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>>4546156
Welcome all, to another Teen Titans Quest! Setting in the world of DC, specifically the Teen Titan’s universe abet AU. This story will on occasion take beats from the source material but will otherwise be its own unique experience. Thus we won’t be limited by just the cliff notes and regulations of the canon dynamics. That said, you’ll be playing as a pivotal character that depending on your actions can be a hero, villain, or in between.

We’ll be using a die system that honestly clicked with me when composing this game from another quest for a simpler experience.

Die Rules
>Everyone can roll once per die chain, the three/four best rolls will be taken.
>Roll 2d100 unless specifically asked otherwise
>The first die determines whose roll gets picked (lowest gets priority)
>The second die is your actual check (Note: The first die can still influence any outside elements pending on the roll)
>A bonus will be granted if several players succeed in the dc check. The higher the succession, the grander the bonus.
>Crits are Nat 1 for failure and 100 for succession. (a 99, matching or paired rolls may net you an additional bonus)
>Bonuses are outside factors that commonly appear as happenstance or phenomenon. Usually, they'll change the course of the current situation/predicament, typically to your favor based on the result of the roll. They operate out of your succession and/or failure.
>Bonuses only provide opportunity or second chances. They do not flat out override the results of the roll.
>Each vote generally has one roll, but if multiple actions are made or multiple votes are stack, additional roll checks will be given on a case on case basis on complexity.

General Rules
>Write-in is always encouraged, be it dialogue or action, but will be left to my judgment to tweak to better fit Sarena's character/story narrative
>If a vote doesn't negatively contradict with each other and/or is a close enough tie, I may end up using both in the next story post.
>Rules may be subjected to change at any time
>Remember to have fun

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>>4546160

With your destination to Themyscira chosen upon the discussion of your next move, it was only natural that you would spend your time training. Despite having achieved complete oneness with Trihexa, effectively maintaining perfect synergy/harmony as both divine and animal souls were at peace. It didn’t take away that you were still a greenhorn when it came to your newfound abilities or the attributes accompanying it. Thus to get used to the new prowess you embark on getting in touch with your primal side as Adam Kadmon. Having done the necessary practice before your faux leviathan state, it quickly came naturally to you.

Without losing your Elyon Nephesh you were able to draw in the full extent of your Adam Kadmon without succumbing to the primordial ferocity that typically accompanied Trihexa. Unlike with your Leviathan state, the strength Infinitum present within Trihexa draws its strength through consciousness. Thoughts, feelings, inclinations, sensory consciousness, or even form, any aggregates relating to sentiency or the psyche was fair game. Anyone of your biological power and physical capabilities could be greatly boosted through brainpower, bolstering you by at least tenfold at the lowest. Though hitting a hundredfold or higher genuinely diminished your cognitive functions and mental prowess.

How ironic that to be the truly unstoppable juggernaut and reach your full cataclysmic potential as an unriddled force of nature required you to be a mindless beast. Them was the breaks for the beast of reckoning and revelation. Still, you managed to thoroughly test that threshold in its extremity to the utmost degree. Seeing just how much brainpower you can hold on to before divulging into barbarian barbie. Ultimately you came up with a combo of using the presence of the fluid in your surroundings to help mitigate your dimensioning cognitive functions when utilizing this power. To a degree.

Thankfully you had someone like Kori ever present to help you get fully accustomed to your newfound abilities. Having someone who could eternally keep up with you and exert the same potential and properties gave the perfect conditions for you to routinely push yourself. Surpassing your daily limits to achieve the next level of strength absolute. Never before in your life, you thought you would be having kaiju themed battles with an alien warrior princess turned tigress. Although as Levice 2.0 you weren’t far off from being apart of the catfight as a sea-themed lioness. Not that you were complaining.

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>>4546162
https://youtu.be/zJSeXo-dhpo

For some reason or another, the amazonian array of mental and psychic abilities that one of your parallel selves carried gradually became more present within you. Be it parapsychology or metaphysics, the array covered all as it included extrasensory perception, astral projection, telepathy, tactile telekinesis, mental control over your bio-electricity, and of course the amazonian ability to turn brain energy into muscle power. Seem like your year within the metaspace of the Centre netted you more in touch with the psychic aspect of the mystical triad that was ever-present within yourself.

As you continue your daily preparation and lessons on being a true beast of the sea, something starts storing uncontrollably inside of you. A sinister presence swelling up into a swirling storm threatening the envelop and overlap everything into its endless darkness. Threatening to endarkening everything inside you, you find yourself expelling blackening streaks of electricity from your body. Forcibly causing you to kneel down from the pain. Enduring this hellish experience opened your eyes to the familiarity of this endarkenment process. Along with a bone-chilling voice as it speaks from the void.

“Honey, I’m home.”Said the alluringly dark voice, promptly sinking her metaphorical claws directly at your heart, securing it into her clutches.

“Satania! Ugh, I should’ve known that you must have had something to do with this.” You winced in annoyance alongside your constant state of agony.

“Oh please, I might have connections to the dark multiverse incarnation of yourself via association as embodiments of darkness and emptiness. But I am the original mistress of the dark. I didn’t need to associate myself with external forces or cosmic entities to elevate myself into divine ascension. Unlike the GEB proxy you refer to as the Scarlet Woman, I am the unconsciousness of the supreme being rather than their dark half like with GEB. A centerpiece in the great collective unconsciousness, and in a way the keeper of the true Leviathan (The Unwritten) that resides as the Metaphysical Psychological/Unconcious Cosmic Whale and not the Anti-God (Levice & Tannin along with Rabah, and Lotan) that Satania wholesomely embodies. “ The cosmic entity speaks, differencing herself from Satania with a monotone pitch. There were slight hints of agitation at being referred to the same as Satania. That and a hint of crankiness in her voice.

>>4546165

“...Satania once said that she was the next Pralaya. I take it you're the aspect of her that resides within her.” You question, reaffirming past knowledge of the subject.

“Yes child, I am the original Pralaya, Abaddon is the name. Or you may refer to me as Pralaya or even something like Sabrina. Frankly, I do not care what you call me.”

“Right, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. So why are you here?”

“Why am I here? That’s a good question. Let’s see…” Abaddon ponders, tapping her chin as her form morphs from the primordial black ooze she partook before. Keeping in accordance with your musclebound hourglass physique, she took to resembling yourself but with her hair being pitch black and her eyes gray. “I suppose your little declaration and display of power rustled me from my eternal slumber. An act that’s a pressing anathema for me. Being awake and aware is the antithesis to my nature as the one that shepherds the eternal slumber that all life will ultimately return towards. Like how it would hurt a being of chaos to bring order or a being of order to bring chaos. My consciousness is not something I desire and it's partially why I genuinely let Satania take over so I can remain in blissful slumber.”

