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Episode 42: divine intervention

Episode 42: divine intervention

-Cosmo-

White tiles lined the floor of my personal bathroom. Within the room was what every bathroom had. A golden gem encrusted bath tub. Heated floors. A toilet Mimic ready to clean my unmentionables.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't like every bathroom. Mine came with a pink plush carpet that went around the toilet Mimic keeping it nice and warm at night and giving it some style.

There was also a rectangle shaped one next to the bathtub. My bathroom also came with lots of cubbyholes for all my feminine products. Including the three different brushes I used to keep my hair nice and straight.

I even decorated some of them with figurines of my favorite anime and video game characters. Like Faye Valentine, Tifa Lockhart, Megumine, and my favorite figurine of all time, Nezuko Kamado in chibi form.

My glee was interrupted by my boiling stomach. That was the last time I’d ever order takeout from that thai restaurant. My tummies been hurting all night. It’s like there’s a party in my gut and everyone forgot to wipe their shoes.

Washing my hands I got a glimpse at my reflection. Blue hair and pinkish soft skin. Perfect figure and boobs that could make Chun-Li jealous. Not ridiculous and not underwhelming. In my opinion they had the perfect amount of perkiness and were as plump as a ripe tomato.

“I miss jiggle physics.” I murmured.

Well, just because mortals got rid of them in most games didn't mean they didn't exist IRL. I jumped up and down to get the effect I wanted bringing a smile to my face.

I’m absolutely gorgeous. I had to be. Who wants an ugly goddess after all. I sighed. To bad it was all tainted by the disgusting smell wafting through the air, and the noticeable sweat from the violent expulsion of my intestines.

What kind of goddess destroys a bathroom and can still call themselves divine? As long as no one finds out it should be fine. What happens in the throne room stays in the throne room so to speak.

I washed my face for good measure. Then exited the bathroom. As soon as I stepped back out into my domain, I bumped into one of my admins, who was holding his nose.

My face went red as my eyes grew to the size of plates. I was frozen as the smell of my horrible deed invaded my admins nose.

“Holy crap! Light a match lady!” swishing his cloak at me, he turned around and walked away. I panicked closing the door. “it’s not like that! There was a skunk!” I cried.

“Yeah sure.” He responded. The man was over 6 feet tall, and had the body of a Giga Chad. It was one of the things I really liked about him.

To have my image destroyed was punishable by seppuku. I was ashamed, and the only way to fix that, was to die an honorable death, but before giving up on my many years of life, I should at least try to salvage my reputation.

The room we were in was my real throne room. A visual illusion of a white void with a fancy chair in the middle. The floor reflected our presence, but distorted it enough to where wearing a skirt or dress wasn’t an issue.

I ran up to him, shame coiling inside me. Reaching out, I put my hand on his shoulder blade only for him to turn around and punch me in the face!

I felt my skull crack under the pressure of his rock hard fist, as my head rocked back nearly snapping my neck. “What the fuck Brutus!” I yelled as blood started to leak from my nose. I gasped in shock, my head vibrating in perplexity.

“You pervert. This is why I started wearing a cloak.” Said Brutus before pulling out a flask and taking a swig.

“You idiot! It’s bleeding because you punched me! Not because I’m a pervert!” I huffed before turning away from him tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. “Besides. that stuff only happens in anime…” I murmured.

“Oh….. Whoops…” He took a sip. “Sorry boss. You know not to sneak up on me like that.” He then handed me the flask.

I took it. It was 8 AM and the thing was nearly empty. “Brutus! What the hell are you even doing here!?” I growled.

“Take a drink first. Then we can talk.” He responded.

Wait… he never offers alcohol unless something really bad happened. I was afraid to ask, but did it anyway. “What’s going on? Did one of our world’s catch on fire again. I told you guys to get rid of the speedster boots. Not only do they light the air on fire their also too overpowered. Don’t you remember what happened on B1900003. The influx of cores had us backed up for three days!”

