but much stronger. I was fulfilled and still more of a human husk than after working for twenty hours. I was shown clairvoyancy at the infinite cost of not being certain I could experience it again. I was so connected with my goddess in great joy that I felt I didn’t have to be afraid again.