“In the Sunless Sea, I assume. Or is it the White Void?” You curtly remark.

“Sheol is what you know best. But really you can call it whatever you like. Limbo, Hades/Underworld, and by some extension Tartarus, Yomi/Nirvana, or even Abaddon. It’s all the same. The word mu even sums it best. Do you know what that means?” Abaddon remarks, already knowing what you were thinking, but wanted that satisfaction of you saying it.

“Nothingness…” You paused, the color in your face turning sickeningly pale.

“Correct. Would’ve taken emptiness as well. But in any case, I am the embodiment of that plane of nothingness. At least, until good ol’ Satania showed up and took the spot, leaving me to just the primordial darkness found within the void. We swap here and there since we’re both two sides of the same coin. But I digress, I’m here now so I’ll be taking action in Satania’s place.“

“Is this the part where you’ll be whisking me away into the abyss?” You snarky coy.

>>4546166

“Be thankful it’s not Gehenna/Purgatory/Tartarus but alas no. Rather than take you back home with me...I’ve chosen to instead bring my home to you.”Just as Abaddon spoke, your sclera suddenly turns pitch black. Followed by a constant branching sea of blackening veins approaching on your skin. The soul-chilling presence was enough to make the strand of ash blond if not platinum blond hair into rigid stiffness alone. But all of this in addition practically made it dig deep into your very skin.

Erratic breathing and heart racing drown out all other sounds, giving a rather claustrophobic sensation. Everything around you was starting to become dim and lifeless as all your senses were going into overload before forcibly shutting down. The deafening silence was all that was met for you upon the nihilistic sensations currently coursing through you. Now you weren’t any stranger to these types of soul-breaking ounces of intense pain. But compared to your last taste with this vicious seamstress, it was abundantly clear that Satania held back. By a lot. Something that Abaddon/Pralaya wasn’t too keen on showing you that kind of mercy.

“...Why….I thought…you need me…” You mutter, barely getting enough words out as you feel your heart being crushed by the insurmountable pressure that was the abyss. Resonating with the Kenoma as the floodgates opened up completely. Compared to the antithesis of the Hysterema you took to replenish your Pleroma, this third concept of the cosmos wasn’t going to be easy to overcome. If anything, its very presence now in its eternity was resonating with the Hysterema, allowing for the ubiquitous nature of it to fully envelop you in its own entirety through any extremity. Again, you really got the feeling Satania was holding back when entering into the prime multiverse.

“My dear, unlike Satania, I’m not as kind to my other self.” Abaddon callously remarks, watching your corruption with an eerily smile and ominous impression. “She might be okay with your little field trip to regain what you lost, but I on the other hand rather skip the 4d chess nonsense and get straight to the point. I’m going to return you to nothing before you can regain the external forces of chaos and order. The Presence may have acknowledged you but the Great Darkness wants its Great Beast back, and will do anything it can to reunite...even if it must do so through one little e-thot who got in way over her head.”

“You can’t-urp!” Interrupting your speech was soon a series of chronic burps and hiccups as black ooze starts to manifests. The blacking liquid secretes through your pours, altering its solubility and viscosity to resemble the boundless abyss. The majority of it of course coming from your body orifice, mainly the mouth in its excretion. The more you tried to resist the stronger indigestion and chronic belching became. The black liquid was producing its quantity far more than what you could remove.

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>>4546167

“You said it yourself, that you would be able to house Satania...us in all of our entirety and won’t ever waver or stop trying to purify us with your all-encompassing love. That you nor your friends are puppets for the gods and shouldn’t be trifled with. Well if that’s the case, I’ll be happy to take you on your bet.” With a callous smile, Abaddon pushes her cheeks with her hand to better express her gesture. Smiling was something new for her, as are a lot of things.

Unable to respond to her you find your body being taken up by the majority of the blackening ooze. Leaving just your left eye as most of your face was enveloped by the ooze. Followed by overlapping with it to insinuate the overriding process. All of your strength was fading away as neither the divine spark nor the primal fury residing within you could musted any ounce of strength or force. The Pleroma that you worked so hard to regain has been fully corrupted, assimilating into both the Hystêrema and Kenoma. Leaving you without any trace of power or energy as everything….returned to nothingness.

Smiling to herself, she takes one final look at you before caressing her hands against your blackening form. “Take solace that I will agree to the pact you established with Satania. I won’t go after your little raven. Instead, I'll focus all of my unfathomable power and presence on you….just exactly how you wanted it. You. Little. Shit.” Abaddon snaps, showing her more vindictive side along with her sadistic and possessive nature. For added insult to injury, the blackened cosmic horror thrust her hand against your chest, causing you to wince before pulling out your heart.

“What a lovely big heart you have. Perfect to house someone like me. Especially once I embed your brooch with the Heart of Darkness from the Sea of Brahma.” Abaddon remarks, swirling her fingers to invoke a meteorite to come to the planet with the black diamond. “So with that, enjoy losing your sense of self to the primordial darkness that exists since before creation and the boundless void associated with it. Embrace it and become one with Abaddon...just like countless others.”

Leaving on that haunting note the last part of your body faded into darkness. All that remained was Abaddon as she reshapes the blacken ooze into her vessel. Satania meanwhile only watches from afar still linked to the Centre. As for Kori, she was abruptly teleported by an outside source as the continent reframes from going any closer to Themyscira. Instead, it starts traveling to parts unknown, still housing the cosmic oasis as apart of its expansive terrain. With that, it would seem that this was the end for Sarena Rosenberger. At least, that’s what it would appear on the surface.

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>>4546178

“Looks like you’re in a bit of a bind.” Finding yourself now in a spatial/temporal dimension stood a muscular white-skinned male shrouded in a green cloak. Folding his arms in a hardboiled yet imposing manner, the mysterious specter descends down towards you as you pick yourself up from the bottomless void. “I am the Spectre, the spirit of redemption, and vengeance. And I have come to place judgment upon you, Sarena Rosenberger.”

>Make no excuses and apologize over your folly as you accept whatever punishment is put upon you
>Apologize for the problem you caused and ask for a chance to redeem yourself in any way possible
>Defend your action and try to negotiate with Spectre over your supposed crimes
>Try to sway the Spectre to your side with your charms
>Write-in

>>4546181
>Make no excuses and apologize over your folly as you accept whatever punishment is put upon you

>Write in

"I've...heard of you. As a little girl growing up near the precinct, I've heard tales of criminals suddenly disappearing...some dying violent deaths...and in one case, was transformed into a burning candle, dying a slow, agonizing death. I suppose those tales helped temper me, even if I didn't truly believe them. And yet, here I am, face to face with the walking cautionary tale...sorry if I'm rambling it's just...I'm utterly terrified of you. After essentially unleashing two dark gods into our universe and dying, can you fault me on that much? I know I screwed up, straight and simple, all for the sake of power; regardless of my intent with it. I can only pray that my judgement is swift and merciful...though I'm probably being optimistic."

