chapter 302

chapter 302

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Chapter 302:

– Lady Death –

‘All things come to an end,’ Lady Death thought to herself as she stepped onto the Dark Elf mothership. Their entire race had sealed their own fate, and now they had no one to blame but themselves. It was a fitting conclusion to their arrogance.

She didn’t bother walking through the corridors like a mortal. Instead, she phased effortlessly through multiple floors until she found Layla. Her champion was seated on a large black and red throne at the heart of the ship. If a human had designed this ship, they would probably describe its interior as incredibly edgy. The Dark Elves certainly had a flair for dramatic aesthetics.

Layla sat with a strange katana resting across her lap, her fingers running along the flat side of the blade. Her expression was thoughtful but tinged with frustration as she examined the weapon.

“Something wrong, my champion?” Lady Death asked, tilting her head slightly.

Layla looked up, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “I was just killing time, going through my inventory, and I pulled this out.” She gestured to the katana. “It’s my Asauchi, but something feels... off.”

“May I?” Lady Death extended her hand. Layla nodded and handed over the blade without hesitation.

Lady Death inspected the weapon carefully. It was a fascinating creation, clearly the product of another universe, one skirting the edges of what Layla might call the Marvel Multiverse. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but Lady Death’s attention was drawn to something deeper. She could sense the budding artificial soul within the blade, weak and sickly, as though it were struggling to survive.

“This weapon has a tiny soul,” Lady Death said after a moment. “But it’s very sick, my champion. I imagine it began forming from you, but something disrupted the process in the early stages.”

Layla sighed, leaning back on the throne she'd just claimed. “That makes sense. It probably started forming from our connection two years ago, but then I disappeared. I couldn’t exactly keep working with it. Not my fault, but still...”

“Is there a way to fix it?” Layla asked, sitting up a little straighter.

Lady Death shrugged—a gesture she had only recently adopted from mortals. “I can show you the Universe where its creator resides. I suspect he’ll know how to fix it. This weapon could be invaluable during your trial with the Phoenix Force, should you choose to pursue the Life Stone.”

Layla groaned. “I’ll probably have to do that soon, huh? I’ll give it a couple of days. Earth’s a disaster right now, and I don’t want to leave until things calm down...” Her eyes flickered down.

Lady Death frowned slightly. She didn’t enjoy seeing sadness in Layla’s brilliant purple eyes. Without a word, she moved to sit beside her champion. The throne was large enough for both of them, and she draped an arm around Layla’s shoulders, pulling her close.

Layla sighed and leaned into the comforting embrace, resting her head on Lady Death’s shoulder. “This is nice,” she murmured. “We don’t spend enough time together. I know I have that problem with a lot of my mates.”

“We will in the future,” Lady Death replied softly, her fingers drawing soothing circles on Layla’s back. She took a strand of Layla’s long black hair and brought it to her nose, inhaling its perfect scent. “You are all still so young, even by immortal standards. You are busy now, but it won’t always be like this.”

Layla chuckled lightly. “Are you saying we’ll all eventually get lazy and just stay in the house all day having sex with each other?”

Lady Death allowed herself a small smile. “Does that sound so bad, my champion?”

“Not at all,” Layla said, grinning.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Lady Death leaned in, capturing Layla’s lips in a gentle kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and Lady Death savored the sensation. The kiss deepened slowly.

Lady Death moved her hand down, her fingers brushing against Layla’s thigh, tracing gentle patterns. The touch earned her a quiet hum of approval against her lips.

Layla pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, her smile turning playful. “Are you taking advantage of me while I’m feeling down, Lady Death?”

“Yes,” Lady Death admitted without hesitation. “Is it working?”

“Damn right it is,” Layla said, leaning in again, this time with more urgency. Their lips met once more, and this time, the kiss was filled with passion. Layla’s hand settled on Lady Death’s chest, her touch firm but tender, as the moment between them deepened.

Lady Death moaned softly, letting herself melt into the embrace, savoring every sensation as Layla’s tongue brushed against hers.

Finally, Lady Death threw her head back and let out a loud, uninhibited wail as her own powerful orgasm washed over her in intense waves of euphoria. Her velvety pussy walls clamped down rhythmically around Layla's spurting cock, milking out every last drop of her champion's seed.

For a long moment, the two women stayed like that - Lady Death impaled on Layla's shaft, both lost in the throes of climax. Finally, Lady Death collapsed forward onto Layla's heaving chest, her huge tits squishing against her lover's. They lay there in a sweaty, satisfied heap, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking...

– Layla –

At this point, I seriously doubted the people of Earth would even care if I kept my new spaceship hovering over New York. With everything that had happened lately, a giant ship in synchronous orbit barely even registered as a big deal. Honestly, I just wanted to keep an eye on it so no one would steal it again.

The thought of my last ship made me frown. My dog—my dog—had hijacked it. How he’d managed that, I still didn’t know, but he was a very bad boy, and he was absolutely getting punished when I tracked him down.

Lady Death interrupted my thoughts by pulling me in for one last kiss. Her lips were soft against mine, her hand lingering on my cheek for a moment before she stepped back. “Until next time, my champion,” she said, her black eyes locked on mine.

“Until next time,” I said, watching as she faded into nothingness, returning to her realm. I let out a long sigh and opened a portal, stepping back into my penthouse.

The moment I walked in, I noticed the stillness. For the first time in a long while, the place was completely empty. The quiet was almost unsettling. I closed the portal behind me and looked around.

Most of my mates were probably scattered across the now much larger New York, helping people where they could. The city was still a mess. The other New York that had merged with us was still reeling from the war against the devils, and rebuilding wasn’t going to happen overnight.

As for my devil mates, Rias and Sona had gone to Asgard to be with our kids. I didn’t blame them. Half the Earth wasn’t going to be happy with devils for a long time, and they didn’t need to be here to deal with that mess. Naturally, Serafall went with them.

That left me alone.

[Are you lonely?]

“A little bit,” I admitted, plopping down on the couch. I grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it against my chest. The silence was weird. I wasn’t used to it anymore.

[Don’t worry I’m sure some supervillain out there is plotting to kill you. You won’t be lonely for too long.]

“Haha,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. “Thanks for that.”

I laid out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. The quiet wouldn’t last, and I knew it. For now, though, I’d take the peace, even if it felt strange...

– Fury –

“This is an absolute clusterfuck...” Fury said to Agent Coulson as they looked over half a dozen monitors. The devastation the world had just gone through was unprecedented. Over a billion people confirmed dead...entire countries and cities in absolute chaos as people from separate Earths have merged together. A second pentagon literally popped up next to the original and now the US had two separate governments trying to declare themselves the rightful government. On top of that, the other Earth that just merged with their own was full of a bunch of powerful supernatural beings. He hated that it was his job to start sorting all of this out...

“You can say that again, sir.” Agent Coulson let out a sigh. “I should have retired like Barton or Romanoff.”

“If you dare retire on me now, I'll kill you, bring you back to life, erase your memories and put you right back to work!” Fury threatened. He was only half kidding too. Project T.A.H.I.T.I fucking worked after all... Mostly. There were still a few minor kinks, but they were working on them.

Coulson gulped before nodding his head and saying he wasn't going anywhere.

“That's what I like to hear. Now what's our favorite Angelic Goddess been up to?” Fury asked.

“She's been running around the entire world, healing people all over. She's actually been spotted in multiple places at once at least a dozen times over,” Coulson said.

“That's good,” Fury said. “Her presence always has a calming effect on the masses.”

“Also she has a new giant spaceship...”

“...What!?”

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