Thousand Year Sword: Part 9.10: Master of Time

    Elsewhere, and…maybe at the same time, given both locations exist in distorted time it’s not easy to say, so it’s better not to try, Lukatara is standing inside the large round amphitheater of the time chamber with Shahara behind him, and the passage closing behind them both. Orbs float about the ceiling providing light and he can see a small modest area in the side with various mats in it.

 

   “Monks used to train here,” says Shahara, “the Monks of the time temple,”

 

   “Okay,” says Lukatata, “so, what do we do first?”

 

  Silently Shahara leaps and wraps her arms around him and says, “well first we get naked, then I was thinking I’d blow you, and the perhaps turn into a giant cat and fuck your brains out,”

 

   “Oh,” says Lukatatara, “wait…what?”

 

   Shahara changes form, her cloths, what little leather armor she was wearing that is, vanishing as if smeared and then erased into the wind. Her arms around him become white tiger paws and pushes him to the floor. Her size increases over him, big…far too big. He can see a massive red and barbed penis the size of his arm. He backs out and stands, for a moment staring at the stately creature before him, a giant white and black striped tiger with feather tufts on its shoulders, the tail has a feathery tuft at the end too.

 

   “No,” says Lukatara, “no way…” he backs away arms up, “sorry, there is just no way I could…you…you’re…too big…and…”

 

   “Perhaps you are right,” says the tiger in her voice, its mouth barely moving as if she were inside its stomach speaking out, the thought makes him shudder.

 

  The tiger shrinks, it still looks huge, but at least not the size of a horse, he’d say it she stood up now she’d be two heads taller than he is rather than towering over him. Something else changes the tiger head becomes human, the neck roughly so as the body thins up human breasts also appear, Shahara’s head and chest on a tiger’s body. Fast as lightning she leaps into the air and grabs up Lukatara, as they roll on the floor his scabbard and item pouch slide off and magically, or via precise timing by Shahara, make their way to the doorway of the sleeping chamber.

 

  She holds him a moment in her strong tiger arms against her semi-soft breasts before rolling over and standing over him. Her breasts retain their shape in defiance of gravity, the sight reminding Lukatara of when Lohln was standing over him, even their faces are kind of similar, his memory of Shahara referring to Lohln as her “sister” comes back to him but is interrupt by a pressing matter, namely Shahara’s large red and barbed penis pressing against his pants. She is rubbing it on him as though marking him as hers.

 

   He backs out so frantically that is confuses Shahara, after all she’s already fucked him twice, once in her temple, and again in his home.

 

  “B…barbs…” he says.

 

 “typical of some felines,” says Shahara, “stimulating,”

 

 She sits there like a regal statue, a spear sticking out of her crotch practically demanding he come to it. The Barbs however are fairly large and sharp.

 

  Lukatara by reflex puts his hands over his ass, “the…they…they would shred me!”

 

  Shahara looks down, “I suppose you are right,”

 

  Her back bends as only a feline’s can and takes her own engorged member in her mouth and wraps her impossibly long and prehensile tongue around it. Lukatara grows stiff in the pants watching this beautiful creature with the head and breasts of a woman, this sphinx, fellate herself, The sounds of slurping really getting to him.

 

   Shahara peeks at him through one eye as he starts to undo his pants to gain access to his own member, lost in the scene before him. With a flash of blue from her eyes his buttons and belts come undone and cloths are pulled off by an invisible force that about spins him around. She pulls her head from her crotch, her long tongue letting go last as though teasing an undressing of her penis. It is now thoroughly soaked by her saliva and has changed form, no longer the barbed tiger penis, it is now a long red mockery of a human penis, like some weird mushroom.

 

   She walks over to him on all fours, the look in her eyes entrancing him, sitting before him like a loyal pet her head is only waist high and like she were taking a treat from her owner’s hand she engulfs his penis in her warm inviting mouth. Her tongue wastes no time going to work massaging his shaft with its undulating motions and nub covered texture. She looks up at him with such a loving cute expression, he’s not sure how it’s so cute with her lips wrapped around his cock but it is. He reaches out to grab her head, but a low growl and the promise of teeth on his shaft make him hold still, reminded that even in this act she is the one in total sexual control. He can’t hold out and shoots his load down her throat. She smiles around his cock and sucks his softening shaft clean. She pulls off his now semi-hard phallus and gives his pubic hair a few cleaning cat licks.

 

   A bottle of oil manifests in the air and she orders, “turn around,”.

 

  He *gulps* as he turns around. Instead of the straight oil he instead feels her lips on his back, her long tongue on the small of his back and jabbing into the curve just above his ass crack, surprising him with how ticklish and erogenous this spot is. She pulls back and he can feel the oil being dripped into his ass crack. He reaches back and parts his cheeks to give the oil more room; more for his own sake really. He *yelps* as he finds himself being suddenly thrown forward by her paw landing on a mattress that materializes as he falls. As he rises to his hands and knees he hears the beating of large wings. He turns around in surprise to find that Shahara has grown a giant pair of white wings from her back.

 

  “On your hands and knees,” demands Shahara in a semi-playful tone as she spreads her wings and strikes a regal feline pose.

 

  He feels her come up behind him as he is on his hands and knees, feels her soft fur covered arms wrap around his warm naked flesh like a comforting living blanket. Her soft thighs upon him, her wings cast a shadow on the floor their soft beating a comforting breeze among the steamy hotness of excited bodies. Her large phallus pokes at his backdoor. He tries to relax as she slowly inserts the monster dick’s head into him. He winces out of habit, although as it slides in, its not as painful as the first two times, even though he feels incredibly stretched. He worries that his ass may be permanently stretched out, a worry short lived as the pressure on his prostate makes him fully erect. She growls softly as she hits base, he can feel her soft body against him, the base, reminded by the lack of balls that she is still a hermaphrodite. She pulls out slowly, leaving behind a sinking feeling of loss in his lower body. His eyes shoot wide open as she thrusts into him. If not for her grip and maybe even her beating wings he feels they would have flown forward by that thrust.