The whole time I was talking Brutus nodded along letting me finish before finally pointing me in the right direction. “it’s not that. This is a code…uh” he scratched his head trying to think of what codename to use. “uh…. A code…” he went silent for a moment before pulling out the employee handbook.

I smacked it out of his hands before yelling, “Forget protocol, just tell me what’s going on!”

He sighed. “See for yourself lady.” He produced a blue screen then flicked it over to me. First thing I saw was a complaint from a PSE – Player System Enchantment - which wasn’t a huge issue.

These types of complaints were handled by magic-tech support and weren’t typically elevated unless the consequences of the issue affected the trial as a whole.

This wasn't that though. Just a standard 404, which just meant a player tried to interact with something in their menu they didn't have, but still had a link. I gave Brutus a confused look.

He smiled. “it started as a 404. Then This happened.” A second screen was flicked my way attaching itself to the first.

This one had a video playing. It looked like a normal fantasy city. That was until something exploded in the distance. All of a sudden it looked like multiple Centipede based monsters were falling from the sky.

“What the… did you guys add an event or something? You know your supposed to run them by me first right?” I was a little irritated. This hadn’t been the first time this had happened.

Brutus shook his head. “Nope. Take a closer look.”

I really wish he would stop beating around the bush and just tell me. Clicking on the screen I skipped back the video, then moved the view over to where the explosion was.

Oh, its my baby Isaac. Aww, I knew that outfit would look cute on his avatar. I’m so happy I upgraded that ribbon. What a cute little angel. Wait… Oh, man. He got blood all over his avatar. Who’s blood?

Oh… that guys missing a head. And that lady over there has her whole arm shoved down her throat. Actually, that’s not her arm. Wait, then who’s arm is it? And where did her arms go?

Oh, they’re over there broken and battered. Looks like they were used to bludgeon that paladin to death. Wow, how did Isaac stick that whole staff through that war mage. It’s going up his butt and coming out his mouth. That takes some serious dedication.

I hit play letting the multi-dimensional video play out. Isaac’s body started to glow. Before it happened I already knew what was going on, but I didn’t want to believe it.

His body turned into energy forming a ball of raging quintessence and aspects. “That’s ascension, but that’s not possible! Brutus, explain why this is happening and why it’s all your fault!”

The cloaked drunk snorted in my face. “First off, I told you he wasn’t fit for the beta trial. You should of put him in delta. Second off you were the one in charge of looking after him. He is one of the few you insisted on keeping an eye on. Where were you?”

I felt a bit ashamed, but there was no way I’d let one of my admins talk to me like that. “Shut up Brutus! I was obviously busy!”

“Yeah, you were busy alright. Busy taking a massive dump.” He retorted.

“Shut the hell up! I’m a goddess. Goddesses don’t poop you jackass!” My face turned red.

He laughed in my face. “Right, did you do that thing again where you bounce your boobs in the mirror.”

“What! How do you know about that!” I cried.

“I met Tony the toilet Mimic once in the break room. Chill dude. Did you know his daughter recently graduated kindergarten?” He said.

“Tony told you that! Also yeah Chloe is such a good kid. I’ll kill em!” I nearly stormed off to the bathroom when Brutus stopped me.

“Whoa there. Don’t do anything crazy. Remember Tony has a family. Besides I’m sure you don’t want HR finding out you've been the one stealing peoples lunches.” He turned me back around.

“How are you finding all this stuff out?” I roared. “Also maybe HR should find out about you attacking me!”

“Who do you think bought that Thai food?” He smirked.

“You little shit! I want my money back!” I yelled.

“lady you didn't pay for it, you stole it.” He said bluntly.

“I don't care!” I cried.

