BXBX NOVEL Chapter 125: Please, Break Me.
But through the passage of time that darkness started to get pushed back by a new entity that sought equilibrium, the powers of the beginning; a concept of life and destruction so powerful that it erases anything in its path, whether that be the darkness that tried hiding from it, or the light that stood behind it and slowly grew, and so it became a struggle between these three great primordial entities.
The Beginning which held no allies, the Darkness that wanted to swallow all, and the Light that utilized the Beginning and gained power overtime.
When the struggle was at its peak the two first entities, Dark and Light; Chaos and Order, they gained sentience, standing on two sides of the same realm, and upon their first struggle for dominance since the Beginning had been conceptualised, there was an explosion that formed what we call the realm of creation, what others later referred to as the big bang was the first struggle between sentient light and darkness.
This explosion, the largest ever explosion in the history of time which birthed the concept of time in order to measure it did three irreversible things; it gave light an advantage, springing birth to an uncountable, unfathomable amount of universes where only light dominated, and darkness was swept in a corner or left to its own spaces, and the Primordial Darkness was trapped in a prison of sorts, the original universe where light was weak and submissive to it, this universe.
The powers of the Beginning now reside in a place where only the most powerful can access it through sacrifice, a void where nothing is fact nor fiction, where no universal laws and no physics exist; a sixth dimension where no god dares tred.
This was the new norm for a while, the light eventually with its sentience became known as He above all else, and the darkness was afterwards referred to as Her below all else, and in their respective universes they conceptualised new life in the form of stars, galaxies, and the first children of these existences were referred to as Gods.
There are three Primordial Gods that were born of light known as the firsts, and there was one primordial demon god known as Void who was born through the Darkness-
"This is all interesting worldbuilding but it strays from my question; what about the Godslayer?" Sol was seated at the edge of bathtub, and Ikaris was dragging her fingers through his soapy hair and carefully washing him, while soft electronic music played in the background.
"It is getting to that." Ikaris pointed and sprayed the water over his eyes and pushed the back of his head for his impatience. "Shall I continue, my love?" She asked, bracing onto his back, slowly gliding her hands down his wet chest and kissing his neck sensually.
"...Go on."
*The three primordial gods were Creation, Destruction, and Balance, while the demon god who was at the time unknown resided with the most powerful drive of any living being; Hatred.
They existed for hundreds of millions of millenia without the knowledge of each other, but then the demon god caught wind of a third party, the Beginning and through tinkering with that power for his own gains he managed to make his way into the realm of the gods creating the first rift between dimensions, and his power was unfathomably greater than theirs were, he wanted the bonds that they shared, he wanted the idea of kinship which they had but when it was proven to be an impossible concept, he sought to destroy everything.
In a bid to escape the tyrannical dark one the three primordials scattered their consciousnesses to the far reaches of the multiverse they ruled, through time and space, through multiple dimensions, making their destruction impossible, and shortly after that chaotic encounter a strange fourth party was born, one which had the power to counter the darkness, one which was born with its own universe inside of it.
"The Godslayer?" Sol raised his head when Ikaris started dragging her nails across his arms and back.
*The Godslayer gained the name because it obeyed no laws, no rules, and it freely rampaged across multiple universes in search of the darkness which caused its creation, and upon finding that darkness it stole the powers of the Beginning from him and banished him back into his dark domain.
"So what exactly is the Godslayer supposed to be then?"
"The Godslayer is the ally of of the gods, the progenitor of chaos and imperfect harmony, and the enemy of demonkind, it is the bridge between worlds; the balance that glued the light and dark together... did you never find it strange that you could wield so many different kinds of contrasting magic, Dear?"
"Demonic magic, Divine magic, I also learned Atlan Magic as well as utilized Arkadian Magic using Atlan Mana..." Sol counted the four on his hands. "Are you saying I can learn more?" He asked her.
"You are the Liberator, Sol." She hugged him again from behind while he was standing, bracing her cheek on his back and locking her fingers. "Your soul is the incarnation of chaos and balance, the Godslayer is he who frees the gods from oppression."
"I thought I got that as just a title for killing a god-"
"The nameless entity wielding divine and Demonic power first killed a god to be recognised as the Godslayer, and since the time of its disappearance no other being has ever been able to achieve killing a demon-god, and a divine god, it chose you." She smiled against him. -exclusive-content
"Then..." Sol turned to Ikaris and raised her off the ground, locking her legs around his waist and pressing her back on the wall. "I'm curious about something else that's been bothering me, I'm curious about you this time, Ikaris."
"What do you wish to know, my love?" Ikaris sighed when she was very slowly lowered onto his erect and throbbing tower, closing her eyes and biting her lips as he released her weight causing her ass to slap against his legs as she took him all in with a low moan and her legs shaking.
"The way you speak of this, the knowledge that you have on the matter; where were you when this all took place, who exactly is Ikaris?" He asked, and she dug her fingers into his arms, burying them almost down to the first digits and huffed in a higher than usual pitch when he violently thrust into her a second time.
"I... Am... *Haah~"
"Don't lose focus." Sol cupped her ass and started bouncing her on top of himself.
"I am and always have been Ikaris, Master-"
"That's not what I asked." Sol suddenly pulled her off himself and set her to stand, staring down at her while she blushed and tried regaining her breath as she stared down at his dick holding and stroking it with her eyes glazed over with lust.
"Ikaris." Sol stuck his thumb in her mouth and raised her eyes to his again, pulling at her jaw when her tongue stuck out and she started stroking him even faster. "Who are you?"
"Your slave, your servant, your tool, your submissive, your pillow, yours~" She slumped to her knees and pushed him against the wall so hard it cracked, and with a single motion Ikaris took his full length down her throat, staring up at him as her eyes watered and pussy began dripping at the way he was looking at her, she felt convulsions throughout her tract and womb, just his stare turned her on to the point where she came as soon as her fingers brushed her nethers with the slight intention and thought of penetration again.
"Ikaris." Sol dropped his hand on her head and balled his fist in her wet hair. "I'm being serious!" His nose twitched, and the veins in his arms bulged when she started resisting standing and instead began shifting her throat as her lips pressed against his pelvis and her eyes rolled in the back of her head, wringing him clean of a climax he had no control over because if her assertiveness.
"Then!" Ikaris pulled her head back and took a deep breath, hugging his leg and kissing him with an endearing expression as she finished swallowing and smiled.
"Master, I will tell you everything else, but first I need to make up for lost time, I want you to fuck me harder than you ever have before, break my mind, I am pent up, I am resistant, claim me, satisfy me so thoroughly that I lose my sense of self." Ikaris began kissing his erection as it rapidly hardened again.
"Is that a request or an order?" Sol furrowed his brows.
"This humble servant deserves discipline, master, I beseech you to make an example out of me, punish my insolence; please-"
"Please, break me."