"HAAA!...Cough!...Cough!" With a violent cough, I woke up, my entire body was aching, and a terrible headache was hammering my brain.
"What happened?" I asked loudly, trying to recall the last thing I remembered. After the three faceless judges forged my new body and finished their ritual, they placed the new body on the massive anvil above my ethereal form. When that happened, both the body and the ethereal form began to fuse and meld together. At that moment, I blacked out.
"I guess the ascension was successful, huh?" I muttered, trying to stand up and get a better look around, but it seemed that my body wasn't responding to my orders. I didn't mind that and closed my eyes, focusing on this new strange understanding that I gained.
I have no idea how to truly explain it in words since what I gained was more of a feeling or instinct. The closest thing to it was as if I lived my whole life blind and suddenly I got sight, along with a deep knowledge of everything that I couldn't see before.
'How can I say this?' I thought, pondering the words that should describe what was happening to me. But no matter how much I tried, no matter the way or the words, I couldn't even come close to describing the sensation and the power running through me.
"Is this what being a god feels like?" I asked no one, the words were nothing but a mere whisper.
I'm a goddess now, well the goddess of breeding, blood, night, and war. Four major aspects or concepts. With sixteen minor ones. How fucking awesome is that.
Every major concept has four minors. For example, breeding has sex, pleasure, reproduction, and love. Blood has immortality, corruption, ritual, and ancestry.
'That's quite the lot.'
"Sigh"
Taking a deep breath, I tried to move my limbs, but it was not as easy as I hoped. Since this was my first time moving my new body, like a baby trying to take its first step, I struggled for some time, yet eventually, I managed to sit up, and finally see the new body of mine.
"Oh?..." I blinked, surprised and taken aback by the sight before me. For starters, I wasn't naked, which shocked me a lot, to be honest. I was wearing what appeared to be a simple black bikini top and a matching set of bottoms—a sexy one—and the fabric was made out of high-quality and smooth material.
However, what surprised me even more was that my body didn't change much. I became a little thicker, with a bigger and rounder ass, but aside from that and a slight increase in the size of my breasts, nothing much changed. I was about to ask why my body didn't change, and to my surprise, the answer lit up inside my head naturally.
My mortal breeder body was crafted by Lilith with the help of the three judges, and it was already at the peak of perfection. Since the body was perfect, there was nothing to improve, at least for my current level. As a goddess now, I intuitively knew that there were higher forms of perfection that I could reach with time. And that made me excited, very excited.
'This is sooo fucking awesome,' I grinned, clenching my hands and feet. And that's when I noticed something was attached to my left hand.
A golden gauntlet covered the entirety of my left arm to the elbow, while the part that covered my hand was shaped into a sharp claw-like talon. The finger section of the glove was made of thin metal, with a few engravings here and there. But what stood out the most was the crystal gem embedded in the palm of the glove. It was a dark red, the same color as my eyes, and it was glowing.
"Hmmm..." I narrowed my eyes, staring at the glove for a moment before trying to raise my hand to have a better look at it. However, I couldn't control it well and ended up scratching the surface of that anvil that I was sitting on.
'Well, shit.'
"Interesting!" A familiar voice came from my left, and before I knew it, the three faceless judges appeared in front of me, inspecting the scratch mark on the anvil's surface.
"Did you do this, Queen Morgana?" the judge in the middle asked, his tone was neutral, and he was inspecting the scratch with his eyes.
"Yes, sorry," I nodded, dropping my head and apologizing for what I did. "I wasn't able to control my own strength yet."
"It's not a matter of strength, Queen Morgana," the judge on the left said. "This anvil is a part of the Forge of Creation, an artifact that is almost older than the universe itself, and its strength is impregnable. No one, not even the first primordial gods, could leave a mark on it."
"Oh, I see," I nodded, a bit embarrassed. I didn't expect that, but I didn't regret it. In fact, I liked it. Doing something that no one had done before made me feel special and unique. "Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future."
"You better be," the judge on the right warned, his tone was sharp and serious. "You've caused damage to the anvil, a treasure of the highest order."
"It's just a scratch," I replied, shrugging my shoulders. "It's not a big deal, besides, it can be fixed."
"No," the faceless judge on the left said, his tone was soft and gentle. "It can't. You're the first and only person who ever made a scratch on the anvil."
"Then let's make a record of this, okay?" I laughed, raising my right hand high as if lifting a cup. "To the first and only one, meeeeeee!"