 

   Lukatara can only drool and spit and huff uncontrollably why the sudden assault on his lower abdomen. She is not slow and tender as before, no, she is thrusting with abandon, as if lost to her animal side. The experience is unlike any other as the pressure on his prostate and the constant motion excite his dick like never before. He feels harder than he ever has, painfully so. Between the constant fast paced animalistic fucking he is receiving and her half human womanly growls and snarls he can’t help but shoot a load even thicker than the one that went into her mouth on the mattress.

 

  His mouth goes wide, his eyes too, as she stops and holds him tight, her monster cock pulsating as it pours her seed into his bowels. Her semen feels to be near boiling but he cannot move as her grip holds him to her. As she finishes she suddenly rolls onto her back taking him with her to sit astride her a moment before her paws press the back of his head into her breasts. Still connected to him she wiggles about in a strange manner. The motion inside him along with the hotness makes him hard again, another load is quick to *pop* out, kind of painfully as she empties another her steaming loads into his body, a short and quick one, apparently forcing the last drop out of both of them.

 

   They stop and rest, her phallus not as thick as before but still pegged to his innards as he lay back on her and breathes heavily matching her own rising breaths and listening to her comforting heartbeat, her breasts like pillows. He could very well fall asleep like this, his eyes in fact are growing heavy.

 

 

   “So this is how you train?” comes the voice of Lorcelt suddenly appearing over them by their heads.

 

  The giant golden scorpion woman catches them both by surprise as she quickly grabs them both with her claws and shoves them head first into her giant exposed vagina. She moans and bucks as the conjoined sphinx and human go headfirst into her body and quickly into a large glowing air pocket that has air breathing into it.

 

   “Did…did she just eat us?” asks Lukatara, answered by Shahara bucking her hips making him bounce on her returning to fullness cock. They can hear a moan from outside as their activity pleases Lorcelt.

 

   Shahara smiles as her body shifts under Lukatara shrinking to humanoid form, her cock however seems reluctant and shrinks last, but is still pretty big and still embedded into his ass. She slowly pulls out and whispers, “not eaten, I think she wants your seed…for free.”

 

    Lukatara isn’t sure about how she said that last part as she flips him over and forces him into the missionary position, heads towards the exit. She easily slips back inside him, making him lock his legs around her waist. She grabs all of his attention as she engages him in a passionate kiss. Her hip thrusts move them over the slippery surface shoving them into the tight passage. However Lorcelt’s vaginal movements push them in a little after each thrust. They can hear her moaning and her body lower to the mattress, which to her is like a pillow, the fluids gush around them as Shahara keeps them lip locked, it feels less like kissing and more like she is breathing into him; where she is getting the air is a mystery to him however as unlike the sack this passage does not pump in air. Eventually their heads pop free, it feels longer than it was as while she is giant she is not so huge that their entwined bodies could not double as huge even for a penis for her. Lukatara fears they will be sucked back in as they are slurped backwards from the shoulders to the neck. He can see above him as his head hits the cum soaked mattress that Lorcelt is in total euphoria as she fondles her own tits and her head is thrown back. Her body bucking to meet Shahara thrusting them like a giant double cock in and out of her body. Lukatara couldn’t help but cum a few times, surprised he had anything left from this strangely erotic situation, granted he was being fucked the whole way out as well with no rest.

 

    When they get below the waist however Lorcelt notices the emptiness and Shahara’s soft tail tickling her clit and blocks their passage with her claws. Shahara grabs the mattress with her own claws as she pulls from Lukatara’s rear and leaps into the air with a tiger’s growl over Lorcelt’s claws and transforms in the air, her body surrounded by a great white electric sphere, and emerges as a giant white tiger with white wings that share the same black stripes as her body. She is now as large as Lorcelt. Lorcelt stands, her body over Lukatara who lies there afraid to move, looking over to where his weapons are wandering if he should make a break for them or not.

 

   “How dare you,” growls Shahara, “I know what you are up to Lorcelt, trying to get the hero’s seed for free!”

 

   “What?” mouths Lukatara.

 

  Lorcelt snaps her pincer claws in the air as she positions herself over Lukatara evenly as if guarding him rather than as a hostage, “you have no claim on him,” she says, “you were not the first to lie with him…before you were Lohln and even Echidaria…if anyone has a claim it would be Lohln.”

 

   “and you are Lorcelt,” growls Shahara.

 

  “closer to Lohln than you are,” says Lorcelt, “a sister of time not the compass.”

 

  “irrelevant,” says Shahara.

 

  “Indeed,” says Lorcelt as Lukatara sees a part of her undercarriage open and the same thin semi clear tentacle thing that Lohln had snakes from her body. It moves around to her front and with its incredible length and flexibility is inserted into her vagina, more comes out as it snakes further in, a wide smile on Lorcelt’s face.

 

   She steps back allowing Lukatara to stand, stand naked in a closed room on a cum soaked mattress between a gigantic winged tiger that speaks with a woman’s voice and a giant scorpion woman who is apparently fucking herself, no, he sees one of those round spheres he remembers from Lohln make its way through the tube and into her body before she pulls the…ovipositor…the word comes back to Lukatara, free from her vagina and locked back into.

 

   “On your stomach,” says Lorcelt, “and into my passage, only a drop was needed.”

 

  Shahara *huffs* and her body is engulfed in a white light, emerging as her humanoid pointy eared and tiger tailed self.

 

   “Damn,” says Shahara, “lost,”

 

  Shahara looks around, “So…you got what you wanted? Now what?”

 

  “Now?” asks Lorcelt, “now I know from returning in here and holding him in my body that there is no way for the champion to gain the powers he needs to fight the man made abomination through any sort of training. He needed the experience of battle and for the powers he now has to come AFTER the time powers.”

 

   Lorcelt and Shahara look at each other thoughtfully before Shahara says, “I wont go through another iteration, this has to be the last.”

 

   “Agreed,” says Lorcelt, “there is another way.”

 

  Shahara *shrugs*, “Lukatara must decide.”

 

  “Decide what?” asks Lukatara.

 

 “When you were with Lohln,” asks Shahara, “how did she boost your power?”

 

  “By making me drink her milk.” He answers, figuring where this is going and looks up at Lorcelt’s giant breasts.

 

  “That’s it?” asks Shahara in disbelief surprising him, “how’d you get the web powers then?”

 

  Lukatara *shrugs*, “I…figured that was from the milk too.”

 

  “Maybe he was conscious when she did it.” Offers Lorcelt.

 

  “Perhaps,” says Shahara.

 

  “For…what?” asks Lukatara.

 

  Lorcelt leans down again and places her fingers along the edges of her pussy spreading it open a little, “return to my magic and stay for a night and you shall gain the knowledge and power of your time powers fully.”

 

  He looks at Shahara who nods, a bit grudgingly, making Lukatara realize she has become somewhat possessive of him.

 

  “Hold on,” says Lukatara, “didn’t you just lay an egg inside yourself?”

 

  Lorcelt laughs and cups her hands before her pussy, “that…is not a normal thing to do, I did that so it could get to your semen in there.”

 

  She pushes gently and a bowling ball sized clear orb with a black fetus inside it comes out into her hands. Lukatara realizes this…this thing is his kid, his son or daughter, and thinks back to Lohln who had three, and Echidaria who had…the gods only know…he…he is a father…to A LOT of children, divine children at that, perhaps even a whole race from what Echidaria said. Lorcelt carries the precious bundle to the monk chambers and sets it on a bed surrounded by blankets and pillows.

 

   She comes back, “now then,” and spreads her pussy, “what is your decision,”

 

  Lukatara thinks back to his adventures and what it was like inside her, he takes one look at Shahara and back at the pussy. He *gulps* and takes a step forward. Lorcelt wastes no time and picks him up, pinning his arms to his side and says, “take a deep breath.”

 

 

  He feels Shahara grab him by his legs to straighten him out to make his sliding into her moist netherregion smooth and done in one quick pushe. Shahara’s forcefulness to get him past her sexually receptive tender passage into the air filled glowing space a bit annoying to Lorcelt, but she gushes from the forcefulness.

 

   “You know,” says Lorcelt once Lukatara is inside, “I never noticed how…forcefull…you are little one.”

 

   Shahara smiles looking into Lorcelt’s lustful gaze, “Oh? You like forcefull?”

 

   “mmm, indeed,” smiles back Lorcelt.

 

  Shahara grows in size, her forearms and shins grow furry, white and black striped, claws on fingernails and toes, her ears shift to the top of her head and become full cat ears, her tail grows a feathery tuft. Size wise she is a match for Lorcelt’s human part, although not her extended scorpion body.

 

   She presses her giant body against Lorcelt’s golden own, hard tits jousting and crushed against each other as Shahara wraps her arms around Lorcelt’s torso and presses them close together, their mighty lips meet and part, monsterious tongues swirling around each other like two great snakes fucking in a wet cave. Shahara’s penis grows long and hard, the top half red and barbed. With one hand aiming and a careful thrust she is in Lorcelt in one blow.

 

  Lorcelt’s head throws back as she *gasps* from the sudden intrusion. She says one word, “barbed.”

 

   “You like that don’t you.” says Shahara giving a few quick thrusts.

 

  “Ye…Yes,” moans Lorcelt as she wraps her arms and claws around Shahara, who thrusts slowly at first allowing her barbs to scrape Lorcelt’s innards slowly, making her practically vibrate and give out little *fe,,,,fu,,,fu,,,* sounds her head on Shahara’s shoulder, her giant extended body easily supporting this stand and deliver stance while bucking to Shahara’s sudden thrusts, going in quick, out slow, followed after a moment by quicker thrusts in both directions making Lorcelt buck to meet her.

 

   This does not go unnoticed by Lukatara who is along for the ride. He had expected Lorcelt to lie down or something, instead she is jerking all over the place knocking him around in there. At the passage he starts to see something, its opening a little, the tip of something red. It alarms him thinking a snake is coming in, it alarms him more when he realizes what it really is.

 

  “Oh no,” is all he can say and close his eyes as it stops and he feels the twitching shaking the whole chamber as a flood of semen fills the chamber, well, half fills bathing his snaked body in a thick white sticky bath.

 

   “Wait,” says Lorcelt as Shahara is locked with her in their passionate embrace, “did you just cum inside me?”

 

   “Oh yeah,” moans Shahara.

 

  “You know the boy is in there right?” asks Lorcelt.

 

  Shahara stops and pulls out, some cum dripping from her dick and from Lorcelt’s pussy onto the chamber floor.

 

  “Whoops,” is all Shahara can say.

 

  Lorcelt smiles, “no matter this will quicken the transformation.”

 

  “Clever bitch,” says Shahara looking into Lorcelt’s eyes, “you planned this didn’t you?”

 

  Lorcelt just smiles as inside her the air filled space glows white, the seminal flood vanishing. Lukatara feels…different, stronger, much stronger. He feels Lorcelt’s body lower and the passage widen, a voice in his head, her voice, telling him that the ritual is done.

 

   He squirms out, her passage still tender from the barbed hybrid tiger dick fucking she can’t help but squirm a little and enjoy it, a bit disappointed its over when he comes out.

 

  He looks up at Lorcelt and staggers as he sees a giant Shahara shrinking down, his eyes narrowing, not in anger but in (seriously) fashion at her familiar up close and personal dick. At normal size she says, “two goddesses together sped the process up from a day to…one…”

 

  “fucking,” says Lukatara, “you’d think I’d be use to weird sex…not that I’ve ever had normal sex to compare it with yet.”

 

   “My ass fucking you in your bed was normal,” says Shahara whispering in his ear.

 

  “You are now ready,” says Lorcelt summoning her silver armor to her body, as little of it as there is over her pussy and tits, “rest here until tomorrow…and I mean actually rest. I will remain in this chamber until the egg hatches of course.”

 

   Shahara isn’t sure if that last part was maternal or just to keep an eye on them to make sure they actually rest, allowing Lukatara’s body to properly adjust to his new power through sleep.

 

     ******

 

    As they travel along the path out of the swamp Pamela hardly recognizes the two women walking beside her. Lupachnid is no longer the grey skinned fuzzy in places spider-wolf monster; she is now a tan skinned athletic woman in brown and silver sexy barbarian armor. More a fur line armored bikini really, some fur lined arm braces, shin guards, and strap sandals. She has a short sword strapped to her waist. Kumira is now a pale skinned woman of the far east, wearing that same red and white priestess outfit she had on earlier, only now she has a bow and quiver strapped across her back; however the arrows are fake. Pamela remembers seeing them when they were getting ready and asking; Kumira fires psychic arrows from her bow, what is seen in the quiver are illusions to fool those looking on. From the corner of her eyes they are see through.

 

    “We have company,” says Lupachnid as they near the edge of the swamp.

 

  Heading into the swamp is a group of men, some skeleton guards, and one large muscular man on the back of a black horse. He steps down from the horse as the three women come into view. His skin is a dark red as though he bathed in blood, his body chiseled as though from stone and a white skull painted over his face. His armor is only covers his lower body with a strap over his bare chest whose entire purpose seems to be keeping the insignia of the soul king upon his chest.

 

  “So,” says the man, “it would seem the princess has come to us.”

 

  “Does that mean the jobs over?” whispers some of the men.

 

  “Do we still get payed?” whispers another.

 

  “Silence in the ranks!” roars the man, “the job is not over till the princess is secured.”

 

  He steps down from the horse, “good work you two on rescuing the princess from the spider demon. I am sure the Soul King would like to thank you in person.”

 

  Lupachnid draws her sword, and Kumira her bow, while Pamela stands ready to fight, her first real fight.

 

  “What treason is this?” asks the man as he taps the insignia on his chest, “do you not see this insignia? Not to mention the undead behind me? We were sent by the Soul King himself to retrieve…I mean rescue the princess. You two women would be well advised to stand down; at this point you’ll be lucky to leave her alive, let alone receive the promised reward…oh…”

 

   He smiles, “I get it…you came from…outside.”

 

  He indicates the blinking veil, which has been freaking out the locals putting them on edge, “came to return her for your own sakes…too bad for you.”

 

  The man roars as two more sets of muscular red arms sprout from his sides, so thick it’s a wander he can move any of them packed together like that. His head bursts into flames, leaving behind a skull with red pin point flames in the eye sockets. A purple spider web like membrane for the flesh under his throat and around his neck, joining his red human flesh at the shoulders. He lets out a cackling sound and extends his long tongue between his long sharp eye teeth and speaks with a voice from deep inside him, “I am Fang, Lord of the venom. Surrender or die…either works for me little girls.”

 

   One of the men behind him screams as a skeleton guard slashes its sword through his retreating back.

 

  “Let the cowards go!” commands Fang, “you have a job to do.”

 

  “Stupid little boy,” says Lupachnid.

 

  “Indeed, to stand threaten us like that, he must truly be incompitant.”

 

  Pamela is confused but Fang appears to have frozen up, his tongue slowly returns to his mouth which closes just as slowly as he turns around even slower.

 

  “We kill them boss?” asks a Skeleton guard.

 

  “Those voices,” says Fang, “no…it…”

 

  Lupachnid steps forward, a Skeleton guard charges her which she dispatches, practically vaporizing it with a single swing of her sword which throws force a mighty breeze. She smiles showing her sharp teeth. Her sword vanishes like mist sucked into the wind. Her skin turns grey, the guards on her legs, sandals, and arms, vanish the same being replaced by her silver fur tufts and sharp fingernails and toenails. Her tail grows out as well. Only the bikini armor remains. Kumira’s bow and quiver vanish, her face becomes as a white mask, her skin carapace black and yellow smooth armor, her fingers claws.

 

   “Impossible,” says Fang stepping back, “death night! Kill them!”

 

  A large skeleton in dark armor wielding a magic sword steps forward.

 

  “Lohln’s Web!” shouts out Pamela creating a purple sigil before her staff and shooting the web around the death knight’s arms and legs. Lupachnid rushes forward her claws leaving behind a silver streak as she slashes through the death knight’s armor. Kumira makes a gesture creating an ornate yellow sigil that floats and sinks into the death knight’s body. The death knight crumbles into dust.

 

  The skeleton guards step forward, prepared to fight.

 

  Lupachnid and Kumira nod and their clothes completely vanish from their bodies. Kumira’s four spider legs emerge from her back as she takes up a dancing fighter’s pose. Lupachnid’s face reveals her U shaped spider eyes and fleshy face guard like shape, along with her four spider legs from her back.

 

  “Surrender,” says Lupachnid.

 

  “and we might forgive this insolence,” whispers Kumira through unmoving lips.

 

  “Foolish fiends…” hisses a Lich emerging from the cart brought along to contain the princess and her magic, “we would not send this new warrior to lead our men, nor leave the procurement of the precious princess cargo for our master in the hands of mortals and simpler undead.

 

  “Show these fools,” commands the Lich, “your true form Fang!”

 

  “As…as you wish…” says Fang nervously.

 

  He leaps into the air a red electric sphere forms around his body. What emerges and lands before them is a giant red and black tarantula the size of a large dog, with a human skull like head, purple spider web membrane under the jaw, and hissing at them through a mouth with fangs and a long tongue.

 

  The lich floats from the carriage and before them next to fang, “Now, Princess, by whatever magic you summoned these fiends they are nothing compared to the power my master has given me, or the divine beast beside me so…”

 

  “Man this guy talks too much,” says Lupachnid, “Kumira if you’d do the honors first.”

 

  “As you wish sister,” says Kumira as she leaps into the air, a yellow electric sphere forms around her body. She emerges in her cart sized yellow and black striped spider form with the human mask like face with its red oval eyes among the red orb spider eyes.