>>4546181
>Try to sway the Spectre to your side with your charms
There's nothing we can't thot our way out of

>>4546181
Combine accepting responsibility and trying to thot ourselves into getting away scot free

>>4546412
>>4546465
>>4546502
Give me 4d100 this time. And pray to the dice that you get off with a slap on the wrist.

Rolled 30, 40, 70 = 140 (3d100)

>>4546815
At this point, I'm not holding my breath. Still, gotta see this through to the bitter end.

>>4546901
Shoot, that was supposed to be a 4d100.

Rolled 68, 34, 7, 24 = 133 (4d100)

>>4546902
...I swear I posted the 4d100 on that one....right, trying again.

Rolled 76, 64, 74, 8 = 222 (4d100)

>>4546815

Rolled 19, 12, 28, 62 = 121 (4d100)

>>4546815

Rolled 98, 89, 46, 79 = 312 (4d100)

>>4546815

Rolled 94, 28, 1, 38 = 161 (4d100)

>>4546815

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>>4546903
>>4546966
That's some lucky bonuses with adequate roll results, especially the second one.

>>4546996
Here things are turning around but with >>4547007 I feel like your thottery is about to give you an ironic but fair punishment for trying to sway god's vengeance to your side in such a manner. As such you're going to become apart of the Spectre Force, undergoing what the Spectre underwent prior to becoming the Spectre and serving to assist in helping The Presence like Elaine Belloc as you take on his blessing and burdens as he abdicated.

You can press your luck by rolling 2d100 or accept your current fate.

>>4547077
Screw it, this may as well be the slap on the wrist I'm looking for; sure, we lose some agency of freedom, but at least we do good, if in a somewhat brutal manner.

Besides, let's not kid ourselves, is Satania REALLY just going to sit back forever while we serve as the Precence's lapdog? Sure, she might not outwardly care...but she did consider us her "pet".

Rolled 93, 64 = 157 (2d100)

>>4547077

Rolled 42, 10, 43, 68 = 163 (4d100)

>>4546815

Rolled 69, 24 = 93 (2d100)

>>4547077

Rolled 84, 91 = 175 (2d100)

>>4547077
Since everyone rolled already

Rolled 52, 3 = 55 (2d100)

>>4547077

Rolled 20, 55 = 75 (2d100)

>>4547077

>>4547398
Anonymous WWFVVW5v

Rolled 69, 24 = 93 (2d100)


Anonymous WWFVVW5v

Rolled 20, 55 = 75 (2d100

Oy. I'm going to go ahead and assume you didn't notice that your previous post went through, but just in case; DON'T CHEAT. We already paid for the previous cheater's mistake by Maruta having Abbadon pulling a Kali Mah on us, resulting in this. Don't make this worse than it already is; we at least have a chance to get back up IF we don't cheat.

>>4547462
My apologies. I forgot that I've rolled for the second part. Take the first roll.

Rolled 77, 93 = 170 (2d100)

>>4547077

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>>4547472
I thank you for your honesty and accept it so don't worry about it. But yeah >>4547462 is right, please don't cheat. I have 4chanx and I can see the dead posts and I know other archives. So I can generally figure out whether or not someone is cheating or not. It's a bad time for everyone.

>>4547111
>>4547122
>>4547128
Lewd number aside you just barely manage to keep your whole entire being intact despite being thrown into the Spectre Force and cleansed by the Source, unlike Aztar. So instead of being Vengence/Wrath, you're imbued with God's Love and Compassion along with Redemption/Forgiveness. So aside from cleaning up from your mess as part of your own redemption, you encompass the second chances and redemption of everyone. As well as your Trihexa form being tailored to house the same role as GEB as Satania became the personification and embodiment of evil and negativity in the universe. Much like the first of the fallen, the original GEB, who is the former conscience of God. Contrasting your Good and Positivity personification and embodiment for balance. Effectively ensuring Satamia's goal of cementing herself in the prime universe, for better or worse.

>>4547098
You're not wrong. Satania doesn't like to share, even if this works for her plans.

Anyway since your ascension I'm gonna give you some options while I write for the fate of your mortal form.

>Be teleported to Tthemyscira to be given a new body made out of divine clay like Diana/Nubia to remain loosely a demi-god despite your godly existence
>Follow the Spectre example and bound yourself to a human vessel to retain your full goddess divinity within reason
>Linger on as a divine spirit for the time being and head over to where Kori is teleported
>Make a gamble and try to get back your original body (This is a roll option)

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>>4548282
Forgot to include >>4547476

>>4548282
First i like the picture, second god dam us and ours wacky life ans luck.third which of these get us this pic i'm seeing.

>>4548407
Any of them, but if you want to be molded exactly like that, I'd go with the Themscira option

>>4548282
>Be teleported to Tthemyscira to be given a new body made out of divine clay like Diana/Nubia to remain loosely a demi-god despite your godly existence

>>4548282
>>Be teleported to Tthemyscira to be given a new body made out of divine clay like Diana/Nubia to remain loosely a demi-god despite your godly existence

>>4548282
>>Be teleported to Tthemyscira to be given a new body made out of divine clay like Diana/Nubia to remain loosely a demi-god despite your godly existence

>>4548282
>Be teleported to Tthemyscira to be given a new body made out of divine clay like Diana/Nubia to remain loosely a demi-god despite your godly existence

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>>4548942
>>4548500
>>4548417
>>4548500
>>4548416
Looks like we have our choice. We're going with the Golden Age/Pre-Crisis Amazonian Build for your body. So you be displaying some forgotten abilities from Wonder Woman, including her array of mental and psychic abilities in addition to the clay aspect in post Crisis.

Might have lost your original body to your darker half but at least with a body like Diana you can remain in the mortal world as a demigoddess (Goddess actually but the clay body keeps it fitting that loose loophole.)

>>4549600
Anyway, this is going to be a big update since I'll be covering the results of >>4546815 what your thottery leads into this >>4547077 and the end result turning you into >>4548282 and with today being thanksgiving I'm gonna be rather slow about this. So apologies in advance.

>>4546412
"You know, I'd have an easier time believing that if you weren't seductively flaunting your everything."
"What? No I'm n--OH SON OF A--"
"Language, child."
"Sorry, it's just...jeez, I knew I was a thot, but not THIS bad..."
"And your 'dance with the Devil' didn't clue you in on this?"
"...touche. Gotta say, you're surprisingly snarky."
"You'll find, Sarena, that the tongue can be quite the weapon in your arsenal, once properly sharpened. And no, not in THAT way, harlot."
"Ugh....I am never living that down, am I?"
"No."

