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The Reincarnated Cursed Saint

Kanan lived a lecherous and illicit life and he lived it proudly. So proud that he was struck down by the gods for his hubris and in turn swore carnal revenge upon all the heavens. After being reincarnated into a world of cultivation, heroes, and magic he learns that every mortal and god is out for his head. So he sets out for their women! In this tale of eroticism, violence, and conquest, watch as chaos incarnate litters this world and those above with his conquered. “Long live the villains!” ————————— Fair warning to all: There is absolutely wife and mother stealing in this story. I love netori and it will be prevalent (not the only types of relationships but they will be abundant) I may or may not introduce bimbofication at some point in the story I don’t know. Depends on if it will fit the tone. ————————— Kanan is BLACK if there is anything about that that rubs you the wrong way or throws you off, you are free to leave and read something else. I am Black as well, now some of my kin folk won’t like this but I do love the cliche of gangster takes the housewife so going to be making that happen in some form as well. Just wanted to let this be known so in the future if anybody does fan art they are well aware Kanan is a BLACK MAN with long dreadlocks don’t draw him as anything else. ————————— Major shoutout to my inspirations for this story: Profane Prince of Darkness and Hero Party Must Fall‼️

Plxto · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
5 Chs

The Jealous God

"Kanan! First of his name, soon to be last! For the crime of mass heresy, embezzlement, identity fraud, conspiracy against multiple continents, and many more unspeakable crimes against not only this crown but all of humanity. You are hereby sentenced to death by beheading!" The judge clothed in black robes announced from her seat high above those who sat within the coliseum. Her isolated section separating her from the masses as she glared at the sentenced who knelt on the wooden platform within the coliseums center.

Kanan chuckled like a madman as he tossed his head backwards hardly stopping himself from rolling laughing. "You care nothing for those crimes Laina Von! None of you do!" He spat as his eyes scanned all of those cheering for his death. A commonality was obvious amongst all of them. 

All the spectators were women!

Kanan managed to reel in his laughter as he stood, his head and hands stuffed into shackles held together by steel poles. His body stripped of all clothing and his manhood bare for all to gaze at. "You, all of you, mean to end me because I refuse you my cock any longer! Go ahead, announce to the world the real reason I am here today!" His face remaining as amused as a child even in this situation caused the anger in the crowd to rise, but also for their hearts to flutter.

After all, it is that smile that entangled them all to this man. Their eyes soon shifted downwards to the vital weapon of his that injected his venom into all of them. His rod no longer hang below his thigh but instead now stood aimed at the heavens.

"Silence convict!" Laina replied, her face showing obvious grimace and tears threatening to spill.

"I refuse! All of you, immoral wives, occult addicts, politicians, lonely widows, even those of you who are mere civilians. Could not resist the heaven my rod brought. A simple taste turned all of you who believe yourselves to upstanding citizens into lustful sinners. I forced none of you into where you were, yet here I stand! If you wish to kill me then you damn well say the real reason! Do so or I swear I will run my rod through the heavens, conquer their goddesses, and—"

Without warning lightning blitzed the center of the coliseum where Kanan stood vaporizing him within an instant and leaving the crowd shocked. Panic ran rampant as they all rushed to escape. As they ran some of the crowd one last time, screamed the name who would go on to be dubbed the greatest sinner to ever walk. Their tears beginning the river that would carry his legacy.

In an unknown space filled with as many stars as a field had blades of grass there floated a giant. Clad in stone and gold the giant looked as if he was a warrior god leagues taller than the highest mountains. His eyes from high above looked below him towards the body of Kanan who was frozen in his rant. The giant waved his hand causing Kanan to move once more.

"— ravage this world for all of its…" Kanan looked around befuddled. 

My hands aren't bound? Where is everyone? Am I dead already, could they truly not wait for me to at least say my last words?!? He pondered.

"You are dead indeed, Kanan. This current form only houses your soul, and it shall know suffering." The giant spoke forcing Kanan's form to tremble. 

Quickly he turned to face the giant. How did I not notice him? He wondered as his mind began to race.

