A groan escaped Sarah's throat as she laid back against her mountain of pillows, the book lying open with its spine suspended between her thighs. Her head was causing her an issue yet again, and rang a small bell at her side which only caused a spike in the pain before reducing itself to the normal throbbing. After which a pair of Elven women rushed into her room, each wearing only a breast strap and loincloth as they held warm towels and a glass of herbal tea. One that would reduce any swelling in her cranium, but was just for Gods and Goddesses. For if a mortal or immortal were to drink it, they would fall into a comatose state with little hope of ever waking up.

As the tea was slowly consumed, the women gently pushed their Goddess back against the pillows so that they may ply the towels to her forehead, chest, and abdomen. This way she may relax further, but instead of becoming as such, felt an itch betwixt her legs. One that required attention as her thoughts drifted towards a part of her mind that was reserved only for her husband. However, due to his lack of touch, and from the Elves' willingness to “help” her needs, she wished to explore this option further.

Therefore she glanced at the pair and ordered, “Close the door, secure it, and come back to my bed.” A sly smile stretched across her lips, as nervousness of the possible infidelity was about to incur. Though, she did not view it as such, as they did not have any phallic objects. Instead, it would just be a lot of touching and rubbing. Nothing more.

Or,that is what she convinced herself as she asked for assistance in disrobing herself and ordering them to do so as well. Whereupon she crawled upon her hands and knees, her tail swishing as lust filled her eyes for their bodies. Yes. They knew what she desired, as they were within the baths, too, and smiled as they pulled their Goddess to their bodies.

*****

The Ageless watched from within one of his Void Spaces, one that was filled with the colours of Madness, Chaos, and Rage. His own form was that of a skeletal creature that was a mix of an Ogre and a six legged Basilisk, but was bipedal instead of Centaur-like. Of which was quickly surrounded by a howling hurricane of the energies therein, and once it vanished, revealed his male, Kitsune self.

A robe of darkness coated his already dark and silver streaked fur just as he witnessed one of the Elven women's fingers betwixt Sarah's legs. Which led to the Wolfwoman to moan and demand more, whereas his paws gripped themselves into tight fists at her infidelity. For he was one who had never had a thought towards procreating with other females whilst married, nor using their bodies to relieve any built up tension.

However, since the birth of their son, Nox, he had felt the spark of love for his wife fade away. Though he tried to rekindle it many a time, he knew it was lost forever, but not why. Instead, his love was transferred to his child, and spent most of his time, if not all of it when he wasn't working, with him. No. This love wasn't incestual in nature, but of a father's love for his first born son.

Even now, he thought of ways to please the child, to see him smile as his eyes lit up with excitement, wonder, and curiosity. However, a dark cloud hung over his head as a table appeared to his right. Whereupon he raised up a fist and slammed it down upon the wooden structure, ending its existence forevermore. This was so, as Sarah kissed her Elven lovers before moaning more as their lips fell upon her breasts, suckling them as though they were babes.

After which he had to dismiss the images before flying down their to smite her for her infidelity against his person. Thus removing any chance of him and his uncovering those who dared plot against them all. However, just as the scene went dark, he heard those three little words that were reserved for him and their child, but were directed towards others.

“I love you.”

*****

Brutus, God, Lich King, and Steward of Terra stood tall in his throne room just as an unearthly scream tore through the air. One which contained traces of Sorrow, Madness, Rage, and Loathing for something he could not see. His own eyes flared into being, as those before himself shook in terror at the unknown howl.

“Our Lord High God needs us,” he called out just as seven females of various races in white robes burst through the double doors several dozen metres in front of him. Here, he nodded towards them, and each rushed to his side just as he held aloft a pristine, white staff which depicted many ancient battles along the surface.

“,” the skeletal King's voice thundered throughout the throne room, summoning up a great portal several metres in height, and half as wide. One which held the swirling colours of Madness and shadows within. Afterwards, the group entered such a portal before it vanished, leaving those still within bewildered and frightened at what just occurred.

*

“My Lord,” called out Sia, a metallic and skeletal Wolfwoman in a white robe, as she rushed to her God King's side. Others surrounded himself as he sat within the centre of his Void Space, fuming at what he had heard from his own wife's lips.

