Mad God – Reborn

It was a world filled with greenery. Wherever one looked, one could see only a lush grass field swaying in the gentle wind, with a small, cozy wooden house standing in the middle. A young, beautiful woman in green tended to her garden next to it, watering the differently colored flowers around her. Her long black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and her eyes watched the ground as it soaked up the water. She was about to put down the watering can when her body suddenly shuddered violently as she snapped her head up, then looked around, furrowing her thin eyebrows.

“Was I… mistaken?” She whispered, unable to pinpoint where it came from again, or if it was even real. The fragmented moment she felt made her body react instinctively, before her mind could register it. “No… that can’t be.” She shook her head, calming herself down, walking to the front of her house. She was watching the swaying grass before her, trying to sense it again. “Mhm…” She let out a sigh before waving her hand, and the scenery changed in an instant.

The field disappeared, and she stood in the middle of a beautiful white temple, where the walls were painted with her images. The statues around it depicted her, and just as she appeared, a man sitting before the temple's closed door immediately opened his eyes. The next moment, he rushed in and knelt before her as his forehead touched the ground, while his long, curly brown hair fell forward, covering his face. He was wearing a vivid green priest's robe, without any decorations, covering his entire body, and he even wore silk gloves of the same color, leaving only his face visible when he stood.

“Praise to you, oh Goddess of Purity!”

“You are… Erza, yes?” Nilier asked.

“My name be blessed that the Goddess remembers it!” He replied, fanaticism oozing from every word, almost crying over that she remembered his name.

“How many of you are here right now?”

“Four of us, my Goddess! The rest, as you ordered, are out, searching for the heretic. We…” He tried to say something, but he hesitated.

“Continue. Don’t be afraid.” Nilier the Goddess of Purity replied.

“We lost one of us. They clashed with demigods from the heretical orders.”

“I see. Then the lost one’s faith in me was not strong enough.” She sighed as she shook her head. “Your thoughts can’t be dirtied by outside forces! No matter, one loss can be replaced easily.” She waved her hand, and Erza’s body glowed in a greenish light, his own strength doubling almost immediately and filling him with endless joy. “I granted you the blessing of mine. Go and tell the others who are here to leave only one behind and go down into the mortals’ plane, with you leading them.”

“As you order!” He replied, still kneeling, touching the marble floor with his forehead.

“This needs to happen without anyone noticing. You go not to fight or to look for trouble. You need to act like a mortal would.”

“It shall be done just as you desire!” He acknowledged it before gathering his strength to ask a question. “What are we looking for, my Goddess?”

“Two things. I need a replacement for our loss. Find me another demigod with strong faith in me or convert one who is promising in your eyes. The second task… I’m looking for something. You won’t know, and you wouldn’t understand it, so don’t bother with it. My blessing inside you will know if you found it, and by then, I’ll come to you personally.”

“Understood.” He replied without even thinking. He was told he didn't need to think, so he only had to do as she ordered. All of them obeyed their Goddess’s words without questioning them. “I’ll go immediately!”

“Good.” She nodded, turned back, and when Erza stood up, still with his head lowered, backing out, he heard Nilier’s voice once again. “Start here but then go to the faithless lands and look for talents there.” She said as she disappeared, leaving a bit confused Erza behind. The faithless lands were agreed upon to be nothing but a place of ruin and the birthplace of the Heretic God. The only God who was killed by the four true Gods for trying to bring down the Sky and wash the world with his apocalyptic, mad flames of ruin.

“What kind of talent could be found there?” He murmured as it was a backwater, dilapidated place where no real cultivators lived. A land stuck in time, governed by mortals and their old laws, institutions, and ancient dogmas. They were not even worshiping the gods, being a true, barbaric place. No wonder that no cultivators rose up from there. “Hmf, maybe while going there, they could be reeducated by the light of our Goddess.” He smiled, already thinking about a missionary duty that he had to fulfill.

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Standing at the porch of her wooden house, Nilier's thoughts were going in circles. Unable to calm down, she finally decided to establish a mental connection with the twin gods, Alfina and Oynega.

“It is rare for you to call, ice goddess.” The two of them replied at the same time, followed by moans and panting. Suddenly, the picture of the two naked gods wildly going at each other on a giant bed appeared in her head.

“You filthy degenerates… at least stop while talking to me!” Nilier spat out a cold, disgusted voice.

“Says the purity cosplayer,” Alfina laughed with a suppressed moan. “You are not even a virgin! Athos railed you from behind every day, no?” Oynega said as he finished in, and also finished his sister’s words, but it was indistinguishable who spoke, as both of them looked and sounded the same.

“Enough!” Nilier shouted, and the earth and sky shook, while the twins' ears started to ring.

“Okay, okay, what do you want, huh? We are busy, don’t you see?” The duo moaned at the same time.

“Didn’t you feel something… a few moments ago?”

“I did; I still feel it!" Alfina said with a raunchy laugh, "It is Oynega’s dick as it presses at the right spot all the time when he goes all in!”

“Next time, I’m going to be Alfina!” Oynega replied with fervor, picking up the speed of his thrusts. "It is already time for us to switch!"