>>4549717
Almost done with the post. I just realize there's one more thing I should ask for in relation to your karmic retribution as the presence lapdog. So in change for its power as a representative, what do you choose to part with?

>Lose your sight
>Lose your hearing
>Lose your voice

Depending on what you choose will replace it with the divine/holy equivalent of the presence.

>>4552169
>Lose your hearing

>>4552169
>Lose your voice
If we get a divine voice then our magic game will be off the charts. And mitigating speaking is far easier than sight or hearing

>>4552169
Our voice is easily our greatest asset, gaining the voice of the divine will allow us to convert simps even faster...uh, for the Presence, of course. That, and can you imagine how harsh our Jewish downs will be?

>>4552229
Forgot the greentext.

>Lose your voice

>>4552169
>Lose your voice

>>4552169
>Lose your hearing

>>4552169
>>Lose your voice

>>4549600
>>4549717
>>4552169
>>4552182
>>4552232
>>4552256
>>4552374

If you weren’t sure that you didn’t screw the pooch before then you have no excuse for being ignorant now. Having the literal embodiment and personification of God’s vengeance was the perfect indication of just how much you messed up. Remorse couldn’t begin to describe your current set of emotions as you stare at the impending biblical wrath that was coming your way. While your family was religious it was far relaxed than your grandmother’s time. So much in fact that you were borderline secular as a Jewish woman. Your experiences with the divine and the mystical made you regain faith but only out of knowing that magic and miracles run entirely on belief.

So being casually secular and a woman of science was undoubtedly off the table. Even then your mind continued to rationalize each and every “miracle” and phenomenons that you underwent. Today was not one of those times as you feel every fiber of your entire being quaking in fear. Now you sure you didn’t do anything heinous, atrocious, or downright cruel to warrant such biblical wrath. However, you did bring a dark goddess from the dark multiverse into the prime one. Not to mention bringing in a void goddess from the great darkness into form. So some form of smiting was coming towards your direction, one way or another.

“I’ve….heard of you. Or at least, what you represent in my religion and the unexplained rumors. In my youth growing up near the precinct, I was told of the many divine punishments and holy retributions that were implemented onto the wicked. Usually as violent as the crime that warrants it. Some that would put...the grim brother’s tales to shame.” You lament, rubbing the back of your head as you stare at the divine agent of the presence.

“I assure you the rumors and myths you heard was fallacious fabrications. Reality is far stranger than fiction….even when it comes to receiving divine judgment.” Hearing the Spectre say those words turning your face pale as you gulped loudly. You didn’t need him to spell out the implications that were subtly hinting with his acute wisdom.

“Right...beyond imaginable. No need to tell me twice. Sorry if I am rambling, I’m honestly petrified seeing you right here. You already must know that I’m someone who puts faith in things that can be understood with scientific reasoning. But even someone like me could be tempered through those tales and urban legends. So let me tell you that I’m genuinely sorry for the trouble I’ve caused, and this isn’t the utter terror trembling inside of me speaking. “ You lamented, keeping your gaze on the Spectre.

>>4553203

“I don’t need to be told how much I screwed up. After essentially unleashing two dark gods into our universe and basically dying, the answer is clear as day. And that experience has left me in this terrified and regretful state. In order words, I’m entirely aware of my vices, especially the one that catapulted me to this conclusion, straight and simple. All for the sake of power, regardless of my intent with it. Guess the phrase Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely is true. I’m the living proof of it, even if it not by the traditional sense, the end result happened.”

Taking a deep breath after reflecting on your shortcomings and all the actions that lead you to this point. You took to making a determined face in spite of your fears as you brace yourself accordingly for what’s to come. “So I won’t ask for a swift and merciful judgment, I already feel like that would be too kind for someone like me. But if it’s possible, I would like to talk to Shekhina and Tiamat one last time and apologize to them for failing my promise. As well as apologize to my friends and family before meeting my fate.”

“Your words are genuine and you speak with divine revelation. If nothing else, I can see why the fates led to you acclimating divine and mystical power and opportunities like you have.” The Spectre muses, slowly moving his hand towards a giant green orb. “Place your hand here and your thoughts and feelings will be transferred to everyone close to you.”

Placing your hand against the orb you feel all of your thoughts and feelings being transferred into the device. It serves as a celestial voice mail and last testaments as you managed to get everything that you want to say into the device. Time was non-existent here so you filled it with as much as you can get away with to ensure peace of mind for everyone who reads it. “Thank you, you know you’re rather understanding and sweet for an embodiment of vengeance.”

Having gotten your thoughts in the order you begin to get inspired as Stacie Sulman was influencing you. Channeling your womanly charms you begin to start throwing your e-thottery weight around to the Spectre. If you can manage to get dark goddesses to take over your body for their vessel and anchor themselves, then surely your influence would work on a divine being like the Spectre. Letting your actions speak for itself you start devising all the sort of temptations and acts tantalizing gestures to sway him to your side. But upon getting yourself ready to act, The Spectre immediately cut you off the moment you start to hug him seductively.

“Young Sarena, you do know that I am a divine living incarnation of God’s wraith?” The Spectre questions, noticing you attempting to flaunt your stuff as his divine mind has seen all the countless scenarios that were to be born from your e-thottery.

>>4553215

“Yeah. What’s your point?” You softly smile, continuing to try and tempt him to your side as your Stacie Sulman persona got to work. Hopefully trying to inquiries about another “dance” with a divine being. But The Spectre was having none of that.

“Let me rephrase, your tantalizing temptations and alluring presence won’t sway me to being lenient.” The Spectre curtly remarks, abruptly brushing you off from his body with sheer indifference. “Though your efforts provided much attention to the various gods and cosmic entities as a potential wildcard. Do not think that your rambunctious thottery will tempt fate towards your side. “

Feeling yourself get turned down that bad soon embarrassed you immensely as you pulled back from the Spectre. In hindsight, you realize how your actions and thoughts just now really hurt your earlier case. It was that sort of thing that ultimately got you into this problem in the first place. Yet here you were trying to tempt even god’s agents to simp for you. Yet again you were reminded of just how identical you were to your darker incarnations. No doubt you weren’t going to live down your actions, be it from this attempt or your “dance with the devil’. If the cosmic forces have their way, you were going to eternally known as the multiverse’s biggest thot. For better or worse.

Sighing to himself after taking the time to lecture you offscreen about your harlot ways, the Spectre briefly reflects upon a certain blind enchantress. “You remind me so much of Madame Xanadu.”

