As I have risen to this level, I have several of my duties that I must finish and commit towards. Becoming a half-divine doesn’t just end with that—I need to establish a baseline where my sense of divinity might grow. However, my case is even more special since my existing divinity stands at the centre of creation, thus, as long as people live and breathe, so does my divinity.
Right now, I haven’t become whole, and I have to do many things to even become complete. It is only then that I will rise to the topmost position and fill the highest seat within the cosmos, and that will take time and patience. But until that happens, I need to get stronger and increase the range of power I have.
It means extending my sense of reality far beyond what anyone can simply glimpse, building my divine army, increasing the divinities I can touch, and growing without stopping. This would also come under the list of things I need to do. The only way I can truly be free is if I grow stronger than the ones who are playing with me.
‘I have protection for now, but it won’t last forever.’
A small worry that stays in the back of my mind, I have to say. It’s not easy to get rid of that thought, either. The one supporting me—the other “me”—is handling it all, an ancient contract holding all the power that is keeping me safe. But the other side is still trying to make me fall, and I need to be careful.
‘If I grow beyond them, then they will forcefully try to take control of me.’
The truth lies in the fact that I have something that makes me me—a certain power within me that only I can access and use, a gift from the other side that is only known by me alone. With it, I also need to slowly start building my divine kingdom in a sense.
‘Or, in my case, a divine harem?’
A small chuckle stayed in my mind at that thought as I looked down at Farah saluting me like an absolute god, my eyes flashing with a hint of absolute blood as I saw through the connection between me and Farah—a strength of power that would break through all. And as powerful as I seem, even I can’t simply make someone into a divine.
There are two ways for the divine: to either be born and created as a divine or to grow into one, the second being the hardest to achieve. Though as absolute beings at the top, they are able to help push some of it around, allowing certain ones to provide support that will make it easier to transition into a divine.
‘Growing from the divine blessing, I say.’
A small muse started to bloom within my heart as I looked at Farah; the secrets hidden within her were now clear for me to see. The range that Farah can reach in her life is mind-blowing—the perfect final product created from that ancestor of blood and the angel queen, the new species of power that will rise in the world.
In a sense, Farah is the beginning of her species, giving her the ability to create more of it, and along with it comes the gift of the first bloodline within her heart, allowing easier access for her to reach the central divinity she needs to become the god of her own species—a very noble and one-of-a-kind position, I have to say.
However, in the end, everything created finally belongs to the creation goddess. Even then, the power that Farah will hold and command as the unique beginning will be beyond what most gods can even begin to handle, and I am lucky to have her fully connected to me. The connection between us now only strengthens with me as a half-divine.
I have a unique connection of hers thriving within me. In a sense, if Farah had reached becoming divine before me, then I would have lost the connection I have with her. She would have risen to a position of power that I would have never been able to control, and perhaps I would have ended up becoming her slave once she had her own identity as a divine.
I myself am feeling an omniscient power within me, a power that is growing my ego and making me feel as if I could toy and play with mortals as I desire, so one doesn’t have to guess how bad it would have been for me if Farah ended up walking into divinity first.
‘Thank god it didn’t happen. Oh wait, aren’t I also a god now, so am I thanking myself?’
Cutting off that unique point of thought, I focused on the connection. With me reaching divinity first and having the unique path I walk, I now hold absolute reign over Farah. She is mine and mine alone, my queen warrior who will be the first lead of war—a queen general who will drive the world with blood if I command her to.
The first of the legions that would be of use to me has been created. Thus, the push-forth has now taken place, and it also means guiding things. The only downside for it is that Farah has completed her own mental growth, her presence now feeling like an absolute Empress that no one can deny or refuse.
And it has also affected her mentality too; she now knows what she is, and she now knows what path she can walk. She is now the absolute, and my first sword, and the arrogance that brings to her mind is beyond what anyone can understand, which means messing with her anymore would only be bad for anyone.
“Come.”
I commanded, my power rippling forth as it covered over Farah, a small change indeed to be made, and Farah understood it, for she didn’t even rise from her kneeling position, her hands on the floor as the stunning beauty of an Empress who rules over blood started to walk toward me like a dog.
Not a hint of anger or any sort of disgust at the request, only endless fascination at the fact that she would even walk so close to me. Thus, like a loyal dog, the Queen Empress reached me, and I only had one command.
“Suck.”
And thus, with bated breath that couldn’t be held, desires that couldn’t be held, loyalty that couldn’t be stopped, Farah crawled forward, reaching my seat as she sucked on my right forefinger, her cool, warm mouth wrapping around my finger, her tongue eagerly touching against it. The moment it did, I saw her body tremble, and her eyes rolled up against her head.
‘Guess even this level of stimulation is a bit too much.’
I mused, but I didn’t let the situation unfold too much as I felt her warm tongue on my finger. Just the fact that she could do this filled Farah with too much glee that she was going into an orgasm, but I couldn’t let things fall for now, as I commanded.
“Focus.”
I spoke, shifting a bit of her desire, which helped her as Farah got back a bit of her bearing, holding my hands with extreme focus as her fangs took a small bite of my finger, and along with it came a single drop of my blood into her mouth, falling to her tongue. For Farah, this was the divine call.
“Um~”
She trembled with ecstasy, her body zig-zagging forth as her eyes totally rolled up. I could even smell the deep scent of her honey pot as that one single drop flowed through her body. Normally, a single drop wouldn’t do this, but this drop is a special one, making this woman into my first sword—a divine follower of only my divine.
As I said before, I am unique in a sense. All of creation finally falls into the hand of the creation goddess, but it’s different for me. I can create my own ones, their souls, presence, and fate fully falling into my hands, which means they would become my creation, only mine to judge and only mine to punish and control.
Thus, as I pulled my finger out from Farah’s mouth, a string of her saliva attached to it as Farah seemed to be in an ecstatic gaze, her mind still wrapped from the divine taste of my primordial blood that is now connecting her whole self to me. In a moment, a cocoon of blood wrapped around Farah, hiding her from the world.
My eyes flashed, and I used my divinity to hide this from the entire divinity realm; only the ones who would be able to see this would be the creation goddess. But I am sure they won’t stop this, having gotten an idea of how their minds work. To them, this would be more of fascination and understanding than hate.
My hands were back on my seat as I watched the new soul of my divine kingdom being born—the first Queen Empress that would be my general within my divine kingdom. Though the small worry about how much she acts around me, this extreme sense of loyalty and twisted love coming from my own divinity changed to match those feelings as such.
‘Not like I hate it.’
I mean, which man would?