He sighed. “Sure boss. Point is while you were shi-“ I interrupted him with a shrieking growl. He quickly changed his tune. “Uh… while you were busy, Isaac’s little monster - as you call it – took control. Not sure how exactly, but it happened. Then Isaac somehow managed to open his soul gate and flooded his core with enough quintessence to ascend. Do you want to tell me something?”

I went stiff not wanting to meet Brutus’s gaze. “Well boss? How exactly did a mortal rank being under your strict drainage manage to gain enough quintessence to ascend?”

I was silent at first, but over time his gaze made me way too uncomfortable. “Okay, okay! Stop looking at me like that!” I walked around him and headed to the throne.

“Cosmo.” His voice was demanding, making me feel like a teen caught sneaking into the house after curfew. I pulled the flask to my lips and chugged the whole thing. Clearly it would be one of those kinds of days.

“All right! You remember back when Isaac was 14 and he brutally murdered a guy?” Brutus nodded. “Well…… he only managed to do it because he made a deal with the demon. That demon ate the quintessence from that guy and got stronger. It’s also been gaining power through Isaac’s raw psychic energy.”

I was expecting Brutus to be angry but his face didn’t change. “I get it. So you couldn’t strip away his quintessence - despite him being a follower - because the demon has no quintessence. You also let Isaac keep his quintessence so he’d stay in control of himself. The demon however was slowly consuming that power and turning it into antessence.”

I nodded lowering my head.

“You really have a soft spot for that kid don't you?” he asked.

I nodded again before adding, “You do too you big brut.”

“That's nether here nor there, so… you've been enabling the kid’s situation.” He pivoted.

I decided to move forward. “Yeah normally I can strip the quintessence from my followers, but because Squirmy is pure antessence, it's basically poison. There was no way he could have gained enough to ascend, but opening the soul gate must have put Isaac’s broken core over the edge.”

Brutus pulled out a cigarette and started smoking. It was okay since this space was enchanted to cleanse anything in it. He took a long drag before releasing a heart shaped cloud.

“I guess all the cores he ate also went towards that goal. He only ate like five of them before ascending, so I found it strange.” He took his flask back putting it back into his cloak.

“five cores gone like that. That's awful.” I felt bad.

“You should have purged his core and reincarnated the individual parts. Then chucked the demon core into the void.” He said.

“I can't do that! It’s Isaac! Besides I was sure he wouldn’t lose to it. He was doing so well for the past few years. I didn’t think it would all go bad so quickly. I thought… I thought we had more time.”

When Isaac first came to B2015630, Aku’s half was supposed to snap back into place and it should have healed.

Instead the tiny part that was Aku got stuck. Never really mending itself. I never expected her to become her own person.

Within ten years of gaming Isaac managed to feed her core fragment enough psychic energy for it to grow. That stupid imagination of his is absolutely ridiculous. It didn’t matter now. It was time to get serious. I still believed in that little boy that tried to help me.

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“Who’s on sight right now?” I asked.

He shrugged. “No one.”

That irritated me. “Why the hell not! Hurry up and go kill the demon, before it gets any stronger!”

“Can't.” he said nonchalantly.

Trying not to lose my cool I asked, “Why the hell not?”

“I can't open a portal. No one can. Whatever the demon is doing we can't open any portals in that area. Best we can do is open one a day away. And before you ask yes we already have people headed in to neutralize the demon.”

I reached out and tried to open my own portal, but surely enough even I couldn't do it. The area in Serenity was completely inaccessible. It’s like space-time in that area was unstable. Trying to connect a portal to that part of the world would be akin to a person trying to swim through a raging ocean.

Brutus interrupted my thoughts, “Time dilation has their time moving faster, so by the time we realized what was going on, that thing had already killed nearly 100 people, and just about destroyed a quarter of the city. By the time our squad gets there, I’m pretty sure that thing will have enough cores in its belly to put up a challenge.”

“That’s not great, it’s a walking singularity. What’s with the Army of Centipedes?” I asked.