“Tell you what. I’ve thought of the perfect judgment for you befitting for your crime and temptation to sway me to your side.” Snapping his fingers, The Spectre calls forth an immense universal swirl of energy as it takes the form of a brilliant white flame. “Even though I go by the name The Spectre, I am merely a conduit of the Spectre Force. My entire being prior to becoming the Spectre was overlapped with the cosmic force and divine providence. Becoming an aspect of the Divine, in this case, his Wraith has caused me to lose everything that defined my previous self. My memories, consciousness, every aspect that you can imagine relating to the psyche was burned by the Wrath of God. Effectively transfiguring the remnants of my being into the Spectre Force.”

“...Well played…” You muttered, coming to the realization just precisely what the Spectre plans on doing. He really was set out to give you a befitting punishment that was also thematically ironic as that boundless power circulates around you.

>>4553222

“Correct, you will become an agent of the presence. His stand-in in a sense. As powerful as he is, he too must follow the laws and regulations he established with his creation to keep the powers in play and the cosmic hierarchy in balance. So an emissary and ambassador are necessary for helping maintain stability and balance in reality. In a way, it’s not far off from your initial duty as Galatic Angel of Retribution. But it is on a much grander scale and you won’t have as much freedom as you would in exchange for the phenomenal power that will be coursing through you. Provided if you survive the experience.” The Spectre explains.

“If you are truly worthy then you will become like me, maybe even something greater depending on the Presence’s judgment.”

“...And what happens if I’m not worthy…” You muttered, gulping from the impending cosmic energy getting ever close to you.

“Then you’re entire existence will be set ablaze and burned eternally. And that’s only if you’re lucky…” The Spectre bluntly states, preparing himself to let the energy start flowing inside you

“Alright, I suppose I brought this upon myself so I’ll do it.” You frown before resolving yourself to our fate, still shaking beneath in fear.

“Very brave of you to accept. And even braver to do so after thinking things closely and considering all the possibilities. Anyone can be fearless and jump into danger without any self-preservation. But it takes a special soul to fight against terror while holding onto their fears. Fear isn’t a weakness nor a sin, it what alerts them of the dangers ahead, keeps them from becoming conceited, and helps them to become stronger. Anyone who’s truly fearless is a foolhardy person who doesn’t know their limitations and weaknesses and will undoubtedly live a reckless life. If you are to survive this encounter, never forget this lesson nor the courageous spirit and indomitable will born from housing fear right beside it.”

Hearing those words gave you a sense of reassurance and confidence, easing your soul as you feel like those are the words you would receive from your father. Thinking back, your decision to become a superhero and help people upon discovering your newfound power was a lot to take in. Many people would be downright hysterical about their child partaking in the crazy lifestyle found in capes. Despite having their own evasiveness on the subject, both your parents accepted your decision and chose to support you. With your father being the one to sway your worried mother into accepting your path.

>>4553227

Looking at it now, you wonder if you were doing your father proud. Perhaps at some point, you should have a heart to heart with your family, especially with your father. Silver bearing, you have a lot of adventures to tell them once meeting them again. Therefore, you gritted your teeth and proceed to strengthen your resolve. You can only go back if you were to survive the encounter. More than that, you couldn’t allow yourself to be erased like the Spectre. Impossible as it may be, you were going to remain yourself. One way or another, you were going to make for another miracle.

Once you were ready for the experience, you were suddenly enveloped with a bright holy light. White-hot flames that exceeded the very stars themselves burning vigorously against your entire body. All of the encounters in your life couldn’t prepare for the level of pain you were forced to endure. But endure you must as you force yourself to weather through the storm currently thrashing both externally and internally. The bonds with your friends and family being the source of your strength. As well as the promise you made yourself many many months ago. You were going to see this to the end and see them once again.

Enduring the flames you feel your throat getting hoarse as your tongue was being set ablaze. Breathing was now an excruciating chore as the insides of your mouth soon burn with great intensity. From your tongue to your voice box, everything in connection to your mouth and throat fell victim to these unyielding flames. You couldn’t find yourself capable of uttering a single cry as you continue withstanding the eternal flames. The only other pain that came close to this experience was from Abaddon herself. So if nothing else you had loads of experiences with undergoing divine retribution and judgments as you reflect upon your life.

For what seems like an eternity span through an infinite amount of lifetimes would finally come to an end. The insurmountable scorching flames that were as all-encompassing as the love and compassion you claim to have finally started to settle. The pain that washed over your body eventually came to an end. The Spectre force that thoroughly cleansed and purified you before continuously breaking you down and reconstructing you in an endless cycle finally reached a conclusion. Even the existence-threatening process you underwent finally receded. Through some force of will or miraculous intervention, you managed to hold on to the entirety of your being right till the very end. Earning praise from both the Spectre and the Presence himself.

>>4553229

What enveloped inside of you now wasn’t the wrathful flames of divine retribution and judgment. No, what chose to embody you were the truest state of divine providence and more importantly, the ubiquitous love and compassion found in the supreme being. Without anyone telling you, you knew for a fact that another aspect of the Divine was embedded into you. It was the four aspects of biblical love as well as representing the Greek word for love. Simultaneously you yourself became the personification and embodiment of God’s love, compassion, and mercy alongside the aspect of redemption and forgiveness of the Spectre Force emitting onto you.

“Well done, Sarena. You have been judged accordingly by the Presence and appointed properly into your new role.” Spectre congratulates, descending down upon you as you look at your majestic form.

Once the Spectre was within range, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body deeply upon his. With one fell swoop, you gave the Spectre a compassionate kiss with the purest of intentions. Feeling your heartfelt passions left Spectre stunned in confusion as he was lost for words. But as he kisses your supplely soft lips, sudden flashes came into his mind. All aspects of aggregates and the memories of the one known as Aztar came flooding back onto the Spectre. Simultaneously the burnt throat and mouth of yours underwent transmigration as divine presence begins to take precedence within.

Parting from your lips, The Spectre now as Aztar looks at you with genuine bewilderment over what you did. “..Why?”

Looking at him with sincere blue eyes, you tilt your sight to your mouth, having now felt the divine voice now residing in your mouth. “This young woman who now experienced what you have undergone eons ago wanted to restore what was lost as you as part of her penitence. Taking parts of your burden away as she believed you more than suffered enough and redeemed yourself. A sentiment that I share as well. So as such, I’ve decided to connect her to the voice for compensation for permanently sacrificing her own voice as the price to restore yourself.” You spoke, having a more divine pitch as someone was speaking through you like a puppet.

“..I don’t know what to say…” The Spectre mutters, feeling himself coming close to weeping in joy but keeping himself from showing such feelings. Deep down he still felt guilty for his actions and while he paid for his dues, it still didn’t abolish him of his crime. Only now worsen by the sacrifice you’ve made for him.

