Themyscira

Marcus slowly opened his eyes in a daze, his view still distorted and hazy as he shook his head to recalibrate his surroundings.

Blinking he looked around and he was lying on a marble floor in the middle of an exquisite luxurious room surrounded by the same heaven of thighs with a throne in front of him on which sat the woman he recognised earlier before he was knocked into unconsciousness.

"Geez, talk about being rude." he muttered as he tried to get up only to be kicked on his knees making him kneel.

This however served only to amuse Marcus as he looked upon what would happen next.

Looking over at the woman Marcus observed for a few seconds before he spoke.

"So I assume that you are the Queen of this Island? Kingdom? What is it exactly?"

The Queen didn't reply or speak in any form as the courtroom ensured into a shroud of quietness making it awkward for Marcus.

"Well, is there a reason for this buildup only for you to smack me to sh*t cause I'm sure I don't mind appreciating all the beauties here. (and their juicy thighs.)"

"What is your purpose here and state your name as well, Son of Man." asked the Queen.

"Again as I said before my name is Marcus Dwight Astrea, Chairman and Owner of a Private Military Organisation I built for the sake of creating a safe haven for children by any mean possible. I was on a trip earlier when a few masked individuals who claimed to be the League of Assassins tried to kill me though I managed to escape and get lost wandering here. Whoa! How did I speak all that...."

In the end Marcus spoke realising how he was giving up all information about himself and questioned only to see them hinting with their eyes, he looked down and saw a glowing yellow rope tied to his ankle.

'Great! But thank god I could control myself on how much I spoke.'

"Is that an artefact?" asked Marcus with curiosity over his eyes as he started listing ideas.

"You know this could be revolutionary, it could help us identify criminal, corrupted or hidden dangerous people without risking the safety of the innocents(children)."

"That is great Son of man but unfortunate for you, this artefact is the property of Themyscira."

"So I am in a place called Themyscira. I read some legends about this place being a man-hating, hunting and raping island."

Unbeknownst to Marcus he was still tied to the rope and spoke what came to his mind only to realise at the end that he may have offended one of his future allies.

"Interesting, so the outer world has these misconceptions about us." said a woman beside the Queen.

"Oh Princess Diana, you don't know the half of it." chuckled Marcus.

"It's true we hate men, but we hunt them only if they prove a threat as for raping men, What's the use when we can be carved out of the holy sands of Themyscira blessed by the gods." further stated Daina.

"So that's the reason you are so beautiful as if carved by the gods themselves." said Marcus shamelessly to gain some browny points from her.

On the other hand, Diana though had a small smile on her face after listening to his comment.

"Son of man..." Hippolyta spoke but was stopped by Marcus midway as he asked to just call him by his given name.

"Very well, Marcus. Which pantheon of gods do you serve." she asked in a very serious and firm tone.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Marcus confused.

"Speak Marcus, What is your purpose for coming here!" she asked more firmly willing her command on the Lasso as it shined more brightly but all Marcus muttered was his apparent confusion over the matter.

"At least tell me why you think I am a follower of a pantheon." Marcus asked huffing due to the stress exerted by the Lasso on his spirit.

"Do you think of me a fool, the aura you exude is clearly of a Divine blessing bestowed on you but I can't figure out whose Champion you are."

This caught Marcus off-guard as this was the first time someone was able to identify the divine blessings he had bestowed upon himself.

'Well, she is a divine being although fallen but still divine so her recognizing a blessing shouldn't be strange.'

"Ah yes, You completely lost me there. What's a Champion?" he asked back.

"God's champions are men of prayer; they are men of the word; they are men who listen to the Holy Spirit and fall in line with his command. They are men who stand by the strength of God. Such can take on the Goliaths of this age in battle." she replied with a passion "They are men who deserve the respect they ought to have."

"Then why such treatment for me?"

"Because a Champion of God of one pantheon is most likely to be against other pantheon and their followers and you for sure are not part of the Greek pantheon."

"Hmm, then you don't need to be hostile with me as I don't remember being part of any pantheon of god rather it's most likely my own pantheon if my empire in Man's world is to be counted."

"Impossible!" she spoke standing from her throne as she approached Marcus touching him and slightly frowning when suddenly she jerked and her eyes turned black with black miasma oozing out.

"You are an interesting mortal!" came a distorted voice "Oh how curious! How you gained these divinities." she muttered kneeling in front of him looking in his eyes.

"Who knows, you tell me but you didn't tell me who you are?"

"Oh my~ Sorry for that. I am the goddess of the night, one of the primordial gods who emerged at the dawn of creation, Nyx."