Chapter 33

The day before the actual fight with the Ishtar familia, the girl without a name - and the other members of her little family - took the day off to take a break. It was best to be ready and rested for the upcoming fight. The other consequence was that they could now Level without much concern, eking out the last little bit of the low-quality Excelia they had.

The girl without a name was topless, reading through her stat sheet, helpfully provided by Loki, whose hands were currently firmly attached to her bare breasts, squeezing and groping and playing with the nipples. She just ignored it.

Level 2

Strength: G237 → G280

Endurance: F331 → F396

Dexterity: C655 → B783

Agility: D565 → C676

Magic: I0 → I0

Essence: H → G

Skills:

Glorious Carnage Typhoon

Relic Weapon Enchantment

Fivefold Sensory Exercise

Splinter in the Mind's Eye

Murder Room Preparedness

Unnatural Many-Stepped Stride

Maw of Dripping Venom

Murder Room Preparedness was a Skill she had picked up a while before, but she had no real idea what it did. Drake said that in the game, it "let the player retcon having brought along whatever thing they needed in the moment, or something like that," but of course, she couldn't retcon things in real life. So what did it even mean? That she was much more prepared than a normal person? Maybe its effects would become more obvious, next time she did something like what she did with Ted and Soma? That probably wasn't that far away.

"Oh, my Essence rose, too," the girl without a name noted.

"Yeah, whatever," Loki said, pinching her nipples. "Could you at least react?"

"Sorry, Loki-sama!" She told her goddess, in a sing-songy voice. "I guess I just don't have very sensitive breasts!"

"You totally do, don't even pretend," Loki grumbled. "I can hear you and Drake going crazy."

"Oh. I guess you're just a terrible lover then," she replied. Loki let out a noise of pain, as if she had been physically struck, and the girl without a name smiled. Loki really did always make her feel better. "Ah... it may be my last day with my husband, Loki-sama. Can I please, one last time, be allowed to pleasure him with my onahole bitch body?"

Loki groaned. "Fine, fine. Go ahead." She withdrew her hands from the girl without a name's breasts, and she started to walk away. "TOPP!!!" Loki shouted, hurling her shirt right at her face. The girl without a name just smiled, suppressing a giggle at Loki's reactions.

She always went last in status updates, since she had agree to let Loki grope her in exchange for the fun gag name that she had made her offer. The girl wondered if she could convince Loki to do it a second time, when she Leveled up again? What sort of name would be funniest? The whole "much more beautiful than me, the person saying this" was a little fun, but perhaps she could play it out in a bit more specificity. Just "Prettier Than Loki"? "Not A Flat Chested Loser Like Me"? Hm. Maybe the joke had run its course.

She practically skipped over to the bathroom, knowing Rei was waiting there for her. Rei had been experimenting on her breasts for a while now, and she'd manage to figure out how to up them a few cup sizes - she was excited to show Drake the new thing that Rei had done, and maybe to enjoy You and Yours Stance again.

She actually could feel herself start to salivate at that idea. Her sex was getting wet pretty fast too. Drake was really a wonderful partner in so many ways. The only upside that 'Brighton,' the male version of Rei she had never met, seemed to have, was that he could make his dick way bigger. (And that he was her soulmate, but that was a romantic versus sexy competition, since having a soulmate was very romantic, but cuckolding her soulmate to make her his lowly bitch onahole who he whored out to other men was very sexy. Fortunately, Rei meant she got to enjoy both!)

Then again, Rei could probably make Drake's dick bigger, now. Oh! She'd have to suggest that to Rei and Drake, after this whole thing was over! Imagine a cock the thickness of a water bottle and the length of her forearm just getting shoved up her ass... it sent shivers down her spine, and a flow of blood to her pussy. She'd known that body modification was sexy, but it was even sexier in real life! So many possibilities, all arrayed before her right now... no, no. She had an idea she wanted to follow through on, she couldn't get distracted with all the other possibilities!