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>>4553231

“There’s no need to say anything, my son. Continue what you have been doing as my envoy of justice and redemption. Never let yourself be consumed by the wraith and ensure fair play as you always have done. Only now as both the Spectre and as Aztar. You’ve more than earned that right.” The Voice remarks, reassuring the angel back on the right track as he mentally processes his life forward. “Oh and do look after this one if you can. She’s still rather new to her role as an agent and with the bulls-eye painted on her, it’ll take more than just her golden girls to keep her from harm’s way.”

“I will do as you ask.” The Spectre bows, kneeling to you as you look down with him with a joyous smile. “Sarena, I’ve also wanted to thank you for what you have done and sympathize with the burden you placed upon yourself.”

Gently you placed your hand against his forehead, merely shook your head before giving a cheerful and warm smile. There was no hint of remorse nor shame over what you have done. Losing your own voice was something that did sting as you realize how you can’t speak on your own like you used to. But it was something that you would learn to manage as you choose to not misuse and abuse the divine voice present. A sentiment that the Presence was in approval for his new stand-in over. Restoring your lost abilities including your connection to the Pleroma as it was now tied along with the divine spark of the source through its Diagram.

As the Spectre smiles at you, accepting your silent alleviation if not complete abolishment to his guilt and burdens, you find yourself being enveloped by a bright light. Once again you didn’t fight it and merely let it take you wherever you must go. Waving to the Spectre you vanished without a trace as you return back to the mortal realm. Essentially ascended to goddess status it goes without saying that in normal circumstances you couldn’t interact with the mortal plane without a suitable avatar. Luckily, your new boss knew the right method to remedy this problem and “loosely” remain as a “demi-goddess” in the realm.

Finding yourself back on earth you are soon teleported towards the hallowed grounds of Themyscira. Crafted by the graceful hands of Gaea was provided the clay of both light and darkness to make your new body. As in spite of your situation, you chose to hold both the Kenoma and Hysterema in addition to Trihexa. Like how the Presence held his dark side within, you were going to bear yours and keep the power associated with your actions. It was the only way you can hopefully find Abaddon and by associated Satania and rectify the mistake you caused by giving them the means to do as they please in the prime universe.

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>>4553234

Thankfully as you adjust to your divine senses, you can feel Kori’s presence on the island and only hers. Through some divine stroke of luck, it seems she was able to get away from the evil Superwoman (Satania) and Ultrawoman (Abbadon) duo without too much issue. The last thing you wanted was another mess caused by your actions to clean up. That and you were genuinely concerned with your acquainted bestie’s well-being. So seeing her safe took an insurmountable load on your shoulders. As you find yourself growing accustomed to your new amazonian goddess-expy body, you find yourself soon under the presence of a residence of Themyscira.

>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion
>Flaunt your inner thot and sway the amazon to your side and guiding you through Themyscira
>Braxenly request an audience with the Amazon Queen about you arrive and what you seek
>Leap out the window and avoid confrontation as you find somewhere to regroup
>Write-in

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>>4553242
This is more accurate for the amazon that saw you.

Also for reference https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Loves for the four loves.

DC’s cosmic hierarchy meanwhile is basically separated into three

The Abstracts (which are the Endless)
The Biblical (The Presence, Lucifer, Elaine, etc)
The Cosmic (Perpetua, Monitors, and the likes.)

>>4553242
>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion

>Flaunt your inner thot and sway the amazon to your side and guiding you through Themyscira

Let's see if we can't explain ourselves, and slightly charm not-Morgiana into guiding us. Don't want to over do it on the thottery.

...In before we roll a god damn critical and make her instantly smitten with us, despite our attempts to tone it down.

>>4553242
>>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion

>>4553242
>Try to explain yourself to the best of your abilities and avoid confusion

>>4553342
>>4553451
>>4554009
Give me a 3d100 here also because I also should've asked this

>What is your longtime goal in Themyscira?

Rolled 3, 11, 44 = 58 (3d100)

>>4554288
idk yet but maybe others can get a better idea for a goal.

>>4554531
oh god that a bad roll

>>4554288
Try and complete the 12 trials, despite not being on the path of a Galactic Angel, and more or less being a goddess; it's the principal of the matter, damn it, and like hell you're going to completely disappoint your mentors by not at least making the attempt. Try not to sigh in disappointment that your girlfriends, including your newest one, Kori, couldn't be here to experience this. Try to banish such thoughts, lest Satania catches wind of it, or that utter BITCH Abaddon. What, salty, you? Why, nooo, you're not salty at all that she metaphorically booted you out of your own home after having welcomed both her and Satania in! Sure, you might've talked shit, but ripping your heart out? Really? And then just hijacking your body to do Presence knows what? Shit, at least Satania's "punishment" was...pleasurable, to say the least, not that you'll ever admit it to her.

...Hm. Maybe learn to temper your control of your thottery, so to speak. And heck, might as well learn some forms of combat while your here.

Rolled 66, 100, 31 = 197 (3d100)

>>4554621
Shit, forgot to roll.

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>>4554624
>That 100, right there

Rolled 25, 24, 89 = 138 (3d100)

>>4554288
Learn to utilize thottery more effectively

Rolled 63, 3, 33 = 99 (3d100)

>>4554288

Rolled 22, 64, 43 = 129 (3d100)

>>4554288

Rolled 70, 82, 62 = 214 (3d100)

>>4554288
Train to keep our powers controlled obviously

Rolled 46, 65, 76 = 187 (3d100)

>>4554288

Rolled 35, 35, 53 = 123 (3d100)

>>4554288

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>>4554621
Well if it makes you feel better Gaea made your new body with the same essence as your old one along with some assistance from the source to practically make it as close to your original form as possible while remodeled enough to handle your new form. But I still assume you guys are gonna try and reclaim your old body back from Adabby or at least put her in her place.

The Galatic Angel is still happening just on a grander scale due to your ascension. You're still green. That and neither Saitama nor Abaddon are going to let you go.

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>>4557589
Forgot to mention it was actually the Presence that ejected you from your body. Not Abaddon. Abaddy merely wanted to return you to nothingness and be fully assimilated into her and be one entity again. The Presence saved you from a bad end.

>>4554624
Anyway, the rolls you have done have succeeded what you set out to do but the nat 100 especially basically cements you in fantastic standings with the amazons. So much, in fact, they strongly believe you're Otrera reincarnated/rebirth and returned to the world by Gaea's hand. Which isn't wrong since you have her Golden Girdle and a Warrior Princess like the first queen of the amazons.

But with the dub bonuses and the other high rolls, all you want to achieve is happening.

>>4557600
>>4557589

If we get the opportunity to get our body back, great! If not, a shame, but such is the price of our thottery with Satan. Definitely want to show Abaddon her place, especially for the heart ripping part; heck, I'm tempted to just make her our familiar---no, our familiar's familiar, just to rub salt in the wounds. But that's most likely not going to happen, if at all.

