Day 14 part 5

Left the Hydra with orders to guard the villagers from other titans. Time to rest... I drop by the village, surprising them yet again...

To celebrate Charie and I end up playing with the twins and our new maid Weedy. We are a little demanding... they won't walk properly for a few days... also... it may be fun to toy with them as a squid... it is even better with the capabilities of a squid, a man and as a being of fluid... suffice to say it got very kinky. Not that the girls could complain... it was all moans of lust... plus... I enjoyed it nearly as much.

Penis... we will never be separated again! I love you! Ah... in a purely Heterosexual way...

Day 15

Spent the day organizing the Sirens into a task force aimed at searching for the God of Frozen Aqua under the orders of Yumi. Their numbers are moderate but they have spent time and energy getting to know the local area and their assigned territories, even if it was via stalking...

Then I visited the underwater city and 'persuaded' them to give me all they knew on the subject.

Finally I had a vague idea what to look for...

Day 16

Searching from the sky... via jet propulsion... it seems I can generate mass quantities of fluid from nothing. I use this to fly. Being made of fluid also means I don't need to worry about the landing either. I just crash.

I've scouted about a third of the world, I think... I'm able to manipulate my density so that I can cling together at speeds above Mach 4. I fly in squid form, because it is more aero-dynamic. Also the lack of a need to breathe is nice...

Day 17

SPACE SQUID!

That's right! I figured if I can survive absolute zero and produce limitless fuel... why the hell not?

Weightlessness... I pass an alien space craft and wave. Hardly the weirdest thing I've seen lately.

Also from low orbit I travel much faster and have a better view of the world than I had merely flying. Orbital surveillance is indeed superior. Also because I have complete manoeuvrability I don't have any issues with using my powers in sequence for thrust or turning... every direction is the one I'm facing. Being a god made of fluid is great. Space ships have thrusters but the movement is very artificial... I don't have to re-orient or turn.

My eyes are still just a little sharper than human... I change the structure until they are super human.

Finally I pinpoint my target.

Done, I think about the logistics of getting Charie up here to take advantage of her in zero gee...

It will be fun...

Re-entry into the atmosphere is a bitch though as I have to slow down or I will evaporate.

Day 18-28

Experimentation with my powers and sex, lots of sex. With the occasional blast off into space for a quick glance at the target.

Charie was thrilled by it... her powers aren't able to pull or push her body so this was something new to her. I think once we have a century or two alone we'll take a jaunt around the solar system...

Be the first from our world to have sex on every other planet... and moon... and planetoid that is mistakenly called a planet... finishing on a comet...

I'll be sure to leave monuments to our passing... “Cal an Charie waz here!” in fifty foot letters carved into rock. Yes. Interplanetary vandalism on our honeymoon vacation!

I'm going to carve 'Suck it, Armstrong!” on the moon. Did I mention the moon is red here? No? Well it is.

Day 29

The trap is fully set.

I leave the family behind, guarded by the only thing that could survive an assault from the sea god... the Hydra.

Also with the high gestation speed of a squid my various lovers are starting to show their pregnancies. I haven't heard from the tuna but that is probably for the best.

I set foot on the shell of Turtle Island, one of the remaining great titans.

It glances at me lazily and then goes back to swimming. Sorry you dumb colossus, you're involved too.

There is a mansion on the mountain that is the shell of the turtle. It is empty, except for one white-bearded old man.

He sits on a sofa, watching pirated movies on a screen of water.

“Really? I knew you had horrible taste, you old bastard... but Waterworld?” I ask disgusted.

“My water, my rules, traitor.” [God of Frozen Aqua]

“You see, I don't think that is quite how things go any more.” [Cal] “Now why don't you explain why I'm here.”

“How should I know? I just gave you a hard time.” [Old Man Frost]

“No. I mean, why I am reincarnated here.” [Cal]

“I don't know. I certainly didn't bring you.” [Old Frosty]

“Then who did?” [Cal]

“Ask the Goddess of Wisdom. It was probably her doing.” [Chill Bill]

“So you had nothing to do with my death?” [Cal]

“Well now... I didn't say that, now did I?” The god looks up at me for the first time, eyes wide apart and unblinking. His mouth is open in a disgusting mockery of a smile. two wide semi-circles of cutting teeth. “No I had a lot to do with that... after all, I caused it.”

“Why are you telling me this?” [Cal]

“You rushed here, arrogant and stupid. Self-righteous imbecile. I tell you because there is not a thing you can do about it. Look at you, you cannot stop me with water. You are only water.” He stood up, his feral grin locked on me. “I will ravage your body until you are nothing but a murmur in the ocean.”

“Why did you do it?” [Cal]

“I control the ocean, all the oceans, across all of existence.” The smile and those words...

“You killed off all the other rival gods?” [Cal]

“Yes. As well as any who might become a threat, until you came here.” [God of the Seas]

“You were striking at me?” [Cal]

“Yes... your fate was to live and die on land and become a God of the Ground... you were to raise the sea-bed and take from my power.” [God of the Sea] “So I killed you and drove you to die upon the water you hate, to break that fate... I thought it was clever... but it seems I was played for a fool. Now you're a menace, even if you aren't ground.”

“Well I must say... if that is the case... I will enjoy watching you die, you power-hungry bastard.” [Cal]

“You are still the same fool you always were, to challenge all of the seas of the cosmos...” [God of the Seas]

“The pitiful thing is, you actually believe that, don't you?” [Cal] “Do you have any idea what I am? You call me water... I am not water. I am not ice either. Or steam.”

The god finally started to catch on...

“What are you?! You aren't just a god of the sea...” [Old Frosty]

“You are so limited, you feeble old bastard.” [Cal] “The more I look at you, the more I see your origin... a lamprey... disgusting parasite.”

