Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

"It's not weird to you that Mithras managed to get the Lord to raise Bhaira and Vritra, but kept you three with him at all times and raised you personally? Whatever the reason, as a result, Vritra and Bhaira ended up so much more advanced than the rest of you that they refused to show off to protect your pride.

They are true deities. You, Ahriman, are very close but not quite there yet. Why else would you be so desperate for a new body?

Unfortunate and useless wastes of life. The gap between us is not that big. If Heruka had picked you, together with those vile relics you're hiding in your Divine Roots, you could have defeated me and turned the tide. But Heruka thinks with his cock. And you just got your heart crushed by your favorite slave.

So…you are both useless," Ba'al Agan said with a sigh, going straight for his ancient rival's Divine Root!

'He knows. If he knows the Lord knows. Bhaira's interference has flipped the board game. No sense hiding now. Unleash your Veridi Armaments…and fight for a way out!' Ahriman ordered in a deadpan tone. A certain undead knight's face flashing through the genderfluid deity's mind as they broke into a veil of infinite darkness!

In Bhaira's hands, Heruka and Ananta's Divine Roots went from murky gray to dark purple. An unprecedented blast of infernal power firing out and sending Bhaira reeling!

"Hohoho!" The Weaver's eerie laugh reverberated, the mad Triumvir's gargantuan frame dropping like a meteor and crashing into Bhaira!

Outmatched, Bhaira flew back—forced back to human form by the Weaver's Authority!

Marduk caught Bhaira mid-flight, hoisting her by the face while his lips stretched in a delirious grin.

A billion years of training. A billion years but it still wasn't a contest. Marduk had just made his entrance, but the pressure of his aura silenced all struggles. Making even Ba'al Agan…acknowledge his inferiority!

A Triumvir!

This is a Triumvir—the peak reserved for the three that stand above creation!

"A Wrathful God's role is to prevent the Lord from having to stain their hands. The Wrathful Gods are the Lord's swords, shields, armor, and punishment. What a shame. Bhaira, of the original five, only you still count as a true Wrathful God.

You've done your job like a proper drone. And as your reward…you're going to become my latest experiment.

What will I do to you Bhaira?

Tell me my child...how…can I elevate you?" The Weaver asked in a strangely honest tone. Bhaira had no time to answer. Her soul and root crumbling under Marduk's gaze.

So this was the Weaver's true power—kept in check only by the Lord's deterrence.

But today, Marduk didn't care for the Lord. Or maybe he just cared too much.

Yeah…he just cared too much.

Now the Weaver was one inch removed from squeezing the life out of poor Bhaira. But here...

"I said it before. The Lord's justice can take its time, but when it falls, its beauty makes even the Devil surrender.

Heruka, Ananta, Ahriman you are not gods anymore. Marduk tricked you and you know it. Of the original five Wrathful Gods, only Vritra and Bhaira still count as true deities. I don't need to look at your Divine Roots to know that they are completely fucked up.

There are really people in this world who will betray their family to become a slave master's property.

In the end, only the Lord has common sense. The rest of the Fundamental Principles are trapped in a contest of stupidity. Even I am a bit stupid. But I still know that the result of messing with the people the Lord loves…is complete annihilation," Ba'al Agan said, and with a triumphant smile, dropped to his knees, humbly prostrating himself…at the new entrant.

All the Fundamental Principles arrived the moment next, like Ba'al Agan prostrating themselves at the white-haired figure that now waltzed across the void, closing in on the Weaver.

No one could see their face, yet as their aura unfurled, all became convinced…that the very incarnation of supremacy had made its entrance.

"Praise the Lord!"

"Praise…praise the Lord!" Led by the former First Devotee, the Fundamental Principles paid their respect, venerating the Lord with no care for background, pride or face. Even Heruka and Ananta knelt—Ahriman and Marduk the only Fundamental Principles to stay standing.

The Lord had arrived!

"You are not going to pay your respects?" The Lord asked the Weaver, ignoring Ahriman.

"Only the lesser beings have to prostrate themselves to the Lord. I am Veridi. As a member of the Sovereign Tribe, I do not have to humble myself before you…or anyone else for that matter." The Weaver declared, startling his subordinates with that spontaneous reveal.

"Lord, all I've done was for you. They don't know, but how can you not?

Stop pretending and look at Mithras. You always wanted him to be your First Devotee. Deep down you know I'm right. But would the current Mithras be possible without me? Would your inner wish of making him your devotee have been possible without my meddling?

Of course not. Remember the original Mithras. That one…would have never become your Devotee. Because his heart only had place for one woman:

Vritra.

Only death will break up the perfect love story. I didn't kill Mithras and ruin his many existences for fun and jiggle. I was just trying…to drive him towards you.

Lord, I was thinking that when you realize I've succeeded in giving you what you've always wanted, you…would acknowledge my efforts. But now it looks like I was wrong.

Why was I wrong? Oh well. I will find another way. I am the Boss of the Veridi Mafia after all. Lord, even if you hate my guts…you won't kill me. You can't.

You don't dare!

My gang…would turn the world upside down and set your paradise ablaze!" The Weaver burst into laughter, confident that the Lord wouldn't use lethal force.
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Only the Lord could kill him. And the Lord wouldn't dare, so what was there to be worried about? Even if Our Will punished him afterward, he would still have the final laugh.

But here, Bhaira vanished from the Weaver's hands, reappearing beside the Lord.

"Lord…" Like a little girl, Bhaira hugged the Lord's thigh, crying in frustration.

"It's okay. I understand," the Lord gave a short statement, and after patting Bhaira on the head, stretched out her right index, aiming at Marduk.

"You can't be serious." At first, the Weaver stayed unfazed, but as the Lord's Authority locked on him, and the energy fluctuations of the Thirteenth Secret appeared, Marduk had to admit…that the Lord didn't seem to be playing around.

"Kneel." The Lord ordered, and the Weaver obeyed, falling to his knees in awe and adoration.

Perfect.

This woman…is perfection indeed.

"Marduk of the Veridi tribe, in the span of a single day, you've made the people whom I love the most experience no end of grief and despair. I can't stand you. I could never stand you because from the start I could tell…that your toxic love would only breed abominations.

You are incapable of maintaining a healthy connection and want to punish the world for it. Enough is enough. Even if I must take on the whole Veridi tribe, your life ends now.

Marduk di Veridi…drul…ak'nul," The Lord announced her sentence, the Thirteenth Secret kicking off at last and ripping the Weaver asunder!

Marduk's face twisted into a grotesque grimace, and he burst into light particles—wiped out from his own creation…by an Authority that seemed to warp the very concept of reality!