* * *

Julia's breasts had grown by... a good few cup sizes. They were about as big as Rei's at this point, which was really saying something, and they were scarcely contained in a top that normally handled them quite well. The fabric seemed to strain, and it compressed her tits obviously. Julia herself wore a pearly white smile. "I promised joousama I would eat her out after this, with my tongue modified, goshujinsama, so it's going to be just the two of us now." She took a deep breath, then spoke again. "Please use You and Yours Stance. And, when you do it, treat me like - treat me like I really am nothing but a bitch onahole. That is, as if you're going to fuck my tits, cum all over my face, and just abandon me in the bedroom to forget about until you need to jerk off again. Or a quick ten valis," she added, eyes flashing.

"Should we have a safe word?" I asked. Normally we didn't bother with one, since Julia normally focused on fetishes that didn't involve her saying 'no' at any point, but I didn't really know what she saw with You and Yours Stance.

"Ah... no, goshujinsama," she decided. "Safe words are so unsexy. I promise not to say 'no' unless I really mean it, so 'no,' 'stop!' 'Ah, I'm so scared!' 'Even though you're way more likely to want to pull back than me, somehow I want to stop!' - those sorts of things can be our 'safe words'." She smiled and knelt in front of me, pulling off her top, letting bounce free a voluminous pair of breaths. She actually panted as her shirt rubbed her nipples, squirming and rubbing her thighs together.

"What do you see when I turn it on, anyway, Bitch?"

"Oh. It's hard to explain, goshujinsama... have you ever played Taimanin Asagi?"

"Uh, only Battle Arena, but I know the gist."

"I see you like one of the people who are turning the girls into meat toilets, but kind of also the reality of having been turned into a meat toilet, but also this and that..." She swallowed, looking at my groin. "Can you turn it on already, goshujinsama?"

"Alright, Bitch," I said. I sent the right thrum of Essence through my body, and I could see the way that Julia's pupils dilated as she stared up at me, her mouth falling open as she just lost herself in the sight of it. I lowered my pants, letting my cock pop out, and her gaze instantly turned to it, her lips parting expectantly. I smacked her face with my cock instead, and she actually moaned at the strike - then I sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed a clump of her hair, and dragged her close. "Titfuck me, Bitch."

"Yes," she agreed, dropping the goshujinsama. Her hands wrapped around her tits, fingers digging into the flesh of them as they were hefted up around my cock. She mewled as my length was swallowed up entirely by those chocolate funbags, not a single inch of my cock popping out. She leaned in, tongue stretching out, but she still couldn't reach my dick, with how enormous her tits were. "Ah... sorry..." she said. She sounded different. Softer. More pliant. Her eyes looked up at me, not with playful submissiveness, but with something more complete and total. Like she really was my bitch onahole.

I slapped her cheek with my hand, and she moaned, actually coming at that point. Her fingers tightened their pressure on my cock, and I groaned, pumping a bit into her breasts as I sat there. Fuck, she must be insanely horny from this whole thing.

* * *

The girl without a name was in heaven, as the being that now owned every part of her struck her cheek. She had been transmuted into a sex doll for him, and she had no more will of her own... no more concerns, no more thoughts, nothing but pleasure as she came from being treated roughly by her new owner. Parts of her that wanted to resist, to fight back, were smothered in her breasts and leaking out her pussy as she stared up at the figure of almost godlike power. It was easy to convince herself that this was the being that had really changed her body, not Rei, and that the person sitting there would never, ever stop owning her.

That she'd never have to do or think anything ever again. Just live in this room, a fat-titted sex doll, to be put in the closet when she was used. Her only advantage over a more mundane masturbation aid being the fact that she could clean herself off. She was so very happy, lost in a whole new wonderful world she wanted to stay in forever.

Part of her knew it was fake, of course. She just hid that part away because she wanted to really, truly, enjoy this.

