Chapter 1: Prologue
War.
Since the ancient times. Even when civilization was on its infancy. Wars have been fought by all sides. Wether it's for the everlasting need for manpower and resources. Or is waged under the sanction of their gods. Or for the ever illusive and ever abstract concept of "honor" and "glory".
And During these wars. Legends has been forged that etched into the annals of history. Told in books, Weaved in stories, and preached in sermons troughout the continuing history.
But just as legends are forged. Some things also become forgotten. Swept away by the ashes of the past. Empires rise and fall constantly. As ambition gave birth to great achievements and hubris. A never ending cycle. And no matter how many times those blessed with the godlike trait that is pattern recognition warn those in power. The everpresent existence of pride and arrogance in ones hearts. Means that such warnings, are often ignored.
But still. If one bangs themselves to the wall over and over. Then eventually they'll figure out what works. And what's just plain insanity. And that in a nutshell. Is how most civilization progresses... In the mortal plane...
Save for the afformentioned legends of course. Stories has it that the legendary figures of the great past have ascended beyond the skies and into the Immortal plane and have become the gods themselves. Such tales lit up the fires of ambition even further to ones hearts. And become yet even more ways for ambition...
Into hubris...
On another note. Space!
There's a lot of it. In fact, it's everywhere. It is you could say. The final frontier of any aspiring civilizations.
What's that you say? This is not at all related to the previous tale?
Doesn't it really?
Afterall. The mortal plane does exist in space. It is part of a planetary system with a good old yellow sun. With some other planets and rocks to accompany it. And in turn is a part of the galaxy with countless other planetary systems. And in turn the galaxy is a part of the universe along with countless other galaxies.
The mortal plane. Is a part of the universe. So the tale is also a part of the universe' story.
Makes perfect sense right?
Absolutely. The only problem is that knowing that the place you live in is only an infinitely small fraction of the infinitetly gargantuan universe doesn't sit well with individuals that are often used to feeling like the world revolves around them. Especially the ones that are used to being at the top of their world. Including the gods of their world.
No matter how powerful they are. They can't seem to get out of their galaxy no matter what. Whenever any of them tries to leave the veil of their galaxy, they instantly vanishes. Completely.
There is no fanfare in their "destruction". No egregiously colourful beams ending their existence. No 'Will of the universe' that presses down on them. No dramatic monologue of their entire lives as they struggle.
They exist... And then suddenly... They don't.
This. Understandably. Give the mighty gods of The Mortal Plane quite the scare. And they all collectively decided that... The universe is a boring place anyways. There doesn't seem to be anything out there. So why bother? The Mortal Plane is a big enough place as it is.
So there they all are. Both the mortals and the immortals live their lives in and on The Mortal Plane. A place full of wonders and magic. Where strength is everything, weakness is suffering, and the law is a funny joke.
But... Unfortunately... Ignoring the rest of universe does not necessarily mean... That the rest of the universe will ignore you.
And the locals of The Mortal Plane will be one of the few lucky ones... That will be reminded of this fact...
(Scene Change)
Somewhere. between the vast abyss of galaxies. Between the massive space of unreality. Where any concept of existence will instantly vanquished by the cushing weight of the immaterial concept. A massive rift in space is forming. If there were ever an unlucky enough mortal or even immortal being that were close enough to witness it. They will see a seemingly invinsible expansion of space. Before the expansion collapse in on itself. Imploding into a massive purple light. Presuming the poor fellow still lives. Then shortly after they will see something slowly emerging...
A... Massive vessel...
Nay... Calling it massive is a massive understatement. If is as big as the earth itself. And also
To call it a vessel in the traditional sense... Might not paint a completely picture of what it is. One look of it and you might think that you are seing an majestic. yet eldritch metallic angel. Its exterior is a seamless blend of glistening silver metal and living lines of glowing yellow flesh, forming an otherworldly silhouette against the cosmic backdrop. Bristling giant wings, crafted of enchanting feathers and sinewy tendrils, extend from the sides, It's tips leaaving a trails of stardust as it gracefully navigates the dark space between. Bioluminescent patterns dance across its surface, illuminating the ship like a cosmic leviathan.
This titanic beast. Has the official designation by it's inhabitants as the Aiz'kahel Intergalactic Leviathan. Or just Aiz'kahel as it's often called.
The leviathan. Uncaring of the crushing weight of the unreality. Casually travels its way far beyond the speed of light, To the nearest galaxy.
Its destination nonwithstanding. Somewhere within the heart of this otherwordly construct. A trail of steady steps echoed through a hallway of bioluminescent glow emanating from the living metallic walls. Veins of radiant light pulse gently. And the floor beneath is composed of a smooth, translucent material that appears to shift in patterns from each step. The veins get's more intrecate an intense as one approaches the ethereal looking gate.
And as for the figure currently traversing the halls...
If there is such a thing as the goddess of beauty and lust. Clearly their very presence and title is an insult of the highest order. Because the title of goddess is nowhere near enough to adress the perfection that is this figure. And to even suggest that said goddess' beauty is even remotely close in the same universe as this figure. Is blasphemy of the highest order.
The figure's attire is a symphony of flowing fabrics and metallic accents. Clinging to the curves of their body, intricately embroidered with Sensous motifs. The fabric is semi-transparent. Showing their perfect skin underneath. Their flat chest and groin are just covered enough with their lingerie to leave any sentient mind driven wild in imagination.
