Reporting Out

The storm had been weathered, it's been a few days after the world catastrophe. The dungeon, restless of the above world sent an untold amount of waves of monsters to the surface –something that had never seen in the last millennium since the creation of the Babel tower.

Only when the bow lay broken, once stood majestically above the high horizon as the divine arrows poised towards the untold number of people watching helplessly, the dungeon laid to rest. However the dungeon was only the beginning, as waves of waves explosion rang afar in the distance, the tremor was so mighty it can be felt amongst the defender that repelled each monster waves beneath the dungeon.

Many were restless at night, for the danger this time didn't truly come from the root of the evil that is the dungeon. Instead, it came from the afterglow of an Arcanum power that alerted every fairy and elves in the forests. A battle of epic proportions, between a mortal and a divine –something they can felt through each reverberation when their blade met.

The dungeon, in its righteous fury, unleashed far fiercer monster that it kept hidden in the deepest floor, and the juggernaut was deployed. Only when the sole lv 7 came to their aid that the casualties were minimized, the top 2 Familia worked together for the first time in 15 years the same combination they unleashed as when they drove out the old order of Zeus and Hera.

Only a few days later that the brave adventurer spoke of the horror, a goddess has been corrupted by a monster. The tale thereafter was deluded, mouth to mouth that it becomes unfounded rumor. Many info-broker tried to worm their way of the participants in the said epic battle. Only they met with the same answer, 'The heroes of old aided us, banded together that they're so mighty even banished the evil soul within the goddess'

Or so again, and again, the story passed through the mouth to mouth. Something that been a world topic, even more so for the residents of Orario.

Meanwhile, our resident hero?

"Ouch, right, no! A little bit left –yes, that's right. Ah!"

A pleasurable moan resounded throughout the small room, the bed squeaking under their weight. The hands grasped so tightly into the bedsheet, enduring the pleasure and heavenly feeling that trying to break through as the goddess rode him above. Her miracle hand started to work.

Crack.

"Ouch!"

"This is your own fault."

"Don't question Khajiit. After all those fights, there's a bound of fractured and dislocated bone here and the- snap- oW!"

Saving his pride, he muffled his pathetic mockery of a painful yelp to the pillow.

Such is the reward of the Dragonborn. A broken bone and spines. Even with all his repertoire of restoration magic, it's no better if you rely too much on it. Thankfully no knee was taken by Artemis arrows, god only knows what will happen.

Despite the Dragonborn dilemma, in the end, He lived and be able to spend his time again with the beloved mistress of death. Artemis was alive and well, in fact, she's enjoying her life as a mortal this time, and a little bit too much.

"Hey, Artemis the bed is right there, what you think you're doing, that's Bell spot."

Accused the loli-pai goddess, pointing towards Artemis who coyly lay herself atop the couch where the flustered rabbit often slept.

"I can understand it, Hestia, Bell smell is just intoxicating isn't it."

"This…! Don't smell it so casually! Do you know how many times I tried to resist the temptation!?"

"You're our goddess now Hestia, it is just right that as the same Familia member and new comrade of his that I share the same experience as him."

"You little…!"

Hestia already started to regret bringing her friend back, no it would be better if she instead to be let rest for millennia until her power came back. However, Hestia also fears for the mental drawback that bell could suffer from her death. Trapped in her mind, Hestia opened his eyes and done the only somewhat sane woman would do in her current situation. She jumped towards the Ex-goddess with the ferocity of a feral beast that wanted to protect its only source of meat.

"H-Hestia…!"

It is best to leave this part, only the mosaic of friendliness could allow the sheer perverseness that happened behind. Meanwhile, in other parts of the cities, a gathering was held in a certain mansion.

"Do you believe this, Riveria?"

"You mean about the current debacles of the corrupted goddess and the fight between the spirits of heroes?"

Finn nodded at the Alf remarks, they've dealt with various information brokers but they not even close to the truth.

Riveria fixed her glass, closing the book she held, the room was currently occupied by the executive member of the Loki Familia.