"Did I tell you to apologize, bitch?" He spoke with a casual cruelty that made her heart race and her pussy throb.

"No..." she said, ducking her head just a little. That was why he had struck her. She had apologized when she hadn't been ordered to. Of course she shouldn't do things like that. She should only do and think what she was ordered to do and think.

"That's right. So don't apologize. Only apologize when I tell you that you've done something bad," he explained to her. "After all, you can't be trusted to decide what's good and bad on your own, can you? You're just a living fuckdoll."

"That's right," she agreed. Her pussy was on fire, her thighs rubbing against one another as she stared up at the man. He owned her. Body and soul. She could feel it in the deepest parts of her being, that everything she did from now on was his responsibility, not hers. That she had no existence outside her orders, and it made her so very happy. His hands held her cheeks softly as she continued to masturbate his cock. And it was masturbation. She was a toy. A thing. What she had used to be wasn't important, it was something that had leaked out of her brain and oozed out of her cunt.

She orgasmed as her thighs rubbed together, as her tits mashed into his thick, throbbing cock. Her eyes rolled up in pleasure, a low moan of ecstasy escaping her throat, and she lost all track of time for a long few seconds. Of existence altogether. She had died and gone to heaven (not that that was actually going to happen - she knew the price she'd paid for her power), and whatever happened on Earth didn't matter any longer. In some sense, that was even literally true. The girl who had once been named as Julia Jacoby had died once, to become the girl the papers called the Spectre of Vengeance, and then that girl had died again to become a true bitch onahole.

He spit on her face. It was a startling thing, the splatter of saliva against her features, making her blink a few times as she took a moment to realize what had happened. It was appropriate, though. She smiled up at him. She was his bitch onahole, she needed to be lubed up. Maybe he should have spat on her tits, or maybe it got him hard to spit on her face. It didn't really matter. "You like it, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes," she agreed. There was nothing in her that could have disagreed. She was a bitch onahole. A cunt to be used. She jerked and shivered and twisted around beneath him, her hands on her tits squeezing ever tighter, and waves of pleasure emerged from where her fingers sunk into the fat titflesh.

"You're my bitch," he told her, and he spat on her face again. This time, she wasn't surprised. She took it with a smile, staring up at him as she squirmed beneath him, as she continued to pleasure him. She simply basked in the moment, the purity of her new, brainless, fuckdoll existence. "Say it."

"I'm your bitch." The words resonated through the deepest part of her being. She was his bitch. "I'm your bitch," she repeated, like a mantra, as she pressed her fingers ever deeper into her own sensitive breasts. "I'm your bitch. I'm your bitch. I'm your bitch," she repeated. "I'm your bi-" her owner and god spat on her face again, prompting another orgasm, "-iiiitch!" She squealed out, writhing in ecstasy beneath him, her eyes rolling up in pleasure as she lost all awareness of reality. She was his bitch. She was his bitch. When her mouth started to work again, she started to repeat those words, brainlessly, mindlessly, like the flesh onahole she had been twisted up into.

* * *

"I'm your bitch," Julia repeated, over and over, in between her orgasms. Her movements with her fingers were almost autonomous - even spitting on her face didn't seem to break her out of the spell. It was hot as hell, and I decided to let go after a few minutes of that (and quite a few orgasms on her part). She kept repeating it as I sprayed hot white cum all over her overflowing breasts, onto her chin, coating her neck, leaving her utterly stained in my colors. Thanks to her dark skin, she looked fucking gorgeous when I came outside. "I'm your bitch," she repeated, even as I finished coming, staring up at me with a glassy, happy stare, as her fingers kept on mashing her tits.

Tempting as it was to use my bitch, I did actually come, and I didn't want to break her brain, so I turned off You and Yours Stance. She blinked a few times as I came back into view, then her normal smile came back on her lips. "Enjoy yourself, Bitch?"