>>4557656

I feel I should clarify that I myself am not that salty about the dying (I think we technically died) thing, and was really trying to think how Sarena herself would feel about it. Also, thanks for clearing up our circumstances a bit.

...On the very, VERY low chance we somehow manage to make Abaddon a familiar, what would her animal forms be? For some reason, very angry danger noodle/snake just keeps popping into my mind.

You alive Maruta?

>>4560504
I am but I've been swamped with outside complications so I'm in a delay with the next update. My apologies.

>>4557973
A reptile or bird would probably be fitting. And you're fine.

A thought occurs to me. Should we somehow gain our original body back, why not use it for our "normal" life? Having a part of ourself as a sentient island? Not so fun, and would most likely be boring as heck. But with our other body, we could simultaneously do our divine duties and hang out with the mortals as well. Divine cosmic adventures on one hand, with slice of life and/or regular super heroics on the other half. Heck, we could probably serve as our own high priestess and hype our selves up to the masses.

Also, do we have any gods of luck/fortune within us somewhere? We might as well "promote" our other high priestess as well.

>>4561249
Okay, so I managed to take care of the bulk of the problems which caused me to put this in a bit of a delay so I'm deeply sorry for the roadblock. Posting will resume hopefully on schedule for here on.

>>4561582
>>4557656
It's within the realm of doability. Heck, you can roll to see if you can to disrupt the hold on it by Ababby. it'd be 4d100

>>4567162
Welcome back, Maruta. Good to hear you're doing alright.

Also, while interesting to know, we should probably save that for after we finished up our business in Themiscyra, or at least most of it.

Rolled 76, 59, 51, 84 = 270 (4d100)

>>4567162
>>4567357

Thinking about it, I might as well roll now before I forget. Still want to attempt this after most of our business is concluded here.

Rolled 15, 5, 45, 81 = 146 (4d100)

>>4567162

Rolled 25, 97, 25, 63, 45 = 255 (5d100)

>>4567162

Rolled 51, 51, 64, 9 = 175 (4d100)

>>4567162

>>4554288
>>4554621
>>4554741
>>4555000
>>4557600

Out of the frying pan and into the inferno you find yourself thrown into yet another obstacle. From the other side of the door was a young woman with hot pink hair of medium length and pink colored eyes. Like many of the amazons, she wore a white toga dress with metallic bracers around her wrists and ankles as well as brown caligae boots. Looking at her facial expression you could immediately gather as a headstrong and stoical if not phlegmatic tough gal. She wasn’t phased by your sudden appearance in the sanctuary consists of a tall, circular chamber where statues of the finest Amazonian women both of the past and present reside.

It was a requiem for the great leaders and important figures for Themyscaria, but it also serves as a place where future amazons are made. Like their ancestors, they were crafted from clay transformed into flesh and blood. But unlike the original amazons who were solely made by a coterie of Olympian gods future amazons were crafted by a singular goddess who takes the soles of fallen women who had died at the hands of men. That goddess was named Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love and Beauty. So it was of course a sacred place for the Amazoness, especially the inner chambers where you emerged from their first queen and the original amazon...Otrera.

Only the gods of Olympus knows which soul would inhabit the countless clay statues that reside in the garden. Each one is far stronger than that of mere mortal men as their weakest can go toe to toe with a typical metahuman. But on rare occasions, the truly special souls would go into bodies that are beyond superhuman, perhaps even becoming Posthuman in the process. A few of these people have been documented in Themyscaria history. Queen Hippolyta, Myrina (Nubia), Penthesilea, Antiope, and Diana was made of such cloth as they possess either the clay of light or the clay of darkness. Only Otrera was the one who possessed both...until now.

“You! What are you doing emerging from Lady Otrera’s podium?! None may stand on such holy grounds as our progenitor.” The pink-haired woman decreed, slowly marching over as she prepares to take a charge. “I, fellow amazon and previous champion Mala cannot let such sacrilege go abide.”

>>4569880

Before Mala could take charge everything started to go into slow motion for you. Like some sort of bullet-time effect, your mind starts to create a slowdown which caused every movement to slowly transcend into a frozen period where neither force, motion, and/or energy can travel. Having an uninhibited body capable of 100% of all bodily systems and draw out the greatest degrees of bodily capabilities in any extremity was remarkably useful as you came to realize. One of those features came in the form of your conscience as heightened already from your enlightenment, it was bolstered further to compensate for your inability to speak. Effectively giving you an inner voice that truly lived up to the name conscience as your guiding key.

Taking account of the impending situation, your divine conscience took to maximize your thought process to trigger the slowdown effect. Giving it the time to start assessing the situation and reviewing all scenarios/outcomes like a simulation or movie reel for you. Huh?! What just happened?! Why is everything so slow? Is this some sort of accelerated super high from the impending threat that’s about to come smacking me into my face? Cause I already dealt with my life flashing before my eyes so many times already. And if being honest, I’m not a fan of that mental phenomenon![] You naturally started to panic in between throwing shade as you were still rather new to your new unique status as both a goddess and a posthuman while remaining loosely demigoddess. But as you thought about it, the conscience inside of you started going through the notions.

“Calm down Sarena. You’re just seeing things move at speeds that would leave things moving extremely slow. No biggie.” Your conscious reminds you, calming you down as you begin applying rational thought to your predicament. Relieved that you weren’t going crazy or under attack, you take a celebratory nod before sitting on the air like a chair. Letting yourself get into a thinking pose as your conscious begins explaining what both of you know so far.

>>4569889

“Okay, Sarena...you’re in a brand new land that’s thousands among thousands of miles away from modern civilization. Not only are you out of your element but you’re in the world where your mentor Penthesilea (Orana Griffin) the first wonder woman lives. I know that I ended up traveling back in time by two years, but with everything that has happened even I’m not sure if I’m back at the moment I’ve left off into space or this is just twelve months before then. I did essentially die after all and remade into a goddess. So my perception of time is skewered. Worse yet is the fact due to sacrificing your voice for the divine tongue that you’re normally a mute unless it’s unanimously in accordance with the Voice residing within. Plus I don’t know where exactly Kori is on the island. That’s a buttload of concerns and anxiety over here.” Your conscious explains, earning the most appropriate of expressions as you react to having a Conceptual Intelligence in your head currently overclocking your body to reach this euphoric slowdown.

Turning your blue eyes back to Mala, you see that to your surprise time wasn’t completely standing still. As your conscious said, everything was moving astronomically slow as your heightened thought process and all senses were moving normally in this frozen space. More than that you begin to ponder how much time could flow in this space and how different it would be in the real world. For example, a few seconds in the real world could be hours if not days for you here. Weeks, months, years, decades, or perhaps even centuries if you choose to influence your perceptions especially that of time to achieve such time gaps.

It was rather freaky but you gave yourself time to adjust to the knowledge. During that period another thought process came to mind as you thought back to when Orana first gave you the golden girdle. To help train you, your mind splinter itself to make another copy of yourself to undergo simulations with a chosen warrior to teach you all that you need of the Amazonian culture and lifestyle, including their military and martial practics. That sensation was still active throughout all this time, not once showing signs of change. Thus due to your actions, you ended up transcending that program and truly created a dual consciousness within yourself.

Thinking that everything in your life after that meeting began to make sense for you. How Mr. ESPer was able to make another copy of you, how you achieved enlightenment, how you were naturally great at multi-tasking, all of your mental/ feats, even the one where you ended up in the Centre and the creation of Trihexa was in correlation to the Golden Girdle residing within you. Before you even knew it the device has permanently become apart of you, shaping itself to truly be your own. And now back at its homeland and in a newfound body it was able to truly be living up to its true potential both in mental and psychic prowess.

>>4569893

Still, you can’t help but feel like Satania may also have a hand in this as all of this was just way too coincidental for you. But putting that aside, you turned your attention back to Mala as you let your super-computer conscience take over. “And now someone just saw me and will undoubtedly warn the other amazons of my presence. Most likely thinking I’m some sort of intruder or abnormality that should be taken care of. Just great…”

Rolling your eyes at being thrown into another problem, you choose to think back to Rachel’s mediatory stances and the Qigong breathing excises. Slowly folding and crossing your legs into a yoga position, you try to center yourself and temper your emotions. “Stay calm Sarena...you always manage to strive against adversity and pull out a reversal of fate. Just keep yourself composed, centered...poised”

After some deep breathing, you effectively chose to disengage further as your blue eyes lid up, pupils slit like a ferocious beast as you let your Trixhena side out. Eh screw it. If the multiverse is going to condemn me as the biggest thot out there. Then I’ve better put that thottery to good use and peacefully remedy the situation. Especially with my ascension into divinity. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already lost my original body to the biggest jerkface in the multiverse. And to think she’s supposed to be me! Argh, Abaddon is making me wish I was only dealing with Satania. At least Satania can be reasoned with...even if all her help has been screwing me like some monkey’s paw. Which is just my own fault since she’s said that she is the devil and scarlet woman. ...which says a lot about me considering we’re two sides of the same coin. Whatever, I’ll deal with that mess later.

With both of you and your conscience in agreement over what to be done, time would resume back in track as Mala was about to bolt at you. Embracing your inner self as Stacie Sulman you started to become much campier as you start hamming up your provocative display. Letting your body speak for you did you begin using facial expression and gestures to convey your thoughts and emotions to Mala. All while flaunting your inner thottery through your body language. Accompanying your sauciness was a divine aureole to further illustrate your point as a positive entity despite currently seducing Mala to your side. Stopping her in her tracks.

>>4569895

Even without your voice, you still have that otherworldly influence on people as your charisma and eloquence display themselves perfectly with the utmost care in etiquette. As well that overwhelming raw power that gave your presence such potency as a soothing force of nature. It was always generally able to inspires those to follow you, or as an overwhelming fearful aura that forces them to obey you. But upon your ascension it became even more prominent but unlike before you could willingly control it like an on and off switch. Still, you were rather surprised at just how remarkably well you are at articulating your thoughts through body language. Perhaps losing your voice wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Eventually, after finish your long-winded explanation through your tantalizing dance, you take a moment to silently catch your breath. Keeping your warm and soothing smile, you merely place your hands against your back as you awaited Mala’s answer. It was certainly a lot to package as you boiled down your entire life story in a condense neatly package present. You felt that it would make it easier to understand your case and ask for an audience with the queen to help remedy your situation. But even you would be surprised how Mala took it after gathering her bearings.

Kneeling down with utmost grace, Mala completely prostrating to the goddess in front of her. “Say no more, I understand completely, my grace. Forgive my outburst and wild assumption. Had I know that lady Gaea has chosen you to bring you to this place, I would have not acted so rudely to you. Let me make it up to you in any way possible my fair lady.”

You merely smile at her, closing your eyes as you walk over to pet her on her head. Once again your inner thottery saved the day as you console the amazon.

Looking at you and smitten by your appearance and empathy, Mala simply hugs you as she was positively infatuated by your divinity. “Come, I’ll take you to Queen Hippolyta right away. I need to tell her and amazons that our progenitor Otrera has returned reborn and blessed by both Gaea and Aphrodite.” Mala smiles, grabbing your head before sprinting off. Leaving you making a rather confused face at Mala’s declaration.

>Roll with it as Mala is probably right given your track record
>Try to see if you can speak to Aphrodite to get the facts straight in your mind
>Deny those claims and try to correct Mala's misconception

And what do you do first for your tasks here?

>Head to Queen Hippolyta and talk to her directly about how she can help you
>Take things slow and explore your surroundings and get to know the amazons
>Look for Kori (Starfire) and try to reunite with her
>Try to get your original body back through divine will
>Write-in

>>4569900
The rolls made >>4554288 will carry over for your presence and first impression for the amazons. So with that, it's safe to say that you'll be turning Amazon into loyal followers/simps provide you don't screw things up. As for the consciousness thing I was referencing your previous roll for your yearly training in your mindspac/metaversee and it's only fitting the high rolls that the fruits of your labor would come here.

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>>4561582
You have Aphrodite's blessing and luck/fortune so probably depending on how you answer. Especially with that nat 100. You even got her blond hair due to the girdle.

A blond jew with blue eyes will make the nazis seethe immensely at this ubermensch

>>4569900
>>Roll with it as Mala is probably right given your track record
>Head to Queen Hippolyta and talk to her directly about how she can help you

>>4569900
>>Try to see if you can speak to Aphrodite to get the facts straight in your mind
>Head to Queen Hippolyta and talk to her directly about how she can help you

>>4569900
>Try to see if you can speak to Aphrodite to get the facts straight in your mind
>Head to Queen Hippolyta and talk to her directly about how she can help you

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4570312
>>4570097

Rolling the dice for this; if it's 1, we just go with it, 2, and we try to contact Aphrodite.

>>4570097
>>4570312
>>4571174
>>4571178
Looks like I'm gonna do both. Just for the record, could you give me a 2d100. I want to see if Aphrodite will also be crushing on you hard or have some resistance as a goddess.

Rolled 28, 49 = 77 (2d100)

>>4571318

Rolled 29, 67 = 96 (2d100)

>>4571318

Rolled 42, 35 = 77 (2d100)

>>4571318

Rolled 5, 40 = 45 (2d100)

>>4571318

Is Maruta kill?

>>4580513
Nah, probably just busy. Still, we should archive this, seeing it's on page 10 now.