“Yeah that’s kind of the messed up part. That bastard is torturing the cores. Then when they break he makes deals with them to make the torture stop. In exchange he eats their cores gaining every last bit of quintessence. Then he takes cores he hasn’t eaten and splices them into fragments, and twists them into loyal demons that follow his will.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Is it already a demon lord?” There was no way. How could it rank up so quickly?

“No its not a demon lord. Its actually a devil right now. For some reason though it can make demons.” Responded Brutus.

It went up three whole ranks! That's insane! Without even hitting the demon lord rank, its able to craft demonic horrors. Well, clearly it’s not on the level of a demon lord since it’s only able to make Ōmukade.

It’s creations are also pretty fragile. Almost like a spirit summon. No surprise there since their cores are nothing but tiny fragments. One good hit is enough to break the soul fragment causing the body to crumble.

It's almost like a vacant avatar body. In order to make them compatible with mortals, I had to take core fragments from each individual player and build the avatars around the fragments.

That way the bodies wouldn’t crumble and when I transferred their cores to their avatars, the missing core fragment would connect up and everything would be fine. It didn’t matter that the bodies were in the lower spirit rank and the cores were in the mortal rank.

That’s what the PSE was for. So that players could use their abilities with ease, instead of trying and failing to control the power by trial and error.

I rubbed my temples. “Okay, let me think. First off change the time dilation so that time is running at its slowest on their side.”

“Sure thing, but can I ask why?” said Brutus.

“Well, that demon ascended right?” He nodded. “Then Isaac must have ascended too. Right now he might be the only one that knows what’s going on, and that has the requirements necessary to Kill it.”

“He’s untrained, and besides even if the kid has ascended to the lower spirit rank, that doesn’t mean he knows how to use his new abilities. Wasn’t the whole point of the beta trials to get mortals accustomed to the different power systems? What makes you think he can adjust so quickly? He doesn’t even have a PSE anymore. I know the kid is strong, but he ain't no Garry Stu.”

Despite his disagreement Brutus still changed the dilation on that world buying us more time.

“let’s see what we’re working with first. I’m gonna bring him here.” I seated myself on the throne and started focusing on my follower Isaac.

Brutus laughed, “How? Portals are closed and we don’t have access to his core. Not when its in that black hole. Even if you manage to bring his core here, and get him a temporary avatar, it won’t help. Sure, with the time dilation he might get a weeks worth of time to train, but that's pointless if he isn't training his actual body.”

As always Brutus was right. Even though he annoys me to no end that crazy old man was good at what he did and what he did was solve problems in a field were most die young.

“Don't worry your little drunk ass Brutus.” I smiled. “As of right now Isaac is on deaths door. Meaning his core has a foot in purgatory. That gives us access to him. I'm going to summon him as a spirit. A dash of quintessence and a handful of aspects should make a temporary copy of his current avatar.”

Brutus narrowed his eyes. “So… instead of improving his body and power system, were going to teach him how his system works?”

“Precisely my dear Brutus! Teaching him how to use his power is better than letting him run around without even a basic level 1 aura. If we did that Isaac would be killed almost instantly.” I giggled.

“Aura… so the kids a cultivator. I always thought that punk would end up a psychic.” Brutus threw his cigarette on the floor then crushed it under his boot.

“I know what you mean. Even at the mortal rank that kid was producing psychic energy. He was such a good source of quintessence.” I waved a hand opening a small portal and pulling out a cup of coffee.

I took a sip before continuing, “I think I'll have you train him.”

“Me!? Are you sure that's a good idea?” He actually looked nervous for once. “I don't know. That could go horribly wrong.”

This side of him was rare. I think the last time I saw him like this is before his last ascension. That was back when he was still in the angel rank.

“Don't worry it'll be fine. The important part is to teach Isaac how to heal himself. Right now that idiot is bleeding out, so make sure that's the first thing you teach him. After cultivation of course.” I commanded.

