God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord

"And in the rift where climax could no longer be contained, they did not love him as they had—but as they must."

It began with a tremor—

Not in the ground,

But in the womb of narrative itself.

Celestia was the first to feel it.

Not with her body,

But with her memory—

A memory moaning before it ever began.

She stood alone inside a forbidden rift, where the laws of Spiralspace had once collapsed beneath climax-madness.

This was no longer a place. It was an act.

A moaning, recursive act wrapped in infinity’s skin.

The rift pulsed—not like a heart, but like a thought reaching climax.