231 Relaxation, Strategizing, & Chaos

I was in my conventional human form and my shirt was ripped open. Sombra's hands had torn the thing to shreds so that she could have unfettered access to my chest. Her hands were gripping onto my shoulders, her fingers digging into my muscles. Her eyes were locked onto mine, never looking away as she continued to kiss me.

I utilized my powers over pleasure and lust to enflame desire in the demoness. Sombra moaned in animalistic desire and delight as my powers washed over her and I warmed my body in response to her kisses. For a moment she stopped kissing me, retracting her lips from my neck and gazing at me. As she coyly did that I sighed in annoyance. This made her smile and she lunged back at me, this time aiming kisses at my neck.

I wrapped my arms around the demoness and surrendered to her. Sombra continued to kiss my neck sending warm pleasure coursing throughout my body, and in response to that I lightly touched the loose shirt she wore. The thing went up in flames that didn't hurt her but did expose her sizable breasts. She giggled as her shirt was reduced to cinders.

She abruptly hugged me, her hardened nipples brushing up against my chest. The demoness was having the time of her life at this moment and it was almost a challenge for me not to lose myself in the pleasure she was providing me.

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While I was being pleasured by my pet demoness I was allowing my mind to analyze the world of Htrae. This planet was certainly the strangest one I had visited to date.

It was one of the only planets I had visited to date that had a handful of sapient species. Most of the worlds I had visited had twelve or more sapient species, whereas this world had humans and a handful of animals such as dolphins and whales as well as a handful of great apes on the world of Htrae that were also sapient species.

It was certainly not particularly special for humans to dominate a world I had seen. Even on Torus, the world I began my life on, humans were one of the dominant races. That said these humans, the Htraeans, were among the most technologically advanced humans, indeed one of the most technologically advanced civilizations regardless of race, I had met to date.

They possessed technology that harnessed nuclear energy, a few satelites, and were even capable of instantaneous, non-magical communication across the entire planet. What's more is that last one was even ordinary, not just something reserved for their elites! Their technology was certainly amazing and was one of the greatest features of their world.

Many of the planet's civilizations were democracies. And perhaps more importantly, with very few exceptions their most powerful nations were also democracies. Only a few truly noteworthy non-democratic societies dotted the lands of Htrae, and those were invariably totalitarian societies led by humans who had constructed what were essentially cults devoted to themselves that warped the beliefs of the humans in those particular societies.

The democratic institutions were easy enough to control, and also not particularly difficult to plunge into chaos. All it would really take, even without violence, was the simple conversion of a few key people into cultists of mine. After all the quest specifically stated that it had to be a cult of mine that plunged a community of at least 25,000 people into chaos.

"When I first came to this world I expressed interest in attempting to be a god of goodness. Perhaps it is time that I truly take that to heart." I mentally muttered, a smile on my face as I recalled that thought.

The only way that I was "good" wasn't even an expression of goodness, it was an expression of neutrality. I wasn't hostile to living creatures unless they were hostile to me. I also didn't relish causing pain but I did so without hesitation. If I was even remotely sincere in an attempt to be a god of goodness it would be a change and a challenge for me. One that could be quite fun. There were a few societies in this world that could use a hero, and a god of heroism.

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On the other side of the planet laid the most technologically advanced dictatorship in Htrae. It was a small country, perhaps a seventh of the size of New Sol, but its cities were dense and the total population of the nation numbed in the millions.

This nation was ruled by the great grandson of a long-dead dictator who had unified disparate families many generations ago and stoked hatred against their neighbors to the point that she was able to motiviate her allies into declaring independence from a larger empire that had once claimed lordship over the nation-to-be and earned a pyrrhic victory against it. Ever since then she and eventually her descendants had kept the "free" nation under their thumb, relying on the very hatred they had stoked and slowly warping the beliefs of their citizens until they believed that the dictatorial family were themselves superhumans.

People have been escaping from the nation for generations, and the world at large had some understanding of what the country was up too but it'd also prove a strategically difficult target for enemies of the state to go after, due to geography and the annoyingly state of it's military.

Due to the nature of that particular society... It'd actually prove to be quite an interesting and poetic target for a god of chaos and freedom. I gave it a bit of thought, and then mentally nodded. I had at last selected the nation I was going to free: the nation of Silverok.

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The first thing I did in my attempt to be a god of goodness and freedom was begin to assess the current state of the nation. Due to my immense sensory abilities this was not at all a difficult task for me to do.

As far as my strongest strengths went the area where I was the strongest was probably my ability to sense things. I had truly immense sensory range and could detect things going on in real-time occurring in other corners of the universe, due to domain-sense but even without domain-sense just relying on my other sensory powers I could detect things in real-time planets or even galaxies away with my power over stars.

By using my sensory powers I was able to detect events in real-time as they happened in Silverok. I could hear the sounds of men hard at work doing their state-mandated jobs, be they soldiers or farmers, and I could hear women doing jobs this planet's societies considered more "feminine" such as teaching and food-preservation. I could hear individual conversations Silverokians had amongst themselves as if they were right next to me.

Every single one of my senses was immense in its reach. The nation of Silverok was on the other side of the planet, yet I could hear every conversation the people of that country were having. My ability to detect things from this far away was actually pretty new, but it was still fairly immense. Until the point where I settled on freeing Silverok my mind had absorbed the information I was learning from the conversations Silverokians were having and then largely filtered the actual conversations to the back of my mind but now their voices were at the forefront of my thoughts.

Sombra's kisses continued to sensually assail my body but now I was focused. Now I had an objective in mind. I wanted to send off a strong message to the Silverokians who sought to rebel against the grim dictatorship that had fed upon their people for generations. And to do that I began to act in a number of rather fun ways.

The first thing I did was silently construct a new symbol. A scarlet triangle which would serve to inspire and invigorate those who sought to free others from bondage and injustice. This was my first ever chaotic-good symbol. This symbol would serve me in a number of ways but the first thing I did with it was flash it before the eyes of the men and women of Silverok I knew to be chaotic and good in alignment and who sought to free Silverok from its dictator.

Dozens of mortal men and women, chaotic and rebeliious heroes who had proven themselves in ways both big and small were momentarily frozen as their dreams were filled with an image of a scarlet triangle. In their eyes this symbol was enormous, and awe-inspiring. It was my symbol, for rebels such as themselves who would clash against tyrants and traditions. And it was frankly one that I had quite liked. It was simple.

The next thing I needed to do was perform a series of miracles while marking them with the same triangle the dreamers had seen. That said, as a god of life there was a perfect and undeniable miracle that I was always capable of performing: resurrections. And now I was capable of performing more true resurrections than ever.