"Yes, goshujinsama," she said, with a warm smile. She leaned down again, managing to kiss the tip of my dick this time, as she just mashed her tits right into my groin. "Thank you, I really enjoyed that."

"No problem, Bitch," I told her, patting her head. "Now clean yourself up, I want to fuck you on the bed while your brain isn't melting from You and Yours," I told her.

She obediently licked up every last drop of my cum from her face, tits, and neck, really making a good show of it, staring up at me with smoldering blue eyes and shivering every time her forearm brushed against her nipples as her now-enormous tits bounced around freely.

* * *

Rei #6 absently tossed a few valis at a jagamarukun stand seller. Even if Hestia had descended to Gekai by now, she probably wouldn't be working here yet. It was like a year-ish before canon, by appearances, but still. No sense in missing the chance to get it, and these stupid things were cheap as hell and pretty damn tasty. She chomped down, starting to wander back towards the Twilight Manor. Once she had finished her food, she'd find a nice alley, turn into it, and-

Hm. Her enhanced senses told her somebody was following her. She caught a glance of a random stranger, burned some of her 'Essence', and saw through the guy's eyes. There was a woman with dark skin and a hood following after her. An Amazon? Fucking Christ. These bitches ruined everything, even jagamarukun trips. There weren't any other Amazons near her, though. Maybe one of the really strong ones? She could turn invisible, that'd probably be safest, but it hadn't worked at all on Phryne, and she'd have to slow down. Would she have to... disappear? She hadn't been reabsorbed in three days, that was three days of existence that'd poof right out. She didn't even know if anybody was riding her senses right now.

The streets were starting to get less crowded, too. She just kept nonchalantly eating her jagamarukun, pretending she hadn't noticed anything, heading back towards Twilight Manor. There wasn't any particularly more high traffic route, so the shortest route was the best. No, wait. Duhhh. There was a great route for getting away from an Amazon. She took the last few bites of her jagamarukun, tossed the stick haphazardly aside, and leapt into the air before turning into a bird, instantly starting to soar upwards as fast as she fucking could. Owned! Stupid Amazon bitch! Good luck getting her now! She was already out of throwing range, and the dumb cunt hadn't done anything yet. She spared a glance over her shoulder, the superior lenses of her bird eyes letting her make out the woman's features as she lifted her hood, and Rei #6 stalled in the air.

It felt like seeing Drake when he used You and Yours Stance, except so much more. It was as if every part of her was fulfilled all at once. She immediately turned around, wanting to see more, and she landed on the beauty's hand as the woman held it out to her.

Ishtar spoke. "Hello, little bird," she said, with a warm smile that lit the fires of Rei #6's deepest heart. "This is what I want you to do..."

* * *

I felt pretty safe, as we headed to the planned War Game between the Loki and Ishtar familias. Loki had promised me with a wink and a grin, that they'd grind the Ishtar familia under the full weight of the law for everything they'd done in the leadup to the game. Even if it hadn't ultimately weakened our team at all, she had still attacked me and my wives in the Dungeon, and effectively killed one of the Reis.

Loki actually liked when I mentioned that bit. "Imagine when the courts are forced to admit that she intentionally caused the death of a member of my familia - and the number one Record Breaker of all time, to boot! The rules aren't made to defer for clones, since only your Rei can do that anyway, so she'll be valued pretty much the same as any single other Rei." Her grin was really vicious at that thought. I had to assume it would be a lot of money.

The math major part of me wondered if it was in part calculated on some kind of inverse function? x/n, where x was some constant (based on Level?) and n was the number of days it took somebody to break the Level Two barrier? If that was the case, Rei would be worth something like six times as much as us and over twenty times a Level Two Ais. It was how I'd do it, but I didn't really know the specifics. It wasn't like they had calculators here.

I was feeling really confident as we stepped out onto the field. We'd opted to not bring Noriko along, because she still hadn't broken to Level Two, had no special powers, and would just be dead weight around our necks. (Obviously I said it more diplomatically when I was explaining it to her.) Ishtar allowed it, as long as we didn't replace her, and that it didn't void her ability to claim Noriko. (Not that anyone thought she would.)

* * *

Cass glanced at Rei. She was on the far left of their formation, and Cass was on the far right, but she wasn't sure about Rei. Something was different about her right now. Rei... noticed that she was looking at her, but ignored it? That was strange...

The god who was supposed to say the rules, was saying the rules, but Cass understood them already, and didn't understand a bunch of the words that the god was saying. They were allowed to kill members of the other team, but they weren't supposed to. The other team wasn't planning to kill them, she concluded, as she looked at them. She recognized four Amazons from their ambush in the Dungeon, plus another two that hadn't been there. Those two had seen Rei fight, gauging by how they were looking at her, a more instinctual concern in their gaits.

"Three!" That was a number, it meant the battle was about to start soon. "Two! One!" The god lowered his hand, and spoke another word, but Cass saw something shift dangerously in Rei's posture, and instantly leapt to the side as fast as she could, one hand wrapping around the nameless girl's wrist as she did so, yanking her with her out of reach of a titanic arm that swept through the space that Erza and Drake were still occupying. The arm of a seven meter tall Goliath.

Drake avoided it with a kind of casualness that contradicted how unexpected the attack had been, the massive arm just sweeping under his head as he casually ducked. Erza, on the other hand, was sent crashing like a bowling ball through the lines of the Amazons, surprised by her ally's sudden attack. She spun around to face Rei, easily recovering from the smack. "Rei!" She shouted loudly, but Rei was more focused on Drake for the moment, trying to rain down as many attacks as possible to exhaust him. He leapt backwards, stumbling up into the air as he dodged one attack, then two, starting to glow as he moved, a sapphire hue engulfing him like a great big halo.

"Joousama?" The nameless girl called out in confusion, and Rei didn't even spare her a glance as she turned around, sweeping her gaze over to Erza now that Drake was out of reach.

The Amazons parted for her, and she stomped towards Erza, raising one foot, ready to crush Erza beneath it. The woman in question raised her sword, holding it lengthwise, setting her footing. She knew that she could handle a Goliath's stomp by experience - and Rei saw that too, whipping around, loping on four legs towards the nameless girl and Cass. Cass desperately dodged to the side, but she wasn't fast enough - Rei's foot slammed down on the nameless girl, crushing her beneath it, squishing with blood and viscera splattering across the ground, the nameless girl going inert.

"Rei, stop!" Came a voice from the heavens, a voice of false forgiveness. Rei didn't heed it, raising her foot for another stomp down on the nameless girl, and Erza swept in to interpose herself, blade positioned again in a defense.

"Rei! Regain control of yourself!" Erza called out

Rei wasn't going to stop. Cass took advantage of the distraction, clambering up and over one of the walls. Not to escape, although by the rules of the War Game she had just forfeited. "Rei. Come to me," she said, knowing that at least one of the other Reis were riding her senses. They were always riding her senses, and Drake's senses, and the nameless girl's senses, and Erza's senses.

A bird landed in front of her, and then turned into Rei. "What's your pl-" was as far as she got, before Cass swept around behind her, restraining her neck, pressing her bicep and forearm against the girl's carotid arteries.

For a moment, Rei struggled against her, panicking. "Sleep now," Cass said, and Rei realized her intentions, pressed her head forward into the restraint, and fell unconscious.

* * *

The girl without a name watched as the Goliath simply started to tumble forward, not to crush them, but just because Rei had fallen asleep. Erza peeled her up and out of the ground and leapt to one side. Her body at the moment was flattered, leaving her with the appearance of a grisly cartoon zombie, flapping strangely as she stared into the group of Amazons. There was no hesitation from Erza whatsoever - she simply swept forward into the midst of the Amazons, barely giving them time to react as she replayed the kind of rapid fire knockout blows that Ais had delivered, though with rather more roughness and marginally less obscene speed. Once she wasn't distracted by Rei... the Amazons were knocked unconscious in less than twenty seconds.