The figure eventually reached the end of the hallway. In which the gate came to life, parting open with a silent whisper, slowly and gently. As if beyond this point lies something... or someone... that might as well be the heaven themselves.
The figure... or rather... The beautiful male... Proceeds to grace the halls with his steps once again. For the final time...
Beyond the gate. Lies a sanctuary of ethereal beauty arranged in a circular manner. Jutting from the silver walls. A ring of silvery tendrils with pulsing purple veins, illuminating the central area with a dance of purple starlight. In front of them is a chasm of cosmic rivers. A beautiful dance of colorful nebulas and stars strang about on a cosmic backgound.
At the center of this celestial dance, a colossal pedestal stood. Upheld by glowing purple roots that manifest out of the cosmic river. The pedestal cradles a field of purple matress, large enough for dozens of people to sleep on it. The dancing purple starlights illuminating the matress reveals a 5 sleeping beauties. Every single one of them is an earth-shattering beauty that would cause the downfall of empires. All of them in various state of undress, Revealing the fact that all of them.... are males.
And its also clear to see that there is a high degree of affection between them. 5 beauties could be seen sleeping together, limbs and bodies interlocking and embracing one single figure...
His master.
It is a scene that will drive any man and woman mad with lust.
His servant then shifted... He dematerialises into purple stardust, they crossed through the chasm and materialise back into his servant, kneeling right next to his master.
"Rise and shine everyone~~"
His servant declared with much fervor and desire. His voice echoing thorought the sanctuary. Not long after, the beauties were roused, slowly disentangling themselves. Most affectionately addressing their close partners while doing so, morning talks and kisses were made.
There is Serelitha, The Artificer of Peace
Iridonis, The Artificer of War
Val'ara, The Artificer of Life
Xeneth, The Artificer of Substance
And then there is his master, slowly lifting himself up, disentangling with the rest of the fairies near him, revealing an upmost beauty to behold. A pair of eyelids slowly opened, revealing 2 luminous pools of violet grace, each gaze is a hypnotic pull that would draw anyone who is lucky or unlucky enough into the cosmic depth of his soul. A cascade of silky smooth strands of black hair that rival the gleaming tendrils of cosmic nebulae. Which flows down deliciously to his waist. His lithe physique, sculpted so perfectly, so divine in it's form. Poets will write nigh infinite verse of adoration and artist will despair at their inability to capture his essence.
This.. male... this living testament of celestial artistry. Of which beauty is so unreal that some might call it deranged. As empires will crumble, and deities will bow in awe at the wake of his beauty.
His Absolute Testament. On which the very laws of beauty has been inscribed
His Absolute Owner. On which his and the artificers dedicate and owed every single fabric of their existence to.
Sailelia Irthilazen'kha Arch'vul, The Artificer of Reality.
And this very being. Finally speaks.
"Haauuu~~~ mmm.... Good day everyone~"
""""Good day master~""""
Everyone lovingly replied.
As he slowly woke up from his slumber. His testament's reveals his reality shattering nude form in its full glory. His testament rubs his eyes almost akin to a feline and his eyes eventually lands on his ever steadfast servant, Sailelia smiled. his servant, the living and beating heart of his vessel. Is the artificers pride and joy of him and the rest of the artificers. It was their
"What's our current status?" Saileia asked his steadfast servant.
"We have arrived at our next venture. I've already fully touched upon the veil of this galaxy. Its is now completely bare for our scrutiny."
"Hmm! I'm glad to hear that!" Sailelia replied cheerfully. He than crawled torwards his servant, giving a heavenly view of the artificers behind him. Which they gladly witness, all of them both amused and giddy. Knowing what will happen next.
His testament cradled his servants cheeks and then kissed him. His lips, his plump and luscious lips, are the very essence of temptation. They possess the taste akin to that of the most addictive nectar, a sweetness that forever lingers on the lips of those fortunate enough to feel the intoxicating brush of Sailelia's kiss.
"master~ master~ master~ masteerrrr~~~~~"
He eagerly kisses back. Both parties ravenously consumed eachother's lips. Even this 'mere' act of passionate kissing will seem like the most overwhelming show of cosmic love and lust. It may seem tiring to those hearing it second hand. But anybody. Even the most omnipotent of being. Will bow, chant, pray, preach, rave, and droll to the dirt and the universe until the sands of time itself rots into nothingness. Of the constant display of celestial tapestry of beauty they have been graced with.
Unfortunately or perhaps, fortunately. No other sentient being aside from the seven celestial fairies are in the chamber. But perhaps that will soon change.
Much to his servant's silent grief. The kiss eventually end.
"Do you like it? Vaeloria?" His master amusingly asked.
"Of course master~" Vaeloria replied. Still a bit kiss drunk from the experience.
Sailelia nodded. "Hm. I'm glad~"
With the tapestry passed. Sailelia releases his embrace of Vaeloria and stands up. Purple stardust sprouted from the silverly tendrils. Flying directly to Sailelia. Materializing his garments. They drape over his form in a ballet of celestial elegance. Semi-transparent fabrics kissed his skin from neck to feet. Radiating a soft purple glow that accentuates the contours of his curvaceous body. Black and gold metallic accents adorn him. Now forming the image of an image of a seductive dancer of the future.
"That was beautiful master~"
"Indeed, it would be lovely if you could bless us with your fragnant lips too".
Some of the denizens commