As I rolled off my latest screw, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how I got here. I honestly can't recall. It's a massive blur of tits, ass, dicks, drugs and booze. When was the last time I bothered to remember something? Strange. Other than the fact I was trying to forget something, no clue what though, I can't remember a damn thing. Guess I succeeded. Shit. I did it too well!
Who the FUCK am I? I look over at the … four women and… is that cat? No just a stuffed animal. Okay. Let's try that again.
"Do any of you know my name?" Damn my voice is high pitch for a guy. Still smooth though. Weird.
"Master?" the blonde in the middle offered.
"No, they said they're called God." A redhead with a rather deep tan said countered from the far end of the bed.
"Were we really good enough that you forgot you name, Kami?" The ginger next to me smirked at me. I think she actually knew me. Looking me in the eye, her smirk faded. "Oh, you finally succeeded, didn't you?" Yup, she knew me.
"If forgetting you," I paused, running my fingers through her bright orange hair, noticing some emerald undertones, "was what I was after," My eyes flicked to hers, "it was the most flawed and idiotic thing I could ever do."
"Glad to see you're still you, even without any memories," she released a slight sigh, "And, from my experience, you're capable of a great many actions and choices far more idiotic than forgetting your High Priestess."
"High... What?" My gaze traveled down her body. She was tiny, barely an A cup up top, and not much bigger 'round the hips.
Another, larger, sigh. "What do you remember, my Lord?"
"That I wanted to forget... something. And what do you mean 'my Lord'?"
"That's it? 'That you wanted to forget'? Not what you are? Not who you are?!" the petite ginger sound alarmed. No, almost scared.
"Nooo..." I dragged out my answer, suddenly worried more about the 'what' question, than the 'who'. "What do you mean by 'what I am'? I just a guy, right?"
"No," she said, "you're a god."
"Ha, ha ha ha. That's a good one," damn she must be crazy, "Next you're goin'a tell me I'm destined to save the world."
"Oh, Gods no!" She started laughing. She looked really young when she did that. Like, too young. Right till you look into those pale jade eyes.
She's not crazy, she's ancient. *The hell that come from?*
"You've nearly caused it's destruction two or three too many times to *ever* be trusted with it's fate," she finally got herself under control.
"I think Master could save the world!!" the blonde behind her harrumphed.
"I think," the tiny ginger looked around, "we should continue this in private."
She stood completely unabashed of her nudity, and the way she carried herself through the room, picking up a few pieces of clothes from trail across the floor, it's rather obvious she has complete confidence in her body.
"Mica," she quipped at me, bending over.
"I'm sorry?" I barely heard her as my focus was solidly on her supple, tight ass cheeks.
"My name is Mica," she turned to me, having gathered a grand total of three articles of clothing from the floor and started to slide them on, "And since the last time we were in Japan, you refused to go by anything other than Kami. So, now you know your name. And mine. So with that as a starting point, let's hear your questions." Mica finished as she fitted the last bit of cloth over her completely flat chest. It was a loop of black fabric about three inches wide, and clung like a second skin. The rest of her outfit consisted of a pair of light pink panties and a skirt barely longer than her top was wide and solidly an inch too short to cover... anything.
"Is that really your outfit?" *Not that I minded the view, but how would she not get arrested in that?*
"Yes. Next question?" Mica answered with all seriousness.
"Okay, what do you mean by 'god'? I mean, is that like a thing? Do they exist? And which religion? Could you be more specific?"
"A being of unlimited power created by combine belief from many mortals. Yes. Yes. All religions surpassing 1000 true believers. Not with those questions, nor with company." She gave me a smirk with the last answer. *She's enjoying this*
"Alright," I look around the bed, "ladies? Head home, please."
""Yes, My Lord,"" all three remaining girls spoke in unison. Then got up, and walked out the door.
"Well, that was weird," An obvious statement, but what else would I have said?
"Not really. They may not be true believers of you, but you **did** make an impact on them. So, any order given by you is an Order. Which is exactly like it sounds." Mica explained, the lack of worry in her voice stirring mine slightly.
"So if they have any faith or belief in me, I can tell them to do something, and they'll do it immediately?"
"Huh, maybe forgetting made you smarter. You sure are catching on quick. Now I will tell you that somethings you can force. You can force actions, and it's weaker the less they believe in you. I'm surprised you could make them do anything, considering you look rather sober, and did it on accident." She developed a slight wrinkle between her eyebrows. *Cute*.
"So, can I have a more in depth explanation of what a 'God' is?"
"Do you know what a perpetual motion machine is?"
"Yeah, it's something that once it starts moving, it keeps itself moving until stopped."
"Close enough. They're inspiration for infinite energy too. What a God is is basically that, but with a specific Domain. Let's take Lady Brigid, the celtic Goddess of fire, healers, poets, smiths, childbirth and inspiration. A shit ton of celts believed she existed, prayed to her, and after a bit her 'machine' started moving. Now that she exists, she can do whatever she wants, has unlimited energy, and has power over all her Domains. The catch is simple: outside of her Domains, she is weakened. She has **almost** unlimited power, and if she's in a fight, she can be killed. Now Brigid has several Domains, a few of which are minor-"
"Which ones?"
"I don't remember, and Do Not interrupt me again. Her major ones she has more control over, but as long as she's in or around any of them, she's completely immortal."
"So, if she's on fire, or in a hospital, she can't die."
"Correct, and she's generally stronger too."
"Okay. So what about her worshippers? Do they get any benefit for believing in her?"
"No. Once a God is formed, they are a separate entity. They have no obligation to those who created them, though a good amount of them are grateful. Those ones do help their believers. For a while at least."
"So what am I the God of?"
"That's easy, your the God of... The god of... Oh, oh gods. I can't remember! It was some kind of alcohol, I think. And maybe parties? How can I forget?! I'm your High Priestess!"
"Maybe me forgetting everything kinda wiped it out for everyone?"
"... That's stupid..."
"But is it wrong?"
"I don't know. No one has ever been stupid enough to try."
"Eh, I need a drink. Do we have any wine?"
"Whine? What's that? Anyways, there's no alcohol here."
"Then I'm off for a walk! We'll talk more when I get back."
"Fine. I need to think anyways. Be back in a few hours, please! I do Not want to have to go looking for you."
With that I got dressed and headed out to find a bar. Preferably one with a nice wine selection.