"There's no prove –no, in fact, I don't believe it at all. If there's a clash of spirit we elves should have felt it back then." Riveria frowned, and traced her chin, "Moreover the guild moves is quite suspicious pertaining to the regards of the witnesses… something in the scale of this should have been released to the public, but they have not."

"As hiding something, huh."

"A matter of the case of a corrupted goddess is something never seen before after all, I think it's normal to shelves these behind the closed door before the world could go panic," Gareth spoke, sitting beside the table with a giant mug of beer.

It was thanks to this rumor, that the mind of the Orario residents was occupied to something else, it helped them to ease themselves after the crisis about to befall them. And the implication of a corrupted goddess is something disturbing after all, what kind of force that even is able to corrupt a divine. They have encountered the corrupted fairy beneath the dungeon after their last expedition, and how they, the 2nd Top familia struggled against the aberration -just thinking what kind of divine firepower with their Arcanum shook them to their core.

"I fear this was orchestrated by someone from behind…"

"Evilus?"

Finn nodded at Gareth, it would be no strange that the organization will have something to do with the corruption of the goddess. In fact, they were hoping it was the same organization they all this time trying to crack which means more clues of their identity, goals, and whereabouts.

"Do you think Hermes would up to negotiation tables regarding the information, Loki?"

"Don't bother, I already talked to him, he even won't budge a little."

Waved the goddess lightly, lifting the beer mug as she sat across Gareth. Though she seems to have another idea in mind, "You better aim his children who witnesses the battle, they're far easier to sway."

"Then it's up to you Finn. To pursue or not."

Finn nodded, "I'll keep that in mind."

Though Finn was reassured that even they got find out of their attempt, there will be no real repercussions. Being the 2nd top-dog in the cities tend to do that, after all. Power makes might, power makes rules. Even with an intricate web that is Orario, it made up of far simple and primal law.

"In the meantime, I will go directly go to the site location, Lefiya and the Amazon sister will come to accompany me."

Riveria said, clutching the book to the side as she stood up towards the door. There's no argument left at the point, as they went towards their assigned role.

Even then, it's not only them. The Veil hidden behind Orario started to move, some were restless, some were just taking the opportunities, and some were curious –the incident is just far too big, and a mess that it stirred the cities like a beehive poked by children stick.

On a certain district, glimmering beneath the sky, hiding its darkness in plain sight. Echoed in its walls, corridors, and room full with the moan of ecstasy that never slept be it night or days. The pleasure district, the profit it produced so immense and gross that even the guild willing to take a blind eye over the abhorrence.

"That Ereshkigal –so annoying her damn buzz could be heard from here."

Cried the goddess, as she was surrounded by a plentitude of women and men drowned in the pleasure that nothing was left out of their eyes, just a mindless beast controlled by instincts over the sheer beauty and lust the goddess constantly projected.

Ishtar already heard that damnable sister of hers participated in the battle that has been talked in the city these days. Hearing her name over and over again, makes her can't stomach any longer. It was so repulsive she's willing to place any kind of bounty over her sister's head. But indeed, she can't just do that.

Ereshkigal is not alone this time, indeed the news is she had taken a knight under as her partner… so laughable she could die over the sheer amusement her sister brought by partnering with a feeble mortal. No, she has to break first –that was the only way a god could die. Break it, crush it. She might taste that little knight of hers.

It might be a good little distraction as she worked her final project before getting rid of that goddess.

"Aisha do what you will and bring that little knight to me."

"As you command Ishtar-sama."

Aisha patiently stood beside the debauchery, not affected by the waves of lust radiated, and promptly left the establishment to relay the order to the rest of the Familia. Thinking it would be another fetch-quest and whims of her goddess.

—Of course, whether they will survive the upcoming doom they will invite that is Dragonborn is up for another debate.

The dimension fracture is rather easy to slip by and to think I will get his signal in one try. Ups, enough with it.

Unit Accord out, and set to record yet another tale.