 

  Lupachnid smiles and leaps into the air, a silvery grey electric orb forms around her, what emerges shakes the ground and startles Pamela, who certainly did not expect this to emerge. The creature form of Lupachnid is a grey fur covered spider the size of a house. Her legs end in two toed clawed feet. There are wolf tails along the back and sides of the abdomen, many of them arranged and sticking out like rows of scimitars. Lupachnid snarls from her giant wolf like head, with two normal sized albeit red wolf eyes and three red simpler orb eyes beneath each side’s larger eye. She appears to have three sharp tipped tongues rolling in her mouth.

 

  Kumira speaks, “in the natural world the male spider is much smaller than the female.”

 

  “Is that not right,” snarls Lupachnid, “little brother?”

 

  Fang starts to back up, however Lupachnid lunges forward, her tongue shoots out revealing it is one large tongue with three grasping prongs, grabbing up Fang and holding him in her mouth. Pamela stares on wide eyed at the sight, however she *sighs* in relief as Lupachnid flings Fang back into the swamp. She is glad she did not witness fratricide. Although she wanders why their brother would attack them, or help the man who had wronged their family.

 

  “It is not over,” says the Lich, “I am not so easily dealt with.”

 

  Kumira spits out a yellow web from her mouth onto the lich, surrounding skeleton guards, and the cart. It makes a hissing sound as it dissolves into a yellow acid melting the skeleton guards and the cart, the Lich however seems resistant as he chants some protective spell.

 

  “Pamela,” says Lupachnid, “cast a sound protection spell on yourself.”

 

  Pamela nods, imagining that with her wolf features Lupachnid must have some howling attack. Pamela chants and a blue aura forms around her. The wolf tail like structures on Lupachnid’s body twitch about, electric sparks shooting over her body growing in intensity. She lowers her front half to the ground and fires a full force with a loud crack of thunder, lightning bolt from her back at the Lich throwing it back into what remains of the cart. It starts to rise from the cart.

 

  “Holy Sphere!” yells out Pamela shooting a white and pink orb from the staff at the Lich. It stops mid-rise and falls down, merely a pile of dead bones now.

 

  Lupachnid and Kumira glow white and revert down to their human, clothed forms.

 

  “Wait…” says Pamela thinking about that.

 

  “We just wanted to mess with our *little* brother.” says Lupachnid.

 

  “To betray us is unforgivable,” says Kumira, “our mother will deal with his transgression however.”

 

  The three walk from the woods, their release of power did not go unnoticed by the Soul King’s device, however without using magic Pamela’s signal vanishes, her clothes and new skills learned in the many months she was in the distorted time protecting her, as well as Kumira’s and Lupachnid’s transformed states.

 

  “No matter,” says the dark voice around the Soul King, “it may not be an optimum power, but it will be operational. Powerful enough to attack Sheridan and take the princess its self.”

 

   Elsewhere in the swampy dark forest the one called Fang is struggling with a web he was thrown into.

 

 

 

  “My foolish son,” comes the voice of Lohln walking up behind him in a human form wearing a business suit that does not belong to this place and time, her silvery hair offsetting the grey pants suit.

 

  Fang freezes up in fear as she walks around him.

 

 “Fang?” she says annoyed, “really…I go out of my way to give you such a grand name…and you call yourself by such a ridiculous cliché predictable pathetic little title as that?”

 

  Fang is startled that she seems more irritated by that than by his apparent betrayal.

 

  “My name makes no sense,” he hisses finally, “none of our names do.”

 

  “Names that belong in different times and places,” says Lohln, “trust me, the name Atlach will make sense in time…a lot of time granted. However in the meantime we simply must do something about this inferiority complex you have with your sisters.”

 

  She snaps her fingers and the web vanishes making him drop onto the marshy ground below, noticing that Lohln is literally walking over the ground and muck rather than in it. Atlach changes form to his large humanoid muscular form.

 

  “This is how I should be,” he says, “larger than my sisters…why is that their true forms dwarf mine yet in human form I dwarf them?”

 

  Lohln shakes her head, “your powers remain relatively the same regardless of size…you are still weaker than them. If you want to change that so badly then practice, workout, something other than revealing yourself…let alone working for that necromancer.”

 

  She glares at him her eyes glowing, “now return to the mansion, we must discuss your punishment.”

 

  He *gulps* and steps aside to walk behind his mother. Such a comical sight, the large barbarian in white skull face paint walking somberly behind the business woman half his size worrying about what SHE might do to him.

 

    ******

 

  [ It is here that the path of the spider fades from record, the adventures of Pamela and Lohln’s family diverge from the path of the Thousand Year Sword. The tyrants, and dark conspiracies and adventures Pamela, Lupachnid, and Kumira deal with in this changing world an adventure all to themselves. Although the two groups will pass right by each other as Lukatara and Shahara head through the town, told by Lorcelt that the princess has left Lohln’s lair on her own thus moving on to the central temple. In the town Pamela is aware of who Lukatara is thanks to the visions, although he is not aware of her. They have a brief yet friendly encounter at a fruit stand; however the two with Pamela and Shahara with Lukatara are quick to usher their respective human champions on their way.]

 

   

    ******

 

   The battles in the central temple are harsh, Skeleton Guards, Death Knights, Wraiths, Wights, Liches, Frozen Bones, Fire Bones, Acid Zombies, and so much more where names alone would do them no justice, horrible atrocities committed on human and animal corpses alike and a slew of undead type fiends. For some reason the Soul King even has giant puzzles throughout the castle to throw off would be heroes. It requires every power and item he has obtained throughout his adventures to best this tower.

 

  At last Lukatara reaches the throne room. A large ovoid chamber in which the frail pale frame of the soul king sits in a massive red throne, a strange mechanical device before him. Following behind Lukatara is a small white cat, Shahara in a disguised form. The Soul King strokes the Far Sphere, the darkness behind him rippling as though alive.