“Whatever you say lady, but if it goes south, we might lose our only trump card. The kids never been good at dealing with drama after all.”

-Aku/Isaac-

Cupcakes, Ice cream, and all manor of sweets populated the world of clay. I was seated at a table with a cup of tea in front of me. My dress was blue with a pink bow on my chest. I was also wearing some glass slippers. The outfit was adorable and I felt like showing it off to everyone.

My hair was in pigtails, held up by black bands and decorated with pink ribbons, that were tied into bows. I especially had a fondness for the white trim at the end of my skirt.

Everything here was strange though. My clothes, body, and even the landscape was made of clay. It was like being in a Christmas special.

Across from me was pirate Snowball. She was seven feet tall sporting an eyepatch and a hook hand. In front of her was a mug of rum and a brick of cocaine. Like me she was also made of clay. Except for the hook hand. I think it was plastic.

To my left was Chompy. He was a little taller than Snowball and was in the middle of messily eating a giant cherry pie. He wasn't a pirate though. He was dressed like a sexy potato.

He wore the body suit of a potato, with his arms, legs, head, and tail sticking out. What made it sexy was the silky black lingerie he wore on top. Strangely enough he was made of Paper mache. His potato suit was still clay though.

To my right was Mr. Ghost. For his costume he had kidnapped and possessed an office worker. Only for some reason the office worker was flesh and blood.

Every now and then the office worker would regain control of his body and start to cry. He was very funny and made me giggle a lot.

Snowball reached over and poured me some more tea. She then grabbed a big knife and cut into the brick of cocaine. The cocaine was pure. I could tell because it was kind of yellow and in big clumps.

She pulled over one of the clumps, then started cutting it into a fine pristine dust. She then scooped it onto her knife and brought it up to what looked like her nose, taking a long snort. Her completely black eyes grew wider, before her head started shaking and she stabbed the table.

We all laughed, even Chompy who was deep in his cherry pie let out muffled laughter, getting red stuff all over the table. Despite his joy he wouldn’t pull his head out of that pie.

The office worker broke free again yelling out, “Kimiko ni naniwoshita no? Kanojo o koroshita no wa anatadesu yo ne! Monsutā! Watashi no tsuma wa dokodesu ka! Kimiko!” He screamed. We couldn’t help but continue laughing. The table was nothing but laughter and the silly words of our new friend.

I was left wondering where the subtitles were. Every Japanese dubbed anime I've ever watched had english subtitles. Where were the subtitles!? Had I been lied to this whole time? Does this mean that vacation to Japan I was planning with Alice, was a huge waste of time!?

That’s when Snowball pulled out a revolver pulling my attention to her. “Oh, cool!” I said.

She loaded in a single bullet, spun the chamber. Then pulled back the hammer. She held it up to her head and pulled the trigger. There was no bang, instead it was a “click”

“Oh, I know this game! Can I go next! Please!” I begged.

The office worker cried out calling for someone named “Kimiko” He kept repeating the same thing. “Tasukete!” over and over again until I finally joined him and started saying it too.

“Tasukete!” he cried.

“Tasukete!” I would reply.

Eventually he just started crying and thrashing his head back and forth as if the rest of his body was paralyzed. He was very good at improv.

Now that I think about it, didn’t that word mean “save me” or “help me” or something?

Snowball finally passed the gun to me. It was kind of heavy. I decided to do it my way pulling the hammer back and putting the barrel in my mouth. I could taste the oil. Clearly it had recently been cleaned. The man went silent for a second before yelling out “Yamete!”

I pulled the trigger and heard a “clack” but no bullet, so I passed the gun over to Chompy, pushing it close to his pie.

Luckily he was already leaning down to eat, so his short hand was able to grab the weapon. Pulling back the hammer he held it up to his head and pulled the trigger. To my relief It didn’t go off. That meant I might still be able to win.

