The Milk Sea sparkled under the celestial lights as if the heavens themselves had conspired to make this day extraordinary.
A grand path, lined with gods of every race, stretched from the edge of the sea to the central platform where the War God stood.
The path was flanked by two rows of towering divine beings—some with golden halos, others with shimmering scales, feathers, or flames encircling their forms. Their auras radiated power and elegance, creating an atmosphere charged with reverence and anticipation.
As Kent made an appearance, several auspicious things happened.
Above the gathering, soft rain composed of ethereal flower petals descended. Each petal bore the blessings of the celestial plane, glowing faintly as they gently floated down, vanishing upon touching the divine beings or the shimmering surface of the Milk Sea.
A symphony of divine music played in the background, orchestrated by celestial musicians perched on floating platforms. The melody resonated deeply, soothing the hearts of all present while heightening their anticipation.
The gods stood in silence, their gazes fixed on a single figure making his way forward—Kent.
Kent walked the divine path with a stoic face, his steps unhurried and his gaze unwavering. Dressed in his simple attire, untouched by grandeur, he seemed out of place among the opulence of the gods.
Yet, his presence commanded respect, and none dared to whisper in his presence. The baby dragon Sparky clung to his shoulder, its little head swiveling curiously as it took in the majestic surroundings.
As Kent approached the central circular platform, the War God stood waiting with open arms and a wide, cheerful smile. The platform, crafted from celestial marble, glowed faintly with intricate carvings that symbolized the harmony of nature, the heavens, and mortal realms.
Surrounding the central platform was a crescent-shaped stage, meticulously designed to accommodate the 33 demigods of the Spirit World. Like petals in a velvet flower, the crescent platform cascaded in levels, each representing the rank and status of the demigods.
The gathering held its collective breath as Kent ascended the platform, his face betraying no emotion. He stopped before the War God, who greeted him warmly.
“Kent!” the War God boomed, his voice reverberating across the Milk Sea. “Today, we honor your achievements and welcome you to the legion of gods. This is a momentous occasion for the Spirit World!”
Loud roar followed with loud clapping noise.
The War God raised his arms, his golden armor gleaming under the divine lights. “Demi-gods of the Spirit World,” he commanded, “take your positions on the crescent platform! Let your wills flow into the channels of nature, and let us witness the birth of a new god!”
One by one, the 33 demi-gods stepped onto the crescent shaped platform, their movements fluid and graceful. Each took their designated position, their energies connecting to the intricate carvings beneath their feet. As their collective will flowed into the platform, a soft golden glow began to emanate, rising toward the central throne.
The crowd watched in awe, their eyes reflecting the glow of divine energy.
The wives and daughters of the gods stood silently among the gathering, though their gazes betrayed a mix of curiosity and unease. Many were unsure about Kent’s ascension, and whispers of doubt rippled through the assembly.
The War God turned to Kent, gesturing toward the central throne. “Kent, the time has come. Sit upon the throne and receive your Godhood. Embrace your destiny as the Pleasure God!”
But Kent shook his head, his voice cutting through the silence. “You are forgetting your promise, War God. I am not the first to take this seat.”
A wave of confusion spread across the gathering. Whispers erupted among the gods and spirits, their voices carrying disbelief.
“What does he mean?”
“Who else could it be?”
“Why would he refuse such an honor?”
The War God’s smile faltered. “Kent, what are you saying? This is your moment.”
Kent took a step forward, his gaze sweeping across the assembly. “There is someone else who must take this throne before me,” he said, his voice steady and resolute.
“Radiant goddess of passion and grace, Whose charm transcends both time and space.
From exile’s shadows, rise once more, Your presence, a gift I cherished. Bearer of beauty, You’ve walked with me, near and far. I summon you now, with reverence and pride. To claim the throne which is rightfully yours.
Oh Lust Goddess, the time has come to keep my promise.”
Kent announced loudly with a prideful look.
Gasps filled the air, followed by stunned silence. The name of the Lust Goddess had not been spoken openly in the Spirit World for centuries, and her banishment was a tale of shame and legend.
Before anyone could react, a golden mist began to form at the center of the platform. The mist swirled and coalesced, growing brighter with each passing second.
From the mist emerged a figure of unparalleled beauty and grace. The Lust Goddess soul, radiant and ethereal, stood before them. Her golden hair flowed like liquid light, and her eyes shimmered with a divine allure that seemed to draw in all who looked at her.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
“Impossible!” an elven goddess exclaimed, clutching her chest.
“She was banished from this world!” a beast god roared, his mane bristling with shock.
“How dare she return to the Spirit World?” a voice shouted from the back.
The Lust Goddess stood tall, her expression calm and unwavering as she faced the sea of astonished faces. Her presence exuded both power and serenity, silencing even the loudest objections.
The War God sighed heavily, his expression one of reluctant acceptance. “So be it,” he said, gesturing toward the throne. “Goddess of Lust, take your place. The Spirit World recognizes your return.”
The Lust Goddess floated gracefully to the throne, her every movement captivating. But just as she was about to sit, a sudden commotion erupted.
A group of women, led by Lady Sarvina, the wife of the Space God, surged forward. They carried banners and chanted slogans that echoed across the gathering.
“We will not allow the Lust Goddess to return!”
“Her presence will corrupt the Spirit World!”
“Down with the Lust Goddess!”
The crowd parted reluctantly, allowing the women to approach the central platform. Their faces were set in determination, their voices growing louder with each step.
Lady Sarvina stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the War-God.
“Stop this now!”