“Don’t be hasty, brother. We agreed; we only change roles every 50 years!” She laughed while Nilier almost tore her hair out listening to them.

“You damned fleshtoys! Stop it already! Answer me honestly and stop fucking around! Literally!”

“We felt nothing.” The two of them replied at the same time with a bored voice. “And stop shouting, bitch! We lost two of our demigods... We are working on rebirthing them before their souls disappear! So just shut the fuck up and let us concentrate on it! Anything else? You dried out well?! Huh?!” Came their now-very-aggressive and very annoyed voice.

“You lost two?” She asked with a smirk. “Well, yours were always focused on whoring out themselves instead of focusing on their tasks. They are either reckless because you promise to rebirth them once or utter cowards, afraid of true death, hoping for a cheated rebirth… pathetic.”

“Yeah? And your virgin boy scouts are better? Fuck off! Just because your ex left you, you went full retard. Serves you right! You probably were only a wet sponge in bed; no wonder he bailed!” The two laughed loudly before cutting their connection, not even waiting for her reply, leaving Nilier fuming in place. Her face was turning deep red as her house cracked and fell apart behind her.

She needed a few deep breaths before reigning in her emotions, and with only a wave of her hand, the house behind her was instantly restored to its original state. Just as she finished, a new connection appeared inside her head. A deep, dark abyss seeped into her senses, where a thin, bald man knelt, a rusty sword at his knees as he meditated on it.

“What do you want, Skoorn?” Nilier moaned, feeling another headache incoming as talking to the twins was infuriating enough. Talking to Skoorn was like arguing with a brick wall. One side was full of degenerated emotions while the other was without any sane thoughts, only focused on blood and carnage.

“Did you feel it?” His voice, sounding like metal grinding against metal, asked her.

“So it was not a mistake!” She exclaimed as her pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure yet.” Skoorn answered.

“I talked with the twins. They are the ones who were taught by him in the ways of the soul and laws of reincarnation. They placed the seal on him when we buried his crystal… but they felt nothing.”

“Then maybe it was nothing." Skoorn muttered, "He could’ve awakened for a moment only; it happened before. When Athos tore open the Sky, I also felt something, so it may have awoken him then. He can't escape...”

“I sent down some of my people," Nilier told him, "I’m going to scout it out. If his seal is damaged because of the Tear, we need to reinforce it.”

“Don’t worry. I have been cultivating my sword since the day we defeated him. His blood had already fused with it. It should be enough to truly kill him if he returns. It did hurt Athos when I stabbed him with it... It was the perfect test.”

“Do you think he may have something to do with what we felt?”

“No. He has no knowledge of Kai." Skoorn answered at once, "His sole focus was on the outside world. I am waiting for the day when I can stab him again... He was weaker than Kai, and now I have the weapon to kill both of them, once and for all.”

“Haah… okay, okay. If I find something, I’ll tell you first instead of the twins.”

“Mhm.” Came the simple answer, but before he could cut the connection, Nilier asked once again.

“Have you lost any demigods?”

“No.” He answered sharply. “My people are not weaklings.”

“People? Aren’t they monsters?” She asked with disdain.

“You call yourself pure, woman… yet my demons are the ones who are really pure… purely bred for war.” His cold voice echoed before disappearing from her mind.

“Every three of you is a damned nutcase.” She rubbed her forehead, went into her house, started brewing some tea, as she tried to calm down.

When she finally walked into the living room, leaning back on her couch, sipping the freshly brewed green tea, her eyes stopped on a sapphire medallion lying on the shelf above the fireplace. It was collecting dust, untouched and uncleaned for who knows how long. As she kept looking at it, she felt her mind slip, falling back in time as an exchange of soul-warming words echoed in her head. They were coming from the past, from tens of thousands of years ago in a world that was completely different from how it is now.

“I thought it was like your eyes and would complement you greatly!” Athos said as she put the necklace around her neck.

“Where did you get it?” asked Nilier, mesmerized by the beauty of his gift.

“From Baldy.”

“Let me guess~!” She giggled as her eyes sparkled like a kid’s. “You stole it?”

“I did! Fucking ballsack-face is feeding his rusty dick with these rare artifacts. Utter waste!" Athos said roughly as he rolled his eyes, drawing out a chuckle from Nilier. "I think he is fully impotent and only his sword remains for the bastard. It is the only thing that reminds him of how it feels to grab onto something hard.”

“Damn!” Nilier shook her head, tearing herself out of the trance that her mind put her body into. “That bastard… and those fucked up twins… They are twisting my mind!” She groaned, concentrating on emptying her head of all thoughts, searching hastily for a balance. She was trying to purge all kinds of lustful or yearning feelings out of herself, but it was taking so long for her that the tea already went cold by the time she reopened her cold, icy, blue eyes. “Hmf…” She snorted, tossing the cup into the fireplace, which lit up immediately.

When the flames burst out, melting the shards of the cup and evaporating the tea as Nilier just stood up, leaving the room, walking out of the house, leaving it empty and desolate as she disappeared into the field of green, not wanting to hear the still echoing, happy laughs coming from the fire, belonging to her and Athos.