3 Electricity & Conquest
Several days had passed since Apollo's departure, and the anticipation for Hercules' return grew like a dark storm on the horizon. The air in the chamber crackled with tension, an ominous precursor to the inevitable confrontation that loomed. As the deity of strength reentered the room, a twisted grin adorned his face, an unsettling contrast to the heavy atmosphere that clung to the walls.
During the possible last night with him time itself seemed to unravel, each second a lingering torment. Visions of my impending defeat and the dire consequences of failure played like haunting specters in the caverns of my mind.
The golden collar around my neck, an enchanted shackle of divine restraint, glimmered ominously in the dim light, casting eerie shadows that danced across the room. Hesitantly, I extended my hand toward the intricate runes etched onto the collar, my fingers tracing the delicate patterns. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, a tactile reminder of the formidable craftsmanship that bound me.
Unaware of my silent movements, Hercules sprawled on the bed, snoring with a carefree abandon. The collar, a silent witness to my every action, awaited the clandestine dance that would determine my fate. With a deep breath, I summoned the celestial bronze needle hidden beneath the bed, the makeshift key to my liberation.
The consequences of failure loomed like a shadow, a specter that threatened to engulf me. Every movement needed to be calculated, every action deliberate, for a single misstep could plunge me into deeper depths of suffering. As I cautiously approached Hercules, my heart pounded with the rhythmic beats of trepidation.
The celestial bronze needle punctured its mark with an almost anticlimactic ease. Hercules, oblivious in his slumber, remained undisturbed as I extracted a single drop of his golden blood. Swiftly, I anointed the collar with the sacrificial offering. A soft click resonated through the room as the enchanted metal yielded to the celestial essence, and the collar snapped open.
Adrenaline surged through my veins as I unraveled myself from the golden chains, my body yearning for freedom. As I stood on the precipice of liberation, I closed my eyes, feeling the dormant connection to my domains reawaken. Electrokinesis surged through me, wild and untamed, while the power of Conquest whispered promises of strength harvested from fallen foes.
Hercules, still lost in his oblivious slumber, remained a symbol of my captivity. The sight of his peaceful slumber seemed almost mocking, given the torment he had inflicted upon me. Divine electricity coursed through me, a visceral reminder my regained Godhood. A feral grin etched across my face as I embraced the renewed power, a force that would reshape the destiny that had been cruelly torn from me.
Through the ethereal connection that tethered me to my stolen divinity, I could clearly sense its presence emanating from the body lying beside me. The proximity between us became increasingly palpable, intensifying my resolve. With every fiber of my being, I willed for my stolen half to come home, to reunite with its rightful owner
As the deity of strength stirred from his dreams, a triumphant laughter erupted from the depths of my being. It echoed through the chamber, a symphony of regained power and vengeful resolve. Hercules, roused from his peaceful repose, was met with a spectacle of divine retribution.
His anguished screams, a discordant melody in the air, cut through the silence as my divinity surged back into me. The golden blood that once flowed exclusively in his veins now mingled with my own, a union of stolen power and rightful possession. Hercules, the once-mighty hero, now bore the scars of his punishment—cracks and blisters etched into his taut skin, weeping a mesmerizing golden blood. The air carried the acrid scent of burning flesh, interwoven with the unmistakable tang of ozone—a visceral testament to the divine clash.
As I reveled in the intoxicating rush of power, a metamorphosis began. Pristine white cloth draped my form, celestial bronze arm and leg guards gleamed on my limbs. My eyes, having held a dead look for years, ignited with a poisonous yellow-green brilliance. They crackled with flickering sparks, mirroring the volatile fury that now consumed me. I stood, an ethereal embodiment of retribution, a goddess reborn in the crucible of suffering.
The time for vengeance had come.
I would like to recount an epic tale, a symphony of divine clashes and heroic defiance, but in truth, I just started to pummel the cunt. Lightning crackled around me as electricity surged through my body like blood. With each punch, my divine lightning surged through me, reinforcing my body, amplifying my blows.
The ensuing battle was not the epic tale I wished to recount—a symphony of divine clashes and heroic defiance. Instead, it was a visceral, primal pummeling. Lightning crackled around me, an extension of my wrath. With each punch, my stolen divinity coursed through me, reinforcing my body, amplifying my blows.
"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" The litany of hatred punctuated each strike, a cathartic release of pent-up torment. Hercules, the once-mighty hero, bore the brunt of my rekindled fury.
With a thunderous bellow, he retaliated. A backhanded blow sent me hurtling through the air, colliding with a marble wall that shattered beneath the impact. The echoes of the collision reverberated through the chamber, a cacophony of divine fury.
"You think you've won? You think you can win against me? The greatest hero?" Hercules' taunts were met with a venomous retort. "You may have been the strongest hero, but here you are nothing but a lesser god. And after I'm finished, you'll be even less."
As the God of Strength lunged toward me, I harnessed the essence of electrokinesis. Transforming into a surge of electric current, I raced toward him with unparalleled speed. Each strike paralyzed his muscles, rendering him vulnerable to the relentless assault.
The intensity of my assault caught him off guard. Lightning speed allowed me to strike with precision, weaving around his retaliatory blows. Currents of poisonous yellow-green were dancing around him. Only every few seconds there was a visible after image of mine as Hercules stood tall, trying to go punch for punch only to hit nothing but air and sparks. Gathering all my electricity to the tips of my fingers, I concentrated the energy into a singular, destructive force. Launching myself toward him once more, my arm penetrated his chest, the energy exploded outward, pulverizing everything in its wake.
A cloud of dust and debris obscured our vision as I anxiously awaited the reveal of my triumph. Through the dissipating smoke, Hercules stood, his body sparking and smoking. Grim satisfaction washed over me as I beheld the aftermath of my attack—a gaping hole in his chest, missing more than two-thirds of his spine and heart.
Falling to my knees, I couldn't suppress the overwhelming surge of relief. However, a gasp escaped me as my Authority over Conquest activated, channeling Hercules' strength into me. The uncharted waters of god-killing left me unprepared for the sheer magnitude of power surging within me—a formidable addition to the might I had reclaimed.
Looking through the open wall, I witnessed the heavens break with a thunderous crack. Majestic golden lightning spread across the sky of Mt. Olympus—an ominous sign that my father, Zeus, had arrived.
The divine reckoning had just begun.