Furious at the insult the old god raised his hands and summoned a wave of water to wash the island clean... it did nothing. No water came.

“Eh?” [Old Man]

“Welcome to a very unusual place for you lamprey bastard.” [Cal] “Welcome to the desert.”

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He stumbled out of the house and took in the view, water and the turtle... and sand on the horizon in every direction.

The turtle was still swimming, oblivious. Near sighted.

The old god tried to rip the water the island lay upon away from my control, he failed even though I did nothing.

“What?” He asked confused.

“It isn't water. It's olive oil.” [Cal] “Mostly.”

I jet up into the air using liquid helium for thrust.

“This is all courtesy of me and my temporary allies.” [Cal] “A god of rock created a bowl and carried your turtle here. A god of air changed the atmosphere to mimic the ocean spray and lastly a god of fire...”

I jet higher and raise the hidden fluid pockets to the surface. A second transparent fluid seeps out of the oil.

“Light 'er up!” I yell.

A ball of fire explodes in a thunderclap... and the hundreds of thousands of gallons of nitroglycerine are triggered by the noise.

As fluid the impact of the explosion does me no harm.

It shatters the turtle-shell and kills the beast, taking off the massive head.

The god of water is more solid than me, he takes the hit hard and crash lands on sand several miles away. As he tries to summon the ocean to him at long distance I spray him with kerosene and a brilliant ball of blue fire impacts, setting him ablaze.

He writhes and falters. He manages to douse the fire with what water is in the atmosphere.

I cover him in liquid wax which sticks him to the ground by his own cold aura, as I land beside him.

“Let me explain something to you, lives are precious. I take them to eat, to survive and to punish. You take them for greed and self-gratification.” I spray him with a fluid far more volatile than kerosene until he is completely soaked. “You know... people eat lamprey... here let me help as your cook. You know about my world... enjoy your napalm, cocksucker.”

His face breaks into a look of horror.

I glide back on an oil slick and jet back into the air.

A burst of blue fire again lights him ablaze, with a much more interesting affect: he screams in agony. I do love the smell of napalm in the late afternoon.

I signal to the others that dinner is served.

Windy drops off Charybdis and then the other three gods leave.

The burning god of water races at me howling, freed from the cage of wax by the heat.

“Charie, did I ever mention that I can change my composition at will?” [Cal]

“No, not really. Why? What is so interesting about what you are now?” [Charie]

The god of water breaks through my surface tension with a burning arm, thinking I was trying to avoid the flames. I spill over him.

“Right now I'm highly concentrated hydrochloric acid.” [Cal]

The screams of the sea god are shrill as parts of his body dissolve.

I pull back to stare at the crippled god.

I turn into crude oil.

“Struggle more please. I haven't had my fill yet. I have so many new tricks to use... to refine on you.” [Cal] “I haven't even touched nuclear chemistry, yet.”

“Why? I took from you... but you have gained more. Isn't what you are greater than what you were?” [God of the Sea]

“You and I are oil and water. We do not mix well. We do not have the same values. I'm not doing this for myself... I'm doing this for the other people you killed. My family. The innocent people around me who were caught up in your attack.” [Cal] “Charie... if you would be so kind... please rip him apart at the molecular level, please.”

“For you...” She murmured to the crippled god “I'll have to do something special.”

She opened a tear in her open palm and drew the god screaming into the void... at first. He stopped in the throat of that empty gap. He isn't being drawn into the void... he's caught between that gap and a second she opened in her other hand. The two different gaps tear at him, greedily ripping him to pieces.

She joins the two gaps together and then seals them in her body.

“What was that?” [Cal]

“Something I like to save for traitors and those I really hate...” [Charie] “He'll live in there for as long as he can remain between the void doors... they will move and twist at random and move closer or further also randomly, tearing him to scraps over the years. I think he'll be around a long time...”

“Well, don't forget to say hello for us every now and then.” [Cal] “I'd hate for him to forget us.”

“Trust me... he can't do that. He can hear every word we speak.” [Charie]

“Hello? This is your God... please die. That is all.” I say into her hand.

She giggles.

“By the way... can we put things in there with him?” [Cal]

“Certainly, what would you like?” [Charie]

I form a complex nitrogen based compound, soft and gooey. I add a cup-full of nitroglycerine in a depression on top.

“Be gentle eating this please...” [Cal]

She swallows it and we watch it float beside the god... he's too scared to touch it. We see this through the open door in her hand.

“BOOM!!!” I yell.

Nothing but a look of terror on the god's face. He tries to push it into the gap with a toe.

“I SAID KABOOOM!!!!!” I scream.

It does explode slightly... the nitro being the trigger. What it really does is far more entertaining.

It is a brick sized lump of thermite, the stuff used to cut through steel by melting it.

It splatters in a wide cone away from the blast, burning the god in flames that would give Hell a run for its money.

We laugh as he flails and shrieks.

“So... I guess there isn't a God of the Sea any more.” [Cal]

“Why? Do you want the job?” [Charie]

“No way.” [Cal]

You have been assigned as replacement God of the Sea~

“Somehow... I knew that was coming.” [Cal] “Can't you just leave me alone, Goddess?”

You have been accused of the murder of a god, your trial will begin in three seconds~

“Oh... shit.” [Cal]

What we learned this chapter:

Even gods have laws they obey...

Cal is a trailblazer... in more ways than one

Welcome to the home of the gods... to be tried for first degree murder...

What we didn't see:

The Hydra welcoming the crown prince and consorts of the Emperor with full honors.

A civil war breaking out on the Hydra's west flank.

The aliens questioning their sanity as a squid floats past in low orbit, waving.

The sad siren floats past a vessel in the night and watches as the crew steal a barrel of rum... with sexy results...

She learns the ultimate lesson: people make the worst decisions drunk.