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Stalking through the dimly-lit thoroughfare of the EXSO's compound, a draught drawn up from the deep, winding belly of the cavern it was built into saw Three's cloak billowing behind him. Cultists traversing the walkway bowed their heads before him, muttering small prayers and exaltations in his name. He was, after all, the Inheritor of the Crown of Godhood. The son of the Exalted Seven, and his angel, Freyja. It was good and right that they pay their deference, and heed his grace. Those that did not were swift to earn his wrath.
The latest raid had gone well - a compound, flying no colours, stocked well with munitions and supplies enough to fill the compound's hub for weeks hence. Three himself had been at the forefront - an avatar of endings, sowing death and carnage at the end of his axe. His divine blood sang in battle, where his soul burned a bright beacon to draw the eye of the Valkyries should he fall, and the day's raid had been no different.
To the victor go the spoils, and oh, the spoils were *marvellous* this time.
To his most beloved, revered Five - his twin sister, his mirror - he brought fresh skulls of the slain, for her to add to her collection. To his dear mother, a trinket, torn from the neck of a felled foe. To his father, Exalted Seven, precious information of more bunkers to plunder. And to himself... to himself, he awarded the best prize of all.
A smirk pulled at the corners of Three's lips as he pushed open the door to the cavernous antechamber reserved for worship. It was empty at this hour, but Three could not think of a better place to begin his imprint upon his precious prize. Where better to meet the son of an angel and the ascended one than a holy place? Lashed in chains and forced to kneeling by one of the EXSO's warriors was you - there were shackles of iron about her sweet wrists, chafing her skin raw; the sight coaxed Three's cock to stir. Circling the captive woman like some stalking beast, a low, rumbling chuckle pulled from his throat.
"Worth the effort and then some," Three remarked, his pale blue eye raking up and down the form of his delicious treasure -- of her. His next concubine. No angel, certainly... a mortal lass. But such gifts from the gods had been for his father alone. He was divine; he did not need such a mate to elevate him as his father had. "Sweet girl, look at me. Tell me your name."
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