A Demigoddess

A Demigoddess

The room was twilight dim, lit by a constellation of floating crystal spheres. Beautiful glowing creatures danced amongst them. Three tiers of mezzanines circled the open space filled with lights. Above the one I stood on spread rows of bookshelves filled with glowing books and scrolls, and on the one below a kitchen where floating gold utensils were cooking an impossibly luxurious meal.

Around me, on the center terrace, were all manner of magical gadgets and trinkets. As I looked at them, I could see golden text appear in my vision, and auras of all colors grow around them, telling me the properties, designs, and history of each object.

Windows opened into fantastical landscapes—arctic mountains, cavernous expanses of molten rock, and jungles with trees growing on trees which again grew on trees.

In the corner, a golden guitar and violin plucked at their own strings, filling the room—the entire house with a pleasant melody.

My heart leapt with wonder.

I really did get reincarnated!

Similar runes floated in the mirror above her head, with information.

“I’m Ion, a demi-god of knowledge and magic. Servant of the Seven Star Celestial.”

The demi-goddess’ pretty lips parted as I stared at her, dumbfounded.

Foreign knowledge licked at the edges of my consciousness, filling me with details of my powers, of this world. My divine ability, Eye of Truth, could deduce the innate workings of anything I gazed upon. Furthermore, my body was absolutely superhuman, and as long as I could imagine a spell, I could draw on my divine power to make it reality. I could remake nations, destroy cosmic beasts the size of moons, even create new life. And this place, this was my home, my little pocket universe, my sanctum. I had a collection of artifacts of unimaginable power, some of them mighty enough to threaten gods the level of Seven Star Celestial.

The only obligation I had was to perform a certain divination spell every thousand years, write a library worth of reports, and send the findings to my so-called ‘master’.

It was a power fantasy come true.

“Where’s my sex slave fantasy?” I felt slightly betrayed.