 

   “Come all this way,” he says in his raspy voice, “only to die. I thought it would have been some foreign hero, but to see my own handywork twisted and distorted. I can see the spark I laid into all the humans of Montosh inside you, the spark that turns you into the undead…yet that spark is fading, nearly gone, tainted by the foreign gods who usurped the all mighty Yam-Dora, Montigi, Yip’Palu, and Mortach, the four great gods of Midgardia. Those Hexian heathens summoned the bestial gods, such false deities with the mere forms of animals. My gods were grand, beyond the recognition of mere mortals, not man or woman, certainly not beasts or silent idols.”

 

   “You are a monster,” says Lukatara brandishing his sword, “I know what you really are, the Necromancer. The gods showed me the truth, showed me how you enslaved our ancestors, killed the demi-gods and divine creatures, how you fed on the true gods like a parasite!”

 

  The Soul King stands, a green mist feeding into his body from the darkness behind him. His frail body grows strong before their eyes, young. He smiles and flies around the room. Lukatara eyes the Far Sphere sitting by his throne on cushioned pedestal. The source of his power. Lukatara lunges into the air with fiery phoenix wings. The Soul King nonchalantly summons a green ornate blade from within green mist and energy and parries Lukatara in mid-air. The two of them exchange blows, their mystic blades finding each other and never chipping. Shahara watches, waiting for an opening to surprise the Soul King, for in this place his dark god’s powers are stifling, it will take all she has to summon forth her own power, and only one shot at that.

 

  *kacrak!*

 

 

 

  A red spark shoots through the darkness, making it retreat into the walls and mortar. The Soul King is surprised, and taking advantage of this opening Lukatara stabs him through the chest. He turns wide eyed, placing his hand upon the blade.

 

  His expression is sent flying across the room, along with his head as Shahara appears in her humanoid form and smacks his head off his shoulders with a mighty strike. His head rolls on the ground. His body shrivles to that of an old man and falls from Lukatara’s blade onto the ground, the head likewise turns old. As Lukatara lands about the resheath his blade glad the battle is finnaly over, the head starts to laugh and float.

 

  “Fool,” says the Soul King, “I am immortal, so long as I have the Far…Sphere…”

 

  The Far Sphere is levitating of its own accord with a violet light around it.

 

  “The fairy,” says Lukatara, “she never appears during a battle.”

 

  The fairy twirls and grows larger forming a great violet vortex.

 

  “At last,” says the fairy, “it took longer than I expected, however I have finally found the Soul Crystal…hmm…what is this…”

 

   The crystal swirls about in the air before the vortex.

 

  “Souls inside the crystal? I have no need for its current occupants.”

 

  Three things emerge from the vortex, three long eel like things made of black liquid flames with the red eyed heads of griffins. One taps its beak on the top of the Far Sphere, while the other two turn upside down and grab from the sides and underneath like the three fingers some large hand. It aims the crystal up.

 

   “What are you doing?” asks Lukatara, “we have to destroy that to save the world.”

 

  “Foolish boy,” says the Soul King’s head glowing with green flames, “that is clearly an emissary of Montigi, you have been played…wait…”

 

  He turns towards the vortex, “what do you mean no need for the current occupants?”

 

  A green sigil appears before the crystal, and like a flood unleashed a massive green stream of souls blasts from the crystal decimating the walls of the tower.

 

  “No!” screams the Soul King as the green flames around his head die out, his head falls to the ground, “why…why…who…”

 

  In the vortex he can see the silhouette of a woman with long hair wearing a cape, he hand outstretched summoning the creatures that are reaching through the vortex. With the last soul freed the Soul King’s head and body turn to dust. Lukatara turns his attention to the Far Sphere which is pulled into the vortex. The vortex shrinks turning back into the little fairy orb.

 

  “Is that what you wanted?” asks Shahara, “sorceress?”

 

  “Indeed,” says the fairy, “but it is not all that I wanted…the Chaos Walking is awakening, I can feel it.”

 

   “Without the princess’ soul?” asks Shahara, “impossible, it…”

 

  Lukatara isn’t paying attention as he is looking outside, a massive mechanical black armored female thing with long strips of flesh made from millions of butchered bodies sewn together across it to mend its damaged places.

 

  “The abomination,” thinks Shahara, “in past iterations the hero had to fly up its body using his time decay power to kill the flesh rendering it broken part before moving in to save the princess inside before the final showdown with the Soul King…but things are different…everything done in a different order…Lohln actually managed to secure the princess, save her, the hero was different, every….thing…”

 

   “This is you isn’t it?” accuses Shahara of the fairy.

 

  “No,” says the fairy, “the abomination Montigi controls the Chaos Walker’s remains.”

 

  Lukatara sprouts the phoenix wings, “I have to fight it,”

 

  “summon the lord of time,” comes another voice as the yellow fairy orb appears, “use your power, use it to summon the lord of time.”

 

   Lukatara concentrates as the giant mechanoid steps across the land heading west, crushing the forests, houses, beneath its giant feet. To the west a giant pillar of sand erupts from the time temple, a gargantuan golden scorpion with four golden feathered wings flies in the air. A mighty yellow beam from its mouth, and two from its claws, another from its stinger, blast through the sky into the Chaos Walker, its body turns to rust and dust and collapses into the ground in a great plume. The people upon the ground flee in terror still, from all villages as something is happening. A great black mist erupts from the mountain of dust. Like a billion vibrating points of darkness it rises into the air, arms like those of a starfish form from a central orb. A great circle of a mouth appears with giant teeth on the outside of forms in the center facing the tower. The mouth opens to reveal a giant black eye with a red iris, the teeth like short eyelashes in a sense to this abomination.

 

    “To think one such as I needed to appear in this iteration,” echoes the voice of the monster across the land.

 

 

   “I thought as much,” says the violet fairy, the vortex appearing again and a strange woman stepping out of it. A woman with blood red hair and wearing a black dark sorceress attire, a woman known as Rhulan.

