Chronicle of the Mad God
“Oh, her? Yes, my master has been thinking about her recently. More so than I think is healthy to be honest with you.” He began to shake his head as the thought crossed his head.
“I need you to make him cease pursuing my master.” Her tone lacked her previous joyous bounce, she spoke with intention.
“Excuse me?” The tone shift surprised him.
“There’s so many other girls your master can chase. I’m asking you nicely to force him to stop pursuing her.” She became angry, his lack of immediate agreement not sitting well with her.
“I think you might be too late already. Look.” He pointed to the ceiling.
The girl examined the moving image above her before turning back to him. “You either convince him to stop or I’ll just have to kill you like I did your friends.” Her eyes stared daggers at him.
“You killed Justice and Joy?” His voice became desperate at the revelation.
“Those were their names? Wait! Let me guess, the rock guy was Justice and Joy was the young girl?” She teased him.
“I’ll kill you for that, you petulant child.” He slammed his hands on the throne as he rose, yelling at her.
“Ah that’s mean. I’m just an innocent girl.” She turned around, throwing her hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers into a tight ball.
She heard a loud crackling sound pass by her neck. Her skin twitched as the lighting passed by, barely missing her. A dark spot decorated the ground where it struck in front of her.
“Hey, that’s mean! You attacked me when I had my back turned?” She turned back around to face him, pouting. “You didn’t even let me transform into my magical girl outfit for battle.”
He paused. “Magical girl outfit?” His right hand was raised up, a long lightning bolt crackled in its embrace.
“Of course, idiot. I still need to transform for battle. Give me a second!” The man lowered his hand, his curiosity having been peeked by her offer.
“Fine. It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I didn’t let you prepare anyway.” His words spoke honor but his intentions were purely carnal.
She threw her hands to her sides out as the colors in the area around her began to distort. The colors flipped into an assortment of bright reds, yellows, blues and greens. The area radiated multi-color bubbles that popped as she gracefully danced through them. Her clothes began to transform as she continued to dance. The area had bent to her will, changing into a zone complimenting a pure, innocent magical girl’s transformation.
Do we really have to fight? I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. He was starstruck. Instead of preparing for a fight to the death, he prepared to propose his cock.
“Hey, do we really have to…” he was cut off as a rainbow arch flashed in front of him. “How did you…?”
The spear’s steel had pierced his throat. The magical girl clothes he was enamored with no longer decorated her body, a dark ruse.
“I forgot to mention something. I can teleport.” Her expression was soft as she held her pierced blade at his throat.
“But, you know, it’s pretty predictable of you to let down your guard so easily. I do a little song and dance for you and you just let down your guard. Pathetic.” Her soft expression turned serious as she intended to deliver the final blow.
“Wait!” The last words of this domain’s master echoed out in the throne room as his head rolled onto the floor, body slumping down into the cold plastic’s embrace.
The spear disappeared as the girl sat on the throne, looking back up at the ceiling. The body of the dead man bleeding out beneath her. “One more thing and this will be perfect!” She held out her arm as a crown formed in front of her. The crown adorned her head as she looked back up at the moving image on the ceiling.
The drab faces of his friends greeted him as they stood behind the school building. “Hey guys! Give me a little motivation. I’m about to confess to the cutest girl in school. I’m getting really nervous right now!” The boy yelled as the girl and the boy in front of him refused to match his energy.
“Good luck.” His friends responded in tandem, a solemn expression lacking any passion.
“Assholes. I would be way more pumped up if I was doing this for you guys.” The boy stomped away as his friends remained still, directionless without their leader.
“Nijima-san! Thank you for meeting me today!” The boy yelled out, attempting to mask his shy demeanor with a passionate display.
The back of the school building greeted them on one side and, to the other, a small patch of trees. A perfect secluded place for a passionate love confession. He clenched the small letter, a heart shaped sticker held it shut.
The girl turned to face him, smiling as she locked eyes with him. “Yes, Sanji-kun. What is it?” The innocent tone of her expression reminded him of why he fell in love with her.
“Would you, would you…” he began his passionate display before stopping suddenly. The burning fire in his chest was gone as was his desire to give her the lovingly written letter.
“Nevermind.” The boy turned around and left, refusing to speak with her any longer.
He turned the corner, leaving the girl’s view. She looked down as the letter laid crumpled on the ground in front of her.
What a strange boy. She bent down and grabbed the letter, leaving soon after.
I’ve never seen it in action but humans change pretty quick after their god dies. The girl kicked the dead body laid in front of her.
Poor bastard. If your god just worked with me I wouldn’t have had to kill him. She looked up at the ceiling as she could see the drab faces of a boy and a girl, the boys friends.
Those must have been the masters of those other gods I killed. Idiots. If they just worked with me I would’ve spared them. Maybe? The moving image in the ceiling began to fade as the boy turned his face to the ground, the brown dirt the last thing she saw.
“About time to get home.” She rose up from the throne and lifted her hands up. Her body twitched as she stretched.
She exited the throne room doors, looking back to see darkness creep around the dead body of the former god, sucking it into its embrace. The void is already taking him back? I wonder how long it’s going to take before this entire domain is pulled back into its cold grasp? Should I stick out for fun?
She looked around at the magical girl outfits hanging in the hallway. Nope. It’s just a little too creepy in here. Like the pending birthplace of a new lolicon. Maybe it’s for the best that I finished him off.
“I need to prepare for the next battle anyways.” Her voice echoed in the hallway as it began to collapse, a cold void sucking the life from it.
(Author note: This is only the first of a series of short stories chronicling the adventures of the Goddess of Love. Stay tuned next week for the start of a new crazy adventure for our insane protagonist!)