"..."The three faceless judges looked at each other, and a second later, a little smile could be seen on their faces. It seemed that they liked my humor.
"Now then," I said, my tone became more serious, pointing at the golden gauntlet on my left hand. "Mind telling me about this thing?"
"Of course," the faceless judge on the right nodded.
"This is a soul divine artifact, an item given by the universe itself to any newborn goddess," he said, pointing with his thin gray arm to my gauntlet, bikini, and to something above my head. "Normally, a goddess would gain one or two artifacts, and she must forge the rest by herself. However, in your case, you were given three artifacts."
"Huh? Three? I can see two," I blinked, surprised and confused.
"The third one is the little crown above your head," the faceless judge replied. "Each soul artifact is unique to the gods, and there could never be two identical ones."
"Interesting," I nodded, looking up and trying to get a better view of the little crown, but it was impossible. The crown was pure black with a glowing red gem at the front.
"Anyway, back to the matter at hand," the faceless judge continued, his tone devoid of emotions. But to my surprise, all three of them suddenly knelt before me, showing the utmost respect.
"Congratulations on your ascension, Queen Morgana. You're now a goddess of four concepts: Sex, Blood, Night, and War. May your rule last for eternity," the three spoke in unison.
'Sex?' I caught the word, thinking that I understood my first concept wrong. But the truth was the judges were in the wrong. I'm the goddess of breeding, not sex.
"Thank you," I nodded, smiling at the judges. "Without your help, this would not be possible, and for that, I'm grateful."
"We are only doing our job, Queen Morgana," the middle faceless judge said, standing up. "We have a few points to tell you about before you can leave."
"I know," I said, leaning forward, locking my red eyes onto their faceless...well, faces. "Could you explain why I can't feel my pee-pee?"
"Pfft..." The judge on the right chuckled, his gray arm was covering his mouth, and his entire body was trembling. "Your penis was destroyed in the ascension—"
"Do you have a death wish, punk!" My tone suddenly distorted and turned demonic, a red mist was erupting from my body. I raised my left hand and pointed it toward the chuckling judge, who broke out in a cold sweat and began trembling.
"No need to be angry," the judge in the middle said. His tone was quiet, but I could sense his fear. And he had every right to be afraid. My golden talon scratched something that was supposed to be invincible with ease, so he could be sure that I could do the same thing with his body.
"He was just joking," he said, looking at the right faceless judge and glaring. "Your package wasn't destroyed."
"Then where is it?" I asked, my tone was calm, but my eyes were shining a bright red. "I can't feel it."
"Your body is new, and it will be a while before you can feel anything," the faceless judge said. A hint of nervousness was heard in his voice. "As I told you before, the three divine artifacts were given by the universe. The piece of cloth may have the ability to hide your dick or something of that nature."
"Hmmm," I nodded, satisfied with the answer, and retracted the red mist, leaning back against the anvil. "Anything else?"
"There are a few things you need to know," he turned, snapping his fingers, forming a planet before me.
"Queen Morgana, your ascension wasn't natural," he began explaining, pointing to the planet. "You were able to ascend only because you consumed part of Queen Lilith's divinity."
"I see, but what's your point?" I nodded, not denying anything.
"You inherited her world and became her successor," the judge added, nodding his head. "Because of this, the universe deemed it necessary for the balance to take away the Seed of Creation that you should have gotten after your ascension."
"Seed of Creation?" I raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"The Seed of Creation is a gift given to all the gods. It gives them a chance to create their first world and beings," the faceless judge on the right explained, his voice devoid of emotions. I guess he calmed a little after my previous reaction.
"But in your case, you inherited Queen Lilith's world and its seed," the faceless judge on the left explained.
"I see," I nodded. "I think this is better since I don't have to create my first world from scratch."
"Indeed," the faceless judge in the middle nodded. "Also, Seeds of Creation are obtainable. However, it's a hard task, and I suggest you first work on your world."
"Okay," I nodded. The judge's advice was logical, and I didn't mind following it. "Thanks again for the help."
"You're welcome," all three nodded. A moment later, the faceless judges waved their hands, forming a door to my right.
"When you're ready, walk through this door, and you'll be teleported back to your world,"
"Alright," I nodded, standing up and preparing myself.
"And good luck, Queen Morgana," the judges bowed their heads. With that, I walked towards the door.