 

  Red electric sparks dance between her fingers as she walks to the broken edge of the tower wall and walks out onto the air.

 

  “I had a feeling,” she says, “that I could get a double whammy out of this one. A soul Sphere and an Eldritch Abomination. I needn’t worry about hunting down another one when one is already here.”

 

   She flies into the air.

 

  “A soul sphere?” asks Lukatara to the time fairy.

 

 “Watch,” says the time fairy.

 

  “Foolish little Celestial,” says the monster, “I am Montigi the master of time.”

 

  Rhulan looks down and shouts out, “Chaos Blast!”

 

  The dark red energy beam strikes near the base of one of Montigi’s tentacles, it only dissolves about halfway through then quickly regenerates.

 

  “I am fed upon the life essence of gods,” says Montigi, “for countless thousands of iterations of this timeline. I am more powerful than my old master Yam-Dora now. You should have stayed in the southern kingdom little godling. Or stayed in your thousands of years of sleep.”

 

   “So,” says Rhulan, “this is the same timeline then?”

 

  “Yes,” says Montigi, “and you are trapped here as well. I will simply reverse the flow of time in this place locking it away from the rest of Midgardia again. You shall be like Lorcelt , Lohln, and that foolish child Echidaria, another divine being trapped within my domain till I am strong enough to swallow this entire world. With my time veil in place neither you nor they or the four goddess can gather enough power to truly harm me. You are cut off from the Celestial Plain, the Astral Plain, your own power barely able to leak in enough power for you to materialize.”

 

  Rhulan is well aware of what Montigi speaks of, she had to create a projection, a small one unable to interact with this world more than speaking and emitting light until the veil was weakened this much for her physical body to step through, but even now she can feel the limitations on her weighing her down.

 

   The time fairy speaks to Lukatara, “the time has come, remember.”

 

  Lukatara drops to the floor holding his head, memories, not just of this one adventure, memories of growing older and becoming a summoner, memories of fighting alongside the four goddesses in their human forms, memories of saving the princess, countless memories, numerous iterations of events in Montosh, countless lives lived.  

 

   The time fairy speaks, “these events have replayed themselves here for over five thousand years. You have been the hero in each incarnation, coming so close, to this point to save Montosh and all of Midgardia. Things have changed this time, chaos has returned to Midgardia, woven back into the tapestry of time, back into the trapped sphere of time, chaos had left my sphere of influence, now she is back, and under my control.”

 

  Shahara takes a deep breath and clintches her fist. She looks down at Lukatara suffering the madness of thousands of lifetimes playing in his head of countless adventures, sorrows and joys. As Rhulan focuses her power beginning a chant, the chant for the Chaos Detroyer spell a yellow light suddenly envelops her. When it fades her cape turns into shadow wings, her eyes glow red, black stripes appear on her face, her arms become claws and a tail erupts from the base of her spine. She roars like thunder as a black electric sphere forms over her body and grows gargantuan nearly as large as Montigi himself who dwarfs the land below him.

 

   “What is this?” says Montigi, “A Celestial…Dragon?”

 

  The Chaos Dragon has returned, the great beast with the body of a western dragon, and the head, neck, and tail of an eastern celestial black dragon.

 

  “Strike the veil,” comes a voice in her head.

 

  Rhulan pulls back her head and unleashes a massive chaos blast straight into the sky. The veil flickers as red cracks appear over its surface. The veil completely vanishes from the sky. Far away in Sheridan Pamela, Lupachnid, and Kumira, as well as a few more allies stop to observe the scene.

 

   “Ancient Dragon, Celestial bastard spawn!” howls Montigi.

 He roars as a fireball strikes him coming from the south. Lorcelt has simply floated there observing as her power can do nothing against Montigi as he is now, immune to the passage of time, the southern phoenix goddess Solaria on the other hand has begun her own attack. From the east the great blue celestial dragoness Sairin is flying in, from the north the turtle snake goddess Somnes now in a gargantuan form is crushing the land before her as she moves towards the fray.

 

  Rhulan steps back and growls at Montigi, she can fully sense him now, now with the power of the dragon inside her, he is far stronger than Yam-Dora or Og’Daga, too strong for her to fight like this alone. However it seems the local goddesses have decided after their long imprisonments to battle their jailer now that the limitations on them have been lifted.

 

  Shahara says to the flailing Lukatara, “sorry, I have to go.”

 

  She leaps into the air transforming into a gargantuan winged white tiger half the size of Rhulan and standing beside her.

 

  “it may cost this land,” says Shahara, “but this monster must be destroyed!”

 

  Rhulan growls at Montigi, “your soul is mine creature, you shall be swallowed by chaos!”

 

  Lohln is standing high atop the tower. A storm cloud forms over her body, and another high in the sky. The ebony black clouds stop as a massive red web forms over them, walking upside down a new monstrous form appears. It is Lohln, only impossibly huge, her body has become black and ridged in form with sharp edges like blades. Her torso covered in the same black carapace. Her arms are crossed in front of her, hands over her breasts, a red gem like an eye on the back of each hand, inward turned blades on her elbows creating the basic appearance of a spider’s face before her. Her face is armored, a guard over her mouth and a hood like a widow’s veil made of armor over her head. Her spinneret now has two sharp prongs that produce the red glowing silk that holds the sky. From her back emerge four segmented tentacles like a cross between the body of a centipede and the tail of a scorpion with crab claws on their ends. As she hangs upside down she opens her arms revealing red gems where her tits should be, red lightning flashing between her hands and breasts.

 

   Not far away Sairin the blue dragon curves in the air as a gargantuan tower of white smooth tentacles erupts from the ground, two miles high. It opens up like some grotesque flower revealing a woman’s torso with suction cups for tits and a mouth filled with shark’s teeth, with tentacles for hair.

 

   “Montigi,” howls the tower of tentacles, “you lowly usurper of the Ancient Ones, you dared imprison the first born daughter of Albiornesh ruler of the white sea hell in your bubble! For this crime I will rip apart your very essence!”

