old god (no sex)

"You find yourself walking down the curb of a run-down street in "Forrock City", a concrete cesspit for the morally indifferent and socially deranged. It's a lovely day, as much as it gets anyway, the sun high in the sky and not a cloud in sight. The enviroment around you, however, is a stony landscape of dusty brick and tinted glass, barbed-wire fences and steel beams. You have wandered into a halfbreed-heavy territory, and it shows." "A yard away there are a group of furred individuals doing what they do, smoking and laughing to themselves. They side-glance you as you pass, but you try to act tough and unphased. All you want to do right now is to get out of these slums and back to your apartment. You have nothing against halfbreeds, you tell yourself, but some types of people simply aren't compatible with others. It's not an opinion, it's a natural fact." "Suddenly a ringing pain echoes through your skull, and your vision goes dark."

As you slowly come to, you find yourself in a dark room with only a single flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Your head is throbbing and your vision is blurry, but as it clears up, you realize that you're tied up and completely helpless.

Suddenly, you hear a snickering sound and a figure steps out of the shadows. It's Molly, the bat halfbreed who bullied you earlier. Her eyes are full of malice and amusement as she slowly approaches you, twirling a switchblade around in her hand.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. It's the little human who thought he could walk through my turf and not get punished." She sneers as she straddles your lap, her creamy white fur rubbing against your skin. "I must say, I'm impressed by your stupidity."

You feel a wave of fear wash over you as you realize that you're trapped with this dangerous and unpredictable halfbreed. You try to struggle against the ropes that are tying you up, but they're too tight.

Molly chuckles at your pathetic attempts and shoves the blade in your face. "Don't even think about trying anything stupid, honey. You're mine now, and I can do whatever I want with you."

She leans in closer, her breath hot against your cheek. "

Molly bursts out laughing at your proposition, her whole body shaking with the force of it. "Honey, if you think this is any sort of romantic gesture, you're even more delusional than I thought."

She leans in close to your ear, her voice low and menacing. "You don't make demands of me. You don't get to decide what I do with my life or my body. And right now, I'm going to have a lot of fun with both."

With that, she presses the blade against your cheek, drawing a thin trail of blood. "But don't worry. If you're lucky, I might just let you live."

Molly looks stunned as you snap your fingers and freeze time around you. Her blade drops to the floor as she stands completely still, her eyes wide in shock.

As you untie yourself and begin to walk away, everything around you still frozen in time, Molly suddenly unfreezes and rushes towards you, her face contorted in a mix of anger and fear.

"What the hell did you just do?" She yells at you, her fists clenched. "How did you do that?!"

You turn around to face her, completely unfazed by her aggression. "It's just a little trick I picked up," you say, smiling smugly. "You should really learn not to mess with people before you know what they're capable of."

Molly looks at you, her eyes narrowed in barely contained rage. "You'll pay for this," she growls, reaching for her bat.

But just as she's about to swing, you snap your fingers again and disappear into thin air, leaving Molly standing alone in the deserted room, confused and enraged.

As you lay down in your bed, you're still struggling to catch your breath after the adrenaline rush of the encounter with Molly. You can't help but replay the events over and over in your head, wondering what would've happened if you hadn't been able to freeze time.

You let out a long sigh and close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You think back to your earlier thoughts about wishing for a normal life, and can't help but feel a deep sense of longing.

But as you drift off to sleep, something inside you stirs, a feeling of power and control that you haven't felt in a long time. Maybe this isn't such a bad life after all, you think to yourself, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.

With that thought lingering on your mind, you finally drift off to sleep, ready to face whatever challenges the cursed god world has in store for you next.

Your eyes snap open at the sound of noises outside your apartment, instantly alert and on edge after the previous encounter with Molly. You strain your ears, trying to make out what the sounds are.

At first, all you can hear is the distant buzz of traffic and the occasional shout or laugh from the street below. But then, you hear something else, something closer and more ominous.

Footsteps. Multiple sets of them, getting louder by the second. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you realize that someone, or something, is approaching your door.

You quickly get out of bed and grab a nearby weapon, preparing yourself for whatever might come through that door.

You quickly grab the Juggernaut armor, a heavy and imposing suit of military-grade armor that you acquired from an old friend. The suit is designed to absorb and deflect physical attacks, making it nearly impervious to standard weapons.

As you put on the armor and activate the power source, you feel a surge of raw energy coursing through your veins. You can feel the armor's strength and durability as it molds itself to your body, ready to protect you from whatever danger might be outside your door.

With the armor now fully activated, you move towards the door, your weapon at the ready. You can hear more footsteps approaching, accompanied by muffled voices that sound like they're coming from multiple directions.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for whatever might be on the other side of that door. With one swift motion, you kick open the door, ready to face your attackers head-on.

As you kick open the door, you find yourself face-to-face with Molly once again, surrounded by a group of furred halfbreeds. You raise your minigun towards her face, ready to fire at the slightest provocation.

Molly smirks at you, unfazed by your show of force. "What I want?" She chuckles, glancing around at her companions. "Oh, nothing much. Just a little payback for what you did to me earlier."

She nods towards the group surrounding her, who begin to fan out around you, their claws and teeth bared menacingly. You can feel your heart racing as the realization of what's about to happen hits you. You're outnumbered, outgunned, and completely alone against these vicious halfbreeds.

But something inside you stirs, a feeling of power and control that you haven't felt in a long time. You stand your ground, your finger on the trigger of the minigun, ready to fight to the death if necessary.

Molly takes notice of your defiance, and for a moment, there's an almost imperceptible flicker of respect in her eyes. "You've got some guts," she says quietly. "I'll give you that."

With that, she raises her own weapon, a massive bat made of reinforced steel. The other half

Molly raises her eyebrow at your threat, but doesn't seem too impressed. "Oh, really?" She says with a smirk. "Well, lucky for me, I'm pretty damn good at destroying things."

She takes a step forward, her bat at the ready. "But hey, if you're feeling froggy, go ahead and leap." She taunts, her eyes glinting with excitement.

As the tension between you mounts, the other halfbreeds begin to circle around you, baring their teeth and growling menacingly. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you refuse to back down. You know that you have the power and strength to defend yourself, no matter what.

You stand your ground, your weapon at the ready, and prepare to fight for your life. This is going to be a brutal battle, but you're ready for whatever comes your way.

Molly's smirk widens at your threat, but she also seems to consider your offer of making a deal. "I'm listening," she says, gesturing for you to continue.

You feel a surge of relief at the prospect of avoiding a fight, if possible. "Look, we don't have to do this. I don't want to fight, and neither do you." You say, keeping your voice steady and calm. "What do you want?"

Molly pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. Finally, she speaks. "I want something from you, human. Something valuable."

You narrow your eyes, trying to discern what she could possibly want from you. "What do you want? I don't have much, but I'm willing to negotiate." You reply cautiously.

Molly leans in closer, her breath hot on your face. "I want your loyalty. Your complete and unwavering loyalty, to me and to our kind." She says, her eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.

You take a step back, feeling a sense of trepidation at her request. Loyalty to the halfbreed cause? That's a tall order. "I don't know about that, Molly. I have my own loyalties, my own beliefs." You say, trying to keep your tone level.

Molly

Molly doesn't seem deterred by your response. Instead, she steps closer to you and locks eyes with you, her gaze intense. "You may have your loyalties and beliefs, but they won't matter much if you end up dead. We're outnumbered and outgunned in this city, and we need all the allies we can get."

She leans closer, her voice low and compelling. "Join us, and I can promise you power, protection, and a place among our people. Together, we can make a difference in this city."

You consider her words, feeling the weight of the decision bearing down on you. On one hand, you're not sure you're ready to ally yourself with a group of halfbreeds that you've barely even met. On the other hand, you can see the sense in Molly's words.

"I need time to think about it," you say finally, not willing to commit one way or the other just yet. "I'll let you know my decision soon."

Molly nods understandingly. "Fair enough. But keep in mind, human, that our offer won't be on the table indefinitely. You either fight with us, or you fight against us. The choice is yours."

With that, she steps back and signals for her companions to back off. As you watch them disappear

You waste no time in heading back to your room, feeling relieved that you were able to avoid a fight with Molly and her companions. As soon as you get through the door, you quickly reach for your phone and dial the number of your old military friend.

It doesn't take long for the call to connect, and you hear the familiar voice of your friend on the other end. "Hey, it's been a while. What do you need?" They ask, their tone both curious and concerned.

You take a breath, steadying yourself before speaking. "I'm in a bad situation. I'm in Forrock City, and I've run into some trouble with a group of halfbreeds. I don't know what to do." You say, the urgency and fear in your voice clear.

Your friend is silent for a few moments, likely weighing the gravity of the situation before responding. "Okay. First, you need to tell me where you are and what's happening. Then we can figure out a plan of action."

You swallow hard, recounting the events of the encounter with Molly and the other halfbreeds. You try to give as many details as possible, hoping that your friend can help you navigate this dangerous situation.

Your friend listens carefully to your story, weighing the options and considering the next steps. After a moment of pause, they respond, "Yeah, I can help you out on this one. I have some contacts who know the city well and have dealt with the halfbreeds before. They might be able to help us come up with a plan."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you at the prospect of finally having some backup and guidance. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." You say sincerely.

"No problem. Just stay put for now and stay safe. I'll make some calls and get back to you as soon as I have something." Your friend says before ending the call.

With that, you sit down on your bed, feeling both grateful and anxious. You can only hope that your friend's contacts can provide some much-needed assistance in navigating this dangerous and unfamiliar city.

As you meet up with your old friend the next day, you feel a sense of trepidation mixed with hope. You're grateful for their willingness to help you out of your predicament, but you're also unsure of what exactly to expect.

The two of you agreed to meet at a small cafe on the outskirts of Forrock City, away from prying eyes and potential danger. You see your friend sitting at a table in the corner, dressed in plain clothes and looking serious.

As you approach, they nod at you in greeting. "Hey. Thanks for meeting me here." They say as you sit down opposite them.

"No problem. So what's the plan?" You ask, eager for any kind of guidance.

Your friend leans in closer, their expression becoming more grim. "I talked to some of my contacts, and they gave me some information about Molly and her group. Apparently they're part of a larger gang that operates out of the city's underground. They've been causing a lot of trouble lately, and the authorities haven't been able to do much about it."

You feel a knot form in your stomach at the mention of the gang's size and power. "So what can we do?" You ask, trying to remain hopeful.

Your friend nods, looking thoughtful. "Well, it's not going to be easy, but I have an

idea. We need to find a way to weaken their hold on the city and gather evidence of their illicit activities. Then we can use that information to bring them down from the inside."

You nod, seeing the logic in this plan. "Okay, but how do we get started?" You ask, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the scope of the task ahead.

"First, we need to find out more about their operations and who's pulling the strings. Then we can start gathering evidence and working our way up the chain of command." Your friend responds, sounding more confident now.

You spend the next few hours discussing the specifics of the plan and strategizing ways to gather information and disrupt the gang's operations. It's clear that this won't be an easy task, but with your friend's military training and connections, you feel like you might just have a chance.

As you leave the cafe, you feel a renewed sense of hope and determination. You're not going to let Molly and her gang intimidate you or anyone else in the city. You're going to fight back and make a difference, even if it's a small one.

As you snap your fingers, you find yourself and Molly suddenly transported to a strange, otherworldly place. The room around you seems to stretch on infinitely in every direction, with no discernible walls or floor. It's disorienting and a bit frightening, and Molly looks around nervously.

Before she has a chance to say anything, however, you snap your fingers again, creating a small box composed of dark, ancient magic that surrounds her completely, trapping her inside.

Molly's eyes widen in surprise and fear as she realizes what's happening. She struggles against the magic, but it seems impenetrable.

"What the hell?! What's going on?" She demands, glowering at you with a mixture of anger and fear.

You look at her coolly, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having the upper hand for once. "Listen up, Molly. I'm not someone you want to mess with. You and your gang have been causing problems in this city for too long, and it ends now. Consider this a warning."

Molly snarls at you, her sharp teeth bared in anger. "You think you can threaten me and get away with it? I won't forget this, whoever you are. You're making a big mistake."

You just smile smugly in response, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having put Molly

Molly's eyes widen in surprise and fear as you casually mention the involvement of an old god. She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, unsure of whether to take your words seriously.

You continue to laugh, your tone now bordering on maniacal. "You think this is a game, Molly? I could snap my fingers right now and wipe out your entire gang without breaking a sweat. But instead, I offer you a choice: either join me and serve me, or face complete annihilation."

Molly's expression shifts from fear to defiance as she stares at you with a steely gaze. "I don't take kindly to threats, no matter who or what you claim to be. You think you can just come in here and boss me around? You're out of your damn mind."

You sigh, shaking your head in disappointment. "Very well. I gave you a chance, but it seems you're not interested in playing nice. Enjoy your box, Molly. I'll make sure to take care of the rest of your gang shortly."

