The temple’s heartbeat pounded in my ears, a furious drumbeat echoing the rage coursing through my cracked, bleeding body. I’d sprinted outside like a madwoman, completely forgetting I could teleport, the urgency of the situation frying my brain. My lungs burned, my skin fractured further with every step, golden light seeping from the fissures, but I didn’t care.

“Herma, repeat!” I croaked, my voice raw, barely cutting through the haze of exhaustion and lingering cum-drunk euphoria.

[An Unknown Existence is Attempting to Breach Your Domain.]

[Estimated Rift Completion: 30 seconds.]

[The Divine Protective Barrier is at Risk. Intervention Required.]

“Fucking hell!” I snarled, my blood boiling as adrenaline surged, shoving back the bone-deep fatigue. “Who’s the limp-dick cosmic bitch trying to fuck my shit up? And what kind of dickhead doesn’t know how to use a goddamn doorbell? What the fuck is wrong with these people? Can a mother not catch a break?”

Just minutes ago, I’d been lost in the divine afterglow of Luna’s ascension, our bodies intertwined, her newly forged demi-goddess form glowing with my essence. It was perfect—sacred, intimate, ours. And now this? Some uninvited asshole tearing a hole in my domain?

“Fucking unbelievable!” I roared, my voice shaking with a mix of fury and panic. My temple, my land, my sanctuary—they were mine, built with blood, cum, and sheer will. No one was going to violate them, not while I still had breath in my shattered body.

“HOW LONG?!” I roared, my voice resonating with the sheer rage and indignation.

Ding!

[Twenty seconds]

“!!!” The moment I stepped outside my temple the view made me freeze and gasp in shock.

There it was.

A rupture across the heavens. A yawning horizontal gash, bleeding lightless color—a slit of void scab that pulsed and rippled as if the sky itself had grown flesh and been torn open. It was wrong. It bent the laws of shape and sanity, distorting clouds around it into loops and knots, like reality was trying to stitch itself shut and failing miserably.

I skidded to a halt on the temple steps, breath heaving, hair wild and clinging to my sweat-slick face, legs burning from the sprint. My tits jiggled like rebellious juggernauts with every ragged breath, nipples still stiff from our ritual—still leaking faint wisps of milk. My cocks throbbed spitefully with post-orgasmic ache, twitching at the absurdity of it all.

And I had no time for any of it.

“Mom!” Luna’s voice cut through my shock, her footsteps rushing up behind me. Her demi-goddess aura radiated heat, her scarlet eyes blazing as she took in the rift. Her raven-black hair whipped in the sudden, unnatural wind, her fluffy tail flicking with agitation. “What is that?”

“No clue,” I growled, my eyes narrowing as I forced my trembling legs to steady. “But it’s not welcome, and it’s about to get a divine ass-kicking.”

In a matter of two seconds, I gulped down five great mana potions and three health ones to at least recover my physical condition. This cosmic rift shit came at a bad time, since my body was still exhausted, and with low divine energy, but it was better than nothing.

“MOTHER/MORGANA!”

I heard voices calling me from below, Celeste, Ember, Rhea, and the other girls who came along. They were at the clearing in the middle of my land, looking up in shock, terror, and fear.

Ding!

[Ten seconds!]

I ignored them, focusing only on the task at hand. With so little time and barely functional hands, I took the form of the primordial demon, my body growing massive, wings sprouting, and horns forming. But that came at the cost of my wounds growing worse.

“I will stop it!”

I flapped my massive wings, rising up, flying toward the rupture, which was now almost as wide as the land itself, and I could feel the coldness seeping from it. However I noticed one strange thing.

This rift had opened from the inside of Lilith’s protective barrier and the outside of my breeding barrier—the one the system placed when I was reborn here.

‘Is Lilith’s barrier not strong enough? Or… was this done from the inside?…’

[Nine…]

I gritted my teeth, pushing away the thought and the implications.

[Eight…]

I flew fast, pushing myself, using the little energy I had. I could feel the blood drip down from my eyes and nose.

‘No! There’s no time! I have to stop this!’

[Seven…]

With a surge of will, I extended my right arm toward the rupture, channeling my blood magic to create a massive 50 or so feet longbow.

The bow took form instantly in my clawed hand, a monstrous thing woven from coagulated divine blood, raw agony, and pure, unfiltered rage. It throbbed like an organ pulled from a still-beating chest, the sinew of the string gleaming red-black as it vibrated with my fury. Each breath I took seared my lungs, each wingbeat a scream from my tortured muscles, but I held on, high above the temple, hovering in the maelstrom of distorted winds.