 

   The time fairy floats before Lukatara’s face as all this occurs, her light soothing the mental images.

 

   “Lukatara,” says the time fairy, “you must decide now, see through me what is happening outside, at the horror befalling this world. Montigi the tyrant that has held your soul prisoner here and all these others will die; however the battle will completely destroy this world. In their rage the masters of chaos, time, ice, power, defense, fire, and destiny will unleash their full power to insure its destruction, destroying this world with it.”

 

   “What can I do?” asks Lukatara, “I’m only a boy…even with these powers…I’m…not them.”

 

 

  “You are a drop of sand,” says the fairy, “the destined hero created to keep time from unraveling here. Forcing the monster to keep resetting the clock. It pulls on time, straining the threads of the web maintained by Lohln and Lorcelt as well as their eight sisters outside of this land. With the veil gone you need only wish it, and we can rejoin as one. Two drops of sand together we can save this world.”

 

   Lukatara can see through the time fairy, see the gods closing in around Montigi. Montigi is focusing some grand blue sphere before its eyes, Rhulan’s whole body glows red the trees below her vaporized, Shahara flies in the air focusing lightning her mouth, Lohln is weaving a massive red electric ball, Solaria a giant fire ball, Sairin glows with a blizzard, a green turtle shell sigil glows before Somnes, Echidaria is focusing what looks like cracked and distorted space, and even Lorcelt is now focusing some sort of glowing white sphere before her claws.

 

   “Yes,” says Lukatara, “my life for the world.”

 

  “Agreed,” says the fairy which flies into his body like a ghost.

 

  He glows gold and floats in the air. His hair becomes longer, his facial features finer, his chest swells into breasts while his waist shrinks, hips grow, and he even grows taller by a few inches. His eyes open and flash with a brilliant light, time stops. The blasts of the gods in mid-air, Montigi trying to raise a barrier, then darkness. All of them, except for Montigi’s barrier are transported into a nothingness between universes. The blasts envelope Montigi with a planet shattering force. Rhulan’s dragon form changes into a black smoke and whizzes up into the air through the spaces in Lohln’s red web, hidden among her dark cloud. Rhulan turns to human form, and pulls the Far Sphere from her cape. She places it in the center of Lohln’s web, it fits perfectly. The web glows as Montigi’s essence tries to escape funneling it into the center, into the Far Sphere. With the essence of Montigi trapped, Rhulan hides away the sphere in her cape’s subspace. She

is about to leave when everything turns black.

 

  Rhulan is standing now with the others, all in human forms, even though Lorcelt still looks golden and naked except for a strip of cloth over her waist and over her breasts that are the same color she is. The female form of Lukatara is floating there before them.

 

  “Time has been restored,” says the female Lukatara in an echoing voice, “I am now restored as well, this tiny drop of myself once again part of the whole.”

 

   They bow to her, Rhulan feeling the intense power not unlike only one other being she has encountered so far, the embodiment of chaos its self, bows as well.

 

  “Chaos,” says the female Lukatara, “no...not yet, daughter of chaos. I am Lucetaria, the progenitor of time; or rather a tiny aspect of that being. With the return of chaos time can move as it should.”

 

   “O…kay,” says Rhulan, “well, I have other…chaos things to do so…”

 

  Lucetaria dips her head, “continue on your quest, you only have two more Eldritch Abominations to go I believe.”

 

  This knowledge by this being startles Rhulan as she opens a portal and returns to Misaline’s mansion.

 

  “Wow,” says Misaline drinking some tea, “you got to meet Lucetaria, although…”

 

 Misaline makes a cute face cupping her hands under her chin, “I’d like to know why the gods just accepted you as one of them. I could tell you knew chaos magic, but there is no way an Eldritch Horror would mistake even a super duper strong Chaos Wizard for a Celestial.”

 

   Rhulan smiles, sits down and bites into a cookie, “if you must know, it’s a long story,”

 

  “I like long stories,” Misaline getting excited.

 

  “Well,” says Rhulan, “it all goes back to my mother…”

 

 Meanwhile back in the dark void Lucetaria speaks with the goddesses, “Over the thousands of years you were forced to play out your roles, you have encountered the hero over thousands of iterations of events. In that time you have all grown fond of the hero.”

 

   She turns to Shahara, “you more so than any others.”

 

  Shahara blushes.

 

  “It was written that when the champion’s role was done this part of me would return to me, as I am his soul.”

 

  They all look a bit saddened, they knew this talk would come someday. Shahara the most distraught.

 

   “However,” says Lucetaria, “chaos has changed things, as chaos does, even in ways that I could no forsee.”

 

  She reaches into her body like a ghost and pulls out the mana crystal Rhulan had given Lukatara at the start of the quest.

 

  “The Mana crystal,” says Lohln.

 

  “This crystal contained some of her power,” says Lucetaria, “some of her own astral essence. She left without reclaiming it, as it was no longer hers to reclaim.”

 

   “You mean…” starts Shahara.

 

  “Yes,” says Lucetaria, “a new soul has been born, one imprinted with the boy’s experiences, hopes, dreams, ethics, morals, and powers, powers from each of you, absorbed even from the weapons and items that were consumed by my light into it. Imprinted however also with the spark of the divine; both that of time and chaos. An immortal waiting to be born, a new god.”

 

   She hands the crystal to Shahara, “I give his soul to you, to be your own to raise and love.”

 

   Shahara takes it in her hand and bows as the crystal flows into her abdomen.

 

  “The price,” says Lucetaria surprising her, “is that this time is not right for him to be born, far into the future of this world I must send you now for the child to be born when the time is right.”

 

     ******

 

    Nearly two hundred thousand years have passed. Shahara has slept in her temple, the four moved to distant spots of the globe and beneath the earth by the supreme goddess Lucetaria. She was able to emerge from her long rest before the time of birth by two centuries. Now she sits in a chair behind a desk in her office high in the air in a skyscraper patting her pregnant belly.

 

   “Soon Luke,” she says, “you’ll get to see this world too.”