Whereupon they embraced his body, radiating their love and support for he who was like a father to them. Though they were not sired from his loins with a woman of his choosing, he nonetheless felt as such towards them all, and therefore allowed such an act to continue even as he laid his head upon a metallic Bear Beastwoman's shoulder. Of whom was called Shauu.

“Lord?” she asked, perplexed as her right clawed hand hesitantly rubbed his back with eyes searching for assistance from the others.

“I should have listened to you, Brutus, my Chosen. In my haste for a family, I did not listen to your words, nor did I think of the possibilities of loss between us,” his voice was soft, muffled by the robes she wore.

“My Lord High God?” the Lich King gently moved to his God King's side, and placed a clawed hand upon the Kitsune's shoulder.

Whereupon the Ageless turned towards himself with the colours of Sorrow etched inside his eyes, “Sarah is lost to my person now, Brutus. She has broken her vows, and now seeks the company of others,” his voice was exuded in a sigh then as the images of his so called “wife” replayed for their viewing. Each showing a mixture of emotions upon their features, but the ones most prevalent were hatred, sorrow, and loathing as their eyes flared crimson. This flaring only grew, and the images faded away just as the Goddess spoke those same three words that caused him to release such a scream from before.

“That bitch,” growled Amira, a Foxwoman who did not wish to become a metallic Chosen. The others bobbed their heads in agreement, whereas Brutus's eyes bathed everything in a luminescent and sickly green light.

“What...will...you...do...now...My...Lord...High...God?” he asked slowly, desiring retribution for this offense.

“Begin the process for my divorce, and let Azazel know of my plans whilst a copy of this affront is sent to her person,” his voice was slow, hollow, “Do not allow Sarah to know of this. Not until she has finished her book and has led us to those who wish for my banishment and removal from the Pantheon.”

“My Lord?” Sia's eyes flared with confusion, as did those save for his right Hand in all things.

“She is both a traitor and an adulterer, my Chosen seven. Her sins are grave, but she is still necessary in finding those who wish us harm,” the Ageless explained slowly, “When her usefulness has ended, so too will her life. For she has broken her vow against my person in falling for another that was not I.”

His head shook with great disappointment for what they had witnessed as he continued, “Do not reveal this to her, so do I order you all, but make sure she and her 'lovers' are watched. So that when the time comes, she may witness their demise by my hand, and my hand alone. All before she, herself, is snuffed out along with those who are the conspirators.

“We shall make it an event, my Chosen and Brutus, and it shall be the 15th Feast of Screams,” a feral and manic grin appeared upon his lips, literally stretching to his ears, “Or as you all call it, Il Concerto dei Dannati. The Concert of the Damned.” Whereupon a laughter filled his throat and was released, filling the Void Space in its entirety at the plan concocted by his mind. One that was shared by his Chosen and Lich King, as their eyes flared with conspiracy.

*****

Sarah stretched her body as the sheets of her bed were cleaned via magicks employed by the Elven women. Her own dress was replaced upon her body, whereas the pair was not allowed to do the same until after they cleaned the bed of fluids exuded by their bodies. Here, she watched with a small smile as they performed such a task slowly, enjoying the sight whilst her mind had convinced her that she did nothing wrong.

And why would it be? To her own mind, all they did was use their fingers and mouths to pleasure one another, even for penetration. Therefore, her marriage was safe with these facts, as was her position as the Goddess Queen of Terra. “Not to mention He probably did something similar, right?” she muttered to herself with a nod of her head.

Afterwards, the book was handed over to her person whilst the Elves re-clothed themselves, and she waved them goodbye. For although they Elves interested her, keeping her body content, she was unnaturally curious about what happened next within the story at hand. Unnaturally because the book had a minour will, forcing the reader to continue to read. Thereby completing the curse which set upon the shoulders of those who were bold enough to begin the journey within.

Of which led to her sliding back under her magickally clean sheets and blankets, whilst snuggling up against her mountain of pillows. Once more, she cracked open the book, not once noticing a small trace of purple miasma coalescing around the mask in front, and began to read.