"The victory goes to Team Drake, despite a shocking betrayal!" The god declared. The girl without a name didn't know which one.

That was fortunate, since about thirty seconds after Rei passed out, the Goliath started to rise from its position. "Rei - the victory is ours," Erza warned her.

"Don't care," Rei responded, her voice rough and alien as her Goliath body rose up to fight them again - then she passed out again.

* * *

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Loki snarled. Attacking them in the Dungeon was a low blow, but just about permissible. But this shit? There was only one way it happened.

"Hmm? I'm watching a War Game. Or the aftermath of one," Ishtar responded with a smug smirk, to the titters of the other observing gods. These idiots! "It appears that one member of your familia isn't a big fan of Drake. Perhaps they were hoping to be rid of him? Strange that she keeps passing out, though..."

"That's a Record Breaker, and you fucked with her head."

On the display, she heard as Xulia begged her 'joousama' (why didn't she call Loki joousama?! Obviously Loki was even more of a joousama than Rei! That was just natural!) to calm down, and Rei refused to.

"I did no such thing. You're welcome to prove it though. I suppose that now that our War Game has played out, I have to hand over... whoever it is Drake chooses, I believe? Hmm. I wonder, what do we do if he dies before he can lodge his request?"

"This is going to be fucking war, you stupid cunt," Loki snarled.

"I suppose it is," Ishtar agreed, with a casualness that suggested she may have had something already set up.

This was crazy. There was absolutely no way that Ishtar's familia would survive this- this obscene betrayal. She would grind them into the dust and she'd throw Ishtar headfirst back into Heaven. Of course, that didn't mean that she'd be getting back her Drake, and her Rei, and her Xulia, and her Erza, and even her Cass (who still wouldn't let her grope her boobs, even though it was obvious that she should!).

The 'window' continued to display the fight, as sexified Drake (the effect wasn't as strong through the display, thank Ouranos for small mercies, but it was still impossible to recognize him except by context) shouted at Rei to stop. "But I think I'll take a few parting shots at you. We both know you tried to cut my familia off at the knees, so what do you-"

Loki couldn't help herself. All that crap about reason and norms goes right out the window when you start dealing with gods that aren't being reasonable and normal. She slammed her fist directly into Ishtar's gullet, which had the very nice side effect of taking the smile off the bitch's face as she suddenly choked, sputtering and stumbling. She followed it up with a sucker kick to the ankle that sent the cunt falling forward, which was promptly met with a knee to the face before she hit the ground, leaving her bleeding from the mouth and nose and moaning in agony.

"I was going to take you for a lot of money, I'll admit it. But that was all, you bitch. You could have continued to wander around just a few ranking points below me, cowed like a whipped dog. Now? Now, look at all your allies?" The whore tried to scratch at Loki's leg with her fingers, but all she got for the trouble was a furious stamp of one foot on said hand, making her squeal in pain like a stuck pig. "Nobody's helping you. There's a couple dozen gods here, and not one is raising a finger. If any of you do-" Loki said, raising one finger, "- the Loki familia will go to war with yours." That would keep them all in check, except one.

Which, of course, Ishtar knew. "Freya," she pleaded. "Please, I'll, ahn-" she was cut off by a sharp kick.

Freya met Loki's eyes, a smile on her lips, then turned her gaze down to Ishtar. "I don't approve of your little stunt either. If things had gone just a little differently... I would be helping Loki kick you around the floor like the ill-behaved dog you are." A little differently? Even in her rage, Loki was smart enough to pick up on that. "Meditate on this lesson when you get back to Heaven." Loki laid her boot on the back of Ishtar's head, smashing her face into the ground another time.