With another snap of your fingers, you disappear from the infinite void room, leaving Molly trapped and alone in her magical prison. You hope she comes to her senses soon, before it's too late.

As you appear in the hideout of Molly's gang, your appearance as a Skeleton Dragon God is met with terror and confusion. The gang members scatter in all directions, screaming in fear as you unleash your scythe upon them.

You move swiftly and with deadly precision, taking out each of the gang members one by one. You can hear Molly's voice through the walkie-talkie you left for her, calling out for you to stop and pleading for mercy.

But you pay her no heed, your rage and fury driving you forward as you destroy everything in your path. It's clear that these gang members are no match for your godly power, and within minutes, the entire hideout lies in ruins.

Eventually, the chaos subsides, leaving only silence and destruction in its wake. You return to your human form, feeling drained but also somewhat cathartic. You know that what you've done was violent and extreme, but you also feel like it was necessary to send a message to anyone who would try to oppose you.

As you exit the hideout, you see that Molly has surrendered, her eyes wide and fearful as she looks up at you. She seems to realize now that she's outmatched, and her bravado has given way to fear and desperation.

"What do you want from me?" she asks quietly, her voice trembling.

You consider your options

You look down at Molly, weighing your options. On one hand, you could keep her as a prisoner, punishing her for her crimes and making sure she never causes trouble again. But on the other hand, you can also see that she's afraid and perhaps willing to change.

After a moment of thought, you offer her a choice. "Molly, I'm going to let you decide. You can either become mine and follow my orders, or turn yourself in to the authorities and face imprisonment. It's up to you."

Molly looks up at you with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, clearly hesitant to make a decision. After a moment of silence, she finally speaks up.

"What do you want from me?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly.

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I want you to work for me, Molly. To help me build a better world, free from the kinds of violence and chaos that we've seen today. But more than that, I want you to change. To see things from a different perspective and use your talents to make a difference."

Molly looks at you skeptically, but you can see a glimmer of something in her eyes - perhaps hope, or maybe just curiosity. "And if I say no?"

You smile wryly, knowing she won't like the

answer. "If you say no, then you'll have to face the consequences of your actions. I can't protect you forever, Molly. But if you choose to follow me, I promise to give you a chance to make something of yourself. To be part of something bigger than just yourself."

Molly seems to be considering your words carefully, her eyes flitting back and forth as she thinks. After a long moment of silence, she looks back up at you.

"I'll do it," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, satisfied with her answer. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. We have a lot of work to do, you and I. But I'm confident that together, we can make a difference."

With that, you take Molly under your wing and lead her away from the remains of her gang's hideout, determined to help her become a better person and make amends for her past mistakes.

As you snap your fingers, Molly's friends begin to rise from the ashes of their destroyed hideout, their eyes wide with shock and confusion. They stare around them, taking in their surroundings, before turning to you and Molly in awe.

You snap your fingers again, teleporting both you and Molly to your void. As the two of you arrive, you can see Molly looking around in amazement, clearly impressed by the sheer power you possess.

"This is... incredible," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, smiling slightly. "It's my void. A place where I can create and shape my own reality. It's a safe place for us to talk and plan without anyone interfering."

Molly nods, taking it all in as she looks around at the shimmering walls of your void. "So what now?"

"Now," you begin, "we start planning. I have a vision for the future, and I think you could be a part of it. There's a lot of work to be done, but with your help, we can make it happen."

Molly nods again, seeming determined now. "I'm ready. What do you need me to do?"

You smile, feeling a sense of optimism that you haven't felt in a long time. "First, let's talk. Let me tell you about my

plans and goals for the future. We need to get on the same page and make sure we're both clear on what needs to be done."

Molly nods, her expression focused as she looks at you expectantly. You begin to outline your ideas for a better world, free from violence and chaos. You talk about your vision of a society where halfbreeds and humans can coexist peacefully, where everyone has access to education and opportunities, and where people are judged by their actions rather than their appearances.

Molly listens intently, asking questions and offering suggestions as you go. You can tell that she's beginning to understand your perspective and is starting to see things in a different light.

As your conversation comes to a close, you offer Molly a place in your organization, telling her that you believe she can make a real difference in the world.

"I'll do it," Molly says, her voice filled with conviction. "I want to be a part of something bigger than myself. I want to help make the world a better place."

You smile at her, glad to have her onboard. "Excellent. Welcome to the team, Molly. Together, we can make a real difference."