POV Fallen Goddess
Not only mamono and humans watched the star. In Pandemonium, beyond space and time, the Fallen Goddess pulled away from seducing yet another nun.
The Goddess' voice sweetly echoed in the girl's mind, pushing her to the edge from which there was no return. The nun tossed and turned in bed, wildly caressing her body.
"I'll leave her for a moment," the Goddess decided. "She won't go anywhere anyway. I need to see what all the fuss is about."
The Fallen Goddess released her web of perception, spun from the threads of her former power. What she saw was a strange sight. High in the sky, a star flew, crossing the world from west to east in a whirlwind of impossible flame.
The Fallen Goddess drew closer and gasped. The star was made of metal and other materials, the composition of which the girl couldn't identify. Inside, the star was riddled with narrow corridors and tunnels, like a monstrous ant nest.
The Goddess dove deeper, inspecting the unfamiliar mechanisms, iron cables, and oil-filled pipes with interest. The star was impressive. Huge and completely desolate, it hurtled through space, its steel shell cracking under the immense strain.
The girl was about to retract her webs when she suddenly noticed a mass of black energy. It was struggling against the storm of flames, suspended motionless at the intersection of tunnels. The Fallen Goddess's curiosity was piqued. She drew the thin thread closer and carefully touched the unknown sphere.
In that instant, the mass rushed toward her and fiercely clamped onto the Goddess' mind, almost tearing the entire web apart.
"Take it easy!" the girl cried out, forgetting that no one could hear her, and pulled the threads back into Pandemonium.
And then the impossible happened. The dense energy clump collapsed, as though deprived of power, and a man fell from it onto the lifeless ground of Pandemonium. Hot smoke emanated from his body, but overall, he seemed unharmed, except for his face, which was covered in dried slime and cuts. At first glance, the Goddess identified him as a warrior. Who else could possess such developed musculature and a noble bearing?
'No, this isn't just a warrior,' the Goddess marveled. 'This is a true knight! Strange… he has an unusual body structure, some metal parts, extra organs. But there's no mistake—the spiritual energy is intact, so he's human! And when did humans learn to send such machines into the air? Oh, how much I've missed!'
She truly rarely paid attention to the real world. Usually, her voice sounded in the soul of those who were already ready to hear it. The web of perception was an expensive luxury; the girl knew that next time she could use her magical sight no sooner than in a month. The accumulation of power entirely depended on the activity of the priestesses and their "prayers."
The Goddess never learned to come to terms with her own weakness, constantly recalling the old days and former grandeur. Centuries had passed since her imprisonment, but she hadn't lost her thirst for attention and power, based on the fear of loneliness. The Fallen Goddess missed worship and grand ceremonies. And why did she even create monsters? Who cares if people prayed less!
After long years of relative solitude in Pandemonium, the idea of sending monsters against humans and humans against monsters no longer seemed particularly successful. But who could have known how everything would turn out? Another hero, sent to defeat the Demon Lord, formed an alliance with her. Then, in a fit of rage, the Goddess went to personally deal with this couple. But instead of an easy victory, she faced defeat.
The hero and the Demon Lord found a way to increase their power, spending days and nights making love. Spiritual energy flowed into demonic energy, and demonic energy into spiritual. The closed loop of generation proved so effective that the warrior, along with his lover, managed to poison even her with shameful sweetness.
The girl returned to Heaven to lick her wounds. But even here, the Fallen Goddess was met with an unpleasant surprise. Her children, the angels, noticed the presence of foreign energy in her. Archangel Seraphiel led a rebellion, joined by the other beings of Light. A hail of humiliating blows rained down on the Goddess, and eventually, she was imprisoned in the gray purgatory of Pandemonium.
The flow of faith stopped nourishing the unfortunate Creator, and it instead reached the usurper Seraphiel. The Fallen Goddess's strength faded day by day. Perhaps, the Goddess would have simply dissolved into the gray mist of
Pandemonium without a trace, but an unusual thought came to her mind.
After analyzing the reasons for her defeat, she came to a paradoxical conclusion. If humans so passionately desired to love and be loved without any restrictions, why not fulfill their dreams?
She found a way to human women. She chose girls like herself: neglected, prisoners of monasteries and orphanages. The Fallen Goddess only needed to slightly push them and guide them onto the right path.
After a couple of failures, things started moving. The first successes inspired the Goddess. Women easily sank into the depths of debauchery, carrying their beloved men along. Soon, she received the first doses of energy and prayers from followers of her new religion.
Death no longer threatened the Creator. She gained modest power. But this new strength had a downside. At a certain point, the Fallen Goddess realized she was growing stupider. Instead of plans, her mind was filled with lustful thoughts and images of hot unions.
She spent more and more time gazing at the novices and, strangely, found this very pleasant and arousing. At times, the Goddess caught herself thinking that she was reacting to events like a mortal, very unsatisfied woman, and not as a divine being. But under the pressure of visions, the Fallen Goddess quickly forgot everything. She eagerly and lustfully watched the priestesses and other monsters.
However, the new children didn't spoil the Fallen Goddess with attention. When a priestess found her love, she gave herself fully to the man, body and soul, and stopped paying attention to the Goddess.
Of course, her faith and pleasure still reached the Fallen Goddess, granting her energy. But often, she simply had no one to talk to.
Now, looking at the knight, the girl was torn with joy. Goodbye, dreaded loneliness! She would no longer be alone! The man would undoubtedly be unable to resist her beauty and charm. He would be happy to become her beloved toy.
Together, they would spend eternity joyfully, and who knows, maybe she would manage to free herself. After all, the knight wasn't bad-looking and was probably smart. Instead of calls from young priestesses and cold fallen Valkyries, she would receive masculine warmth, compliments, and sincere worship!
The girl focused. From the frozen air, she formed the most beautiful body she could create. Then she crafted a worthy throne for herself and took her place upon it, assuming a seductive pose.
'Soon the knight will come to his senses and be dazzled by my beauty and grandeur,' the Fallen Goddess thought, with no modesty whatsoever.