There was a roar from the window, and a sudden shift in the Goliath's posture as it simply loped over the walls demarcating the wargame battlefield. The window following it revealed it roaring out Ishtar's name. Not in an 'ooo, I want to save you, Mama Ishtar,' way, either.

Heh. She grabbed a tangle of Ishtar's hair, twisting her up so she could see the Goliath-Rei that was very obviously coming to kill her. "Do you think any of your familia will want to stand between you and that?"

"Ph-Phryne," she sputtered out, clinging to another tiny shred of hope. Her face was a mess, blood coming out of her nose and mouth.

"Phryne's preoccupied," Loki told her. She had taken measures in case the mad dog had bitten her one last time. You can't tell your enemy's intent, after all. She'd badly misjudged Ishtar, it seemed. The Charm was one thing, she could have seen that sort of thing. Keeping it going after the War Game was finished, though? Idiotic.

* * *

As Rei #6 loped savagely back towards the city, then towards the direction she felt the lingering remnants of Ishtar's Charm coming from, she started to gather her senses. It was an insanely long journey, after all, and the pure, bloody-minded rage that came as she broke free from Ishtar's control (no doubt thanks in significant part to Drake's abuse of You and Yours Stance) couldn't last forever. Still, she kept in a Goliath form. Pretending to have been in a battle fugue as she roared her way towards where Ishtar was hiding would be a good defense, and she deftly avoided crushing any civilians, or even much property damage; the Goliath wasn't that big.

Okay, there was some property damage. Maybe a lot of it.

She could pay those people off, though!

Loki emerged from the building, holding a tangle of a struggling, bloodied Ishtar. "Is this what you want, big boy?" Loki called out, hurling Ishtar towards Rei #6. The bimbo stumbled, her eyes wide. "It's a treat for you!" Rei #6 reached down with one hand and squished her.

Squished her. Not killed. She used that new Skill she'd worked out with Julia - Flesh Sculpting Art, apparently - to use Essence to transform the goddess of beauty into a flattened, inert set of putty. It took a bit of doing, but she managed it pretty quick. She peeled the resultant thing up off the ground, rolled it into a ball, solidified the outside, and swallowed it whole in one quick gulp.

"Huh," Loki said, as Rei #6 suddenly shrunk down. "Uh. Isn't she supposed to explode?" She glanced up at the sky. "Probably not safe to eat her."

"She's not quite dead yet," Rei #6 said, with a shrug. "Human stomach acid won't kill her, either," she added, patting her belly. Loki grinned at that. "So, we get Haruhime now, right?"

"Yep," Loki said, spinning around to look at the group of gods. "Unless anyone has a problem with Drake collecting his prize?"

Everyone shook their heads. Rei #6 spoke up. "Mm. I don't know about killing her right now. I don't want to piss off the gods."

"Eh. I'll vouch for you, kiddo," Loki said, playfully. "She's not going to get to scurry around Orario."

"I could spit her out outside the city limits or something," Rei #6 offered. She could do that. It wasn't what she was gonna do. "With her familia on the other side of the walls, and her not being allowed back in, well..." She smiled. "I wouldn't want to be her."

"Ooo, evil. I do like that," Loki agreed. "Bit of a risk, though. What if she comes back?"

"In what? Ten years with one Level Four? I'll be a Level Ten by then or something, don't worry about it," Rei #6 said dismissively. Loki cackled appreciatively.

"Any problems with my Rei's plan?" Loki prompted the other gods. "And of course, we'll be having a determination of damages owed for this, the attack in the Dungeon, and, oh - I was going to lay this one out later, but why the hell not - the murder of another one of my Reis. Since Ishtar won't be around, we'll be trying her in absentia? Any problems with that?"

There were no problems with that.

Of course, Rei #6 had absolutely no plans of spitting Ishtar up outside Orario. She had a much nastier fate than that planned for her.