I drew the string back with my other arm—already half-shattered, cracking deeper under the pressure. The power building within the bow was not subtle. It wasn’t a neatly carved spell or an elegant sigil. No. This was primal magic, a scream of hate and defiance poured into shape. The blood I drew upon wasn’t just mine—it was ancestral, stolen, cursed, sacred. A dark collection from my soul as the Goddess of Blood and WAR!

[Six…]

RUMBLE!

The sky itself trembled as I poured it into one arrow.

A single spear of wrath.

[Five…]

Crack! Crack!

The air cracked.

It wasn’t thunder—it was resistance. Reality shuddering beneath the impossible pressure of the blood arrow I held nocked against the bowstring of my wrath. That single shaft of vengeance—no, not even that, this wasn’t a projectile, it was an execution. A concept. A damnation.

A fucking 50-inch pointy dick in the ass!

The moment I let go of this string, it would fly with one purpose: annihilate.

[Four…]

I drew.

My fingers dug deep into the back of the arrow, splintering skin down to muscle as I pulled it farther than was sane than was allowed. My arm burned, gold and red splitting my bones. I felt tendons snap, heal, and snap again. A scream built in my chest but I choked it down. I didn’t need to scream.

The sky would do that for me.

[Three…]

Below, the world shrunk. My people. My family. My bloodline. Watched with horror, mouths agape, eyes wide. Even my lovers were frozen, trembling. They could feel it. They knew. The whole world knew.

Something was about to die. And it’s not gonna be me.

The rift began to pulse now—not just glow. It breathed, sucking in air, space, memory. The trees below bent toward it, wind dragging upward in a scream. Even the clouds twisted like terrified sheep being herded into oblivion.

A single crack tore open in the middle of the rupture—and then another, and another, the lightless color breaking into shards. I caught a glimpse through the splintering: an infinite void, endless, empty, save for a single, massive eye—black as death, and cold. Colder than anything had the right to be.

And then the eye looked at me.

No. It didn’t look. It saw.

The moment its gaze locked on mine, my blood ran cold. But strangely enough, I didn’t feel hostility from it. In fact, I was certain that the Eye was shocked to see me, or someone like me.

[Two…]

[What are you waiting for, Morgana?] Herma’s voice echoes in my mind, shaking me from the staring contest. [You must fire the arrow. It’s the only way to close the rift or risk exposing your existence to every god in this world.]

She was right. Hostile or not. I don’t care, this was a threat, a dangerous one. And it was my job to protect the ones I loved, even if I had to kill the whole fucking universe.

[One…]

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing only on the singular, most important moment, the split second that would change everything. The wind died. The earth fell silent. Time stood still, awaiting my decree.

At that moment, everything was possible. Why?

BECAUSE I COMMANDED IT SO!

I am the blood and the blade. The night, and the war. I am the breeder, the mother, the lover, and the goddess. I am the end and the beginning.

And I said in my holy name!

“FUCK OFF YOU COCKSUCKER!”

The arrow loosed. A single spear of vengeance.

Of wrath.

Of blood.

There was no sound. Just absence. A silence so profound it screamed inside one’s soul.

The projectile didn’t fly—it disappeared forward, warping space with its passage, leaving behind a vacuum trail where air simply refused to exist. The air collapsed inward, trying to fill the wound left behind.

Then it hit the rift.

BOOOOOM!!!.

Everything turned red.

Red like rage. Red like heartbreak. Red like the blood I bled, the blood they’d take. 

The void howled as it struck, an agonized roar from the dying monster. The rift itself twisted inwardly because of my arrow like a piece of cloth being pulled inside out. And a moment later the rupture vanished with another loud boom, closing the void and cutting the connection to the eye.

It was over.

The rift was closed and the threat was gone, and I was falling from the skies with no arms, legs, or wings, broken, shattered like glass, bleeding profusely.

“Don’t you ever fuck with me”

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In a place that was darker than black, a creature with no real form sat on a small chair on the right side of a massive throne.

“I-impossible!” the creature gasped, its form rippling, showing an image of a woman with purple skin and black eyes. The woman slowly raised her shadowy hand, her fingers brushing against the red arrow that was stuck in the center of her forehead, more specifically the middle of her third eye, which was now completely blinded.

“M-My….”

Yet the woman didn’t look angry. Or even in pain. In fact, the more she sensed the arrow, the wider the smirk on her face got.

“My Queen!”

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