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Multiversal Congruency [Stopped]

— “I see you gather before me… hungry… terrified… Clutching your grimoire to your chest. God of blood and killing Khorne has marched his legions into our worlds… Laid devastation to every living from here to the Dragon Mountains. Rabid and ravenous, he bites and bites away.” “Magi of the North, you stand at the precipice! Your heralds have failed you, so now you turn to the sleeper! And yet you do not heed? You do not kneel to dust your heads with husk? Instead you wail, ‘Why have the heralds forsaken us?’” “We must look into the trails we failed not long ago! In a time past, our world intertwined with another through an upheaval scholars call the Second Conjunction of the Spheres… The heralds allowed unholy forces to slip into our domain. The offspring of that cataclysm was the nefarious force called mana…” “Yet we did not banish it, instead studying the vile arcane for our own power and wealth! And the mythic at our door… the unholy relics of this Second Conjunction? …the devourer…the primal beast…the daedra? Did we raise our science and magic against them? Or have we laid this burden on others?” “On so-called demon slayers… Stray children taught the ways of foul breathing, their mind mutated through blasphemous technique. Sent to fight mythic though they could not distinguish good from evil. The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them.” “Yes, their numbers have doubled through the years. Many still roam our lands, offering their bloody work for mere satisfaction. To this day they shame us with their very existence! The North bleeds, flogged by war. The battles are the herald’s whip, chastisement for our corruption! And let us not forget the terrors, the heart of darkness from beyond our world! The ancestors roamed through our minds with every cycle of the moon!” “The narrator twisted our children into the lands unknown! Some say he is the harbinger of the third Conjunction! Can we chart a course back into the light? Will we find the strength to banish the demon slayers from our country? Unite around the blue color of the Eternal Madness?” “Nigh is the Time of the Wand and Guns! None will fight this war in our stead! Nigh is the Time of Swirling Stars!” — This is not a Witcher fan fiction per se, but rather a story that initially features elements from The Witcher. — In this story, the dark tag means it’s genuinely dark, and the harem tag means it’s like the old-school harem, where women are objectified. — Don’t expect too much lore and detail in each fandom, because their past history is long gone. This means that everything from their characteristics, way of speaking, traditions, and culture is pretty much shallow at best. —

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Bath Jacuzzi.

Looking at her matriarch, Margarita, who gazed at her supreme husband with a hint of genuine trepidation, wanting to undergo the same experience as the other pavilion members, where only wives were to suffer during this session, and currently being shielded by sister Mai Shiranui, Luo Yi turned her gaze back to her supreme husband and exclaimed.

"Master, not only is there no visible improvement in our comprehension despite all this time spent with you painting us, but even now, Master Yang Certainty is becoming increasingly illusory, leading to Yang Contradiction. Are you still intent on being a single-minded devil easily manipulated, and allowing your wife to become a dimwitted demon that can easily be dominated?"

Removing the taint from herself and making her daughter and servants follow suit without her master's consent, Luo Yi shook her head and said, "I don't think so. I also believe my master doesn't enjoy being labeled in such a manner."

Summoning the Golden Branch and removing all traces of taint from the Heavenly Star Dao World, which he knew could never truly be erased due to the fate that had already passed, Tian Xing walked up to the throne in the middle of the theater while sending a message to all his wives to don decent attire from now on. Sitting on the wooden throne, he sighed in regret for becoming the narrow-minded fool he had always tried to avoid. Shaking his head and recognizing that there was nothing he could do, Tian Xing watched as all his wives removed the taint from themselves one by one.

Turning to his wife Rita, who was already seated beside him with her twin sisters Mai Shiranui now being her pet, Tian Xing said, "My melody, would you be kind enough to prepare baths for all of us? Preferably, transform this Dao World into a large swimming pool with many open hot tubs and slides for us to enjoy. Don't forget the soaps; I want every part of this world filled with all kinds of soap."

"Of course, my symphony. As long as you wish for it."

Falling from the throne and splashing into the largest hot tub, where he, Rita, and his main wives could relax, Tian Xing slumped onto the wooden bench that felt like a pillow. Resting his arms on the edge of the warm jacuzzi, he let his mind wander over the regrettable actions he had taken with his wives. With feelings of regret, shame, disgust, and nausea flooding his mind, he allowed these emotions to refine his temperament, understanding that he must take responsibility for the deeds that had already been done.

"Master—"

Shaking his head, Tian Xing replied to Luo Yi, who had moved closer and wanted to bathe him along with her daughter, "Just call me Tian Xing or Tian. I don't mind."

Nodding, Luo Yi sat directly on his right while her daughter sat on his left, and asked, "Okay then, Tian. What soap would you like?"

Playing with the pink hair of Seraphine, who was nestled in his left half-embrace, he answered, "Lavender and citrus lemon."

Allowing the mother-daughter duo to bathe him while his sword twitched with dark desire, Tian Xing took a deep breath and closed his eyes, striving to refine his lustful impulses.

"Seraphine, my dear. Could you please message our Tian's head with soothing oils?"

Nodding to her mother, Seraphine pressed the oils from the Second Heavens into one hand before rubbing them together to spread on her palm. As she looked at her lover, who was meditating to refine his temperament from all the unpleasant feelings, Seraphine sighed and kissed his lips before gently massaging his temple and forehead.

After kissing her supreme husband again to elevate his regret and disgust, she resumed massaging his temples with the soothing oils that matched her refreshing perfume. After some time, with her mother having finished bathing their lover, Seraphine saw Luo Yi pouring some wine, intending to enjoy the view of everyone bathing and playing in the pool.

Noticing the beverage station beside them, Seraphine asked, "Mother, I'd like something with a tequila-like taste. Is there any?"

Nodding and placing the wine glass on the floor, Luo Yi replied, "There is, but I don't think it's good for your health. Such drinks are for adults, not children."

Rolling her eyes at her mother's elegant business-like demeanor, Seraphine exclaimed, "Mother… Is eleven reincarnations and four millennia of life experiences not enough?"

Shaking her head, Luo Yi answered, "No, it's not enough. And it never will be. Just look at Tian's real daughter, Ember. Do you think you can surpass her in terms of age, which is already in the realm of eons?"

Furrowing her brows, Seraphine replied, "No."

"Then, you're still a child to me."

Seeing her mother use excuses to prevent her from drinking like an adult, Seraphine rolled her eyes and resumed massaging their lover's head, not wanting to argue. As Tian Xing came to terms with his dark, twisted identities—such as a disgusting lecher, corrupt degenerate, or hypocritical person with high morals—she watched him open his eyes and prepare a drink that resembled a Lavender French 75, made from natural spirit treasures found in the First Heavens.

Resting her head on Tian's left shoulder while enjoying the view of her sisters sliding down the slides, Seraphine hugged him lightly, waiting for him to decide the next course of action for the Serene Lotus Pavilion. Observing him summon cigarettes, which her mother snuffed out after just one, Seraphine giggled, covering her mouth seeing as he silently grumbled about her mother Yin Impression, noting that as cultivators, they could not be affected by such simple smog.