"Wait, you said I will know suffering. Don't tell me I poked the holy mother of some god or something." Kanan complained. There was a time he believed he came close, but circumstances prevented it as a dangerous ex of his was on the hunt. 

The giant cracked a smile before he spoke, "Funny, almost makes me want to reconsider what I am going to do to you. If only you did not threaten the wife of a primordial like myself. You might have had the opportunity to run rampant in the underworlds with mortals of your ilk. Instead, you shall live in torment until reality ceases to exist. Begone, to the Eternal Void of Desecration. A place even gods fear." The giant said as he waved his hand once again.

With no explanation, elaboration, or understanding, Kanan was sent flying. The stars in the distance becoming blurs in his vision as he contemplated what he could have possibly done to offend a god. 

Well, I have sworn many false promises on the name of gods before. But he claimed I threatened his wife, during my speech? A jealous god then, how funny. Kanan concluded as he allowed the reality of the situation to wash over him. In such an insurmountable situation he thought he might as well go out in the most sacrilegious disrespectful way possible if it took a jealous god to finally finish him.

"Fear not jealous god, I will fulfill my promise and let your wife taste true heaven! Just for you, my rod shall upturn the heavens!" Kanan shouted. He meant none of it, his habit of compulsive lying taking over when backed against a wall. But this time it was not for his benefit for he felt there truly was no escape. He figured that he might as well ruffle at least a single finger on his way out even if only a little.

His outburst and route to his destination caught the attention of another though, in a dark corner of space. 

"To the void huh? It has been many millennia since something was sentenced to that place. You seek to upturn the heavens human? Let us see if you will grasp a rope when seeing one." The voice said. Its figure began to move like a serpent through the stars, soon to intercept a man who would alter its destiny.

As Kanan traveled unable to even turn his body he began to ponder what to do with his time in the void, and what it even does to make gods fearful of it. 

Perhaps it… No that is dumb, do gods even have souls? Maybe it… No that makes no sense either, I cannot imagine gods would fear being tickled for eternity. He thought as he rubbed his chin. "Though I cannot imagine it would be fun either. The wife of that warlord was into such a thing. What was her name again? She grew boring after a while."

From the void Kanan heard a feminine voice chuckle, "You are as entertaining as he said. I wonder if your talent in jokes translates to anything else." It said.

"Who is there? Are you the wife of that god from earlier? Come to experience heaven already? I didn't expect my talents to infect the heavens so fast but I will accompany you as long as you are pretty enough. Maybe even if you are ugly depending on how hard it would make that god cry." Kanan laughed boisterously after he spoke. Unexpectedly as if his movement earlier was a lie his body froze once again, floating within the unknown space.

"Our names are not able to be pronounced in mortal tongues, but you are entertaining so I will ask you. I am the primordial goddess of Chaos, what name do you think would befit me?" The voice said as a smoking figure appeared before Kanan. The body of a woman as dark as the night sky emerged from the plume but no human elements were on her aside from her silhouette. The silhouette contained within it what looked to be stars exploding at random as red energy pulsed throughout her.

Kanan took moments to contemplate as he searched through his mind for a befitting name. Soon after he snapped his fingers and spoke with a gleeful smile, "Ah! You remind me of a character from this movie I loved as a child. Though she was slightly more seductive. How about I combine names with two characters I know of. Cercis, yes Cercis sounds unique enough." He nodded his head proudly.

"Very well then, call me Cercis. Kanan, where you are heading now is a place even primordials like myself fear. In it your soul will be torn to shreds a thousand times every moment as you are placed back together while being infected with every curse ever wished. Would you like to avoid such a place?" Cercis spoke. Her voice was that of a teasing woman but Kanan did not mind it as all women were his type.

"What do you propose?" Kanan asked, hope finding its way into his soul as he looked at a terrifying smile form on Cercis's false body.

She reached her hand out causing Kanan to feel the heat of exploding stars approach him but for some reason it did not hurt.

"How about you become my vassal? Upturn the heavens alongside me, I'll even help you use your beloved rod to do it."

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