Chompy got mad and threw the gun at Mr. Ghost. The man closed his eyes expecting it to hit him in the face, but Mr. ghost controlled his arm and caught it. It was an impressive catch, so I clapped while the man continued to cry as his own hand pointed the gun at his head, while the other slid the hammer into position.

“Ā, kamisama! Onegaishimasu, onegaishimasu!” cried the man as tears rolled down his face. He pulled the trigger, but it didn't go off. He Tried again pulling the hammer back and squeezing the gun. The man screamed as the hammer slammed down. To his relief there was no bullet.

For whatever reason he started laughing. He came to a stop when Mr. Ghost. Readied the hammer again. Accepting it, he tried to get his last words in.

“Gomen ne… Shiro…” Mr. Ghost gave it one more try. It finally fired blowing the guys brains out over the clay ice cream landscape.

“Mr. Ghost, that’s cheating! I was supposed to win!” I complained. It would have gone back to Snowball and then I would have gotten the bullet.

The man’s body fell down revealing Mr. Ghost. He was in his wraith form. A ghost like monster with bluish pale skin and long arms that ended in claws. He shrugged his shoulders then sunk into the ground.

“Cheater!” I yelled before throwing my tea cup and sticking my tongue out at him.

Mr. Ghost said nothing, so I got up and walked over to the body. The ice cream under my feet was mushy like it was melting. I looked the man over.

He wasn’t making any noise anymore. That made me kind of sad. I helped him by getting him back into his seat, but he wasn’t the same anymore. Something was missing.

I looked to Snowball for help. “What do we do?” I asked.

She snorted another line of coke then got up. I’m not sure from where, but she pulled out a chocolate shovel and started digging a hole.

Once it was about four feet deep, she walked back over, picking the man up getting blood on her self.

I followed her as she carried him over to the hole and dropped him in. That’s when a tomb stone popped out of the chocolate ice cream. Only I couldn’t really make out what was on it. It looked like scribbles.

Snowball then started to bury the man in chocolate ice cream. I wish I could be buried in ice cream. I want mine to be vanilla though.

Once finished Snowball walked back to the table. I followed, rejoined her and Chompy. The man must have been really tired after our game, so he just needed a nice long nap.

As soon as I got back into my seat Snowball poured me another cup of tea, but this time she added a tea spoon of cocaine to make it sweeter. “one more please!” I said.

She happily obliged and mixed in another spoonful. I gently lifted the cup with both hands and took a sip. It was so bitter, but the effects were instant.

I felt my heart start racing and my focus was on another level. That’s when I realized there was something wrong here. Wasn’t I in the middle of bleeding out?

As soon as I realized that, Chompy turned his head to me revealing a mouth full of blood stained razor sharp teeth. Wait a sec… in his teeth, was that a finger?

My blood ran cold as it struck me. That wasn’t a cherry pie. It was a human pot pie. Notably one that wasn’t very well cooked. As if noticing the change in my vibe, Snowball pointed at me with her hook hand.

Chompy roared as he came after me. I quickly got out of my chair and ran away, but it was hard to move through slightly melted ice cream, while wearing glass slippers.

Before I knew it I felt pain in my shoulder as potato Chompy bit down on me. I screamed in pain and was lead back to the table. “No! Please let me go!” I cried.

Snowball pushed the table aside knocking everything onto the cold creamy ice. Under that table was a 4 foot grave. How long had that been there?

A tombstone quickly popped out of the ground. It read “Here lies Isaac Smith. A friend, a husband, destroyer of a world. Killer of countless lives. 1984 – 2023”

“Noo!” I cried as potato Chompy threw me into the grave. My blue dress got super dirty. Covered in chocolate ice cream and gushing red blood.

I tried to crawl out, but pirate Snowball kicked me back in. That's when Mr. Ghosts hands phased through the cold mushy ground and hugged me.

The wraith monster Mr. Ghost had become, came with a life draining touch. Just like in-game. I could feel my body getting cold and myself growing weak and tired.

I looked up to pirate Snowball, as potato Chompy danced around the grave like a ballerina. “Please! I can still do more! I can stop Squirmy! I just need more time! I can save them!” I cried.

Snowball crouched down over my grave and said in a Morgan Freeman voice, “In the tapestry of life, your sins live on. Your journey may have ended, but the atrocities of your story will stretch far throughout time." I was paralyzed unable to utter a word.

Then came a feminine voice, “The fuck is this madness?” That's when a ball of burning light slammed into Snowball causing her to explode in a shower of clay, gore, and blue flames.

“Wha- what!” I cried, as blood entered my mouth.

Chompy started to run away, but he also got vaporized after a plasma like substance struck him in the back. I was left wondering when I'd wake up. My body started convulsing as tears streamed down my face. I rocked back and forth.

Why was everything made of clay? Why was I made of clay?! I hate it! “I wanna wake up now please.” I cried.

That was when a familiar blue haired E-girl walked into frame. Like the Japanese man she was flesh and blood. In her hand she was holding what looked like a plasma gun. Similar to shades. “No time to explain! Come with me if you want to live!”

This whole dream sequence was bizarre, but seeing a familiar face gave me a sense of relief. It looked like Mr. Ghost was gone, so I pulled myself to my feet.

“Ow, it hurts…” I cried. My shoulder was in a lot of pain and I didn't like being cold and wet. My dress was ruined too. Tears continued to flow in big warm blobs.

Cosmo sighed. “It’s alright kiddo.” She used some kind of light on me and I felt my body mend itself. My tears were gone too. Along with all the blood and chocolate. My dress even stitched itself back together, and best of all I wasn’t made of clay anymore!

I smiled. Then did a little twirl to test it out. “Thank you!”

“Come on then. We need to leave.” She reached down.

I was so ready to get out of this nightmare, so I took Cosmos hand and to my surprise she lifted me up and out of the grave with ease. I wasn’t expecting her to carry me.

I guess I didn't mind since that meant I wouldn't need to walk through mushy ice cream. Especially since my glass slippers weren't exactly made for semi-frozen mushy milk. I also felt a strong desire to be carried which was strange, but I chalked it up to Aku’s personality leaking through.

“What is this place?” I asked.

The goddess shrugged. “from what I can tell it's a combination of Aku’s heaven and Isaac’s Hell.”

That explained a lot.

Before we left Cosmo pointed her gun at the tomb stone and fired. The stone exploded into molten chocolate. I really wanted a plasma gun now. I bet shade will sell me hers for a platinum coin.

“Is that the original plasma gun? The one that can fire fifty times per cartridge?” I asked.

“Yup. It was too over powered, so we had to nerf it.” Said Cosmo.

“I get that. Combine it with the skill rapid fire, a few crit and perception boosting potions, and you basically got a portable baby nuke gatling gun.” Those were some fun times.

The goddess looked annoyed. “I know! It was your abuse that got them nerfed!” She yelled.

I started crying again. “A-am sorry. I won’t do it again.” I squeaked.

“Oh don’t cry. I didn’t mean to yell.” She bounced me up and down to which it just felt awkward. In the end the self proclaimed goddess handed me a big cookie. It was warm somehow like it’d had just been baked.

I gladly bit into it immediately feeling better. Cosmo then opened a portal and we walked through, but something strange happened it was kind of like the first time I got transferred to the new world.

There was all these bright colors and then I just kind of woke up. This time though, it wasn't in a bed. I was already standing and was wearing the same clothes I had in that strange dream.

My mind felt clear and all I could think about was what the so called goddess did to my mom. To my family. To my childhood. She was right there in front of me.

The room I found myself in was more like a void. By this point I was so tired of voids. The only thing here was the lady and that ridiculous throne she was sitting on.

My anger swelled as a familiar echo pulsed within me. It was distant and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, but I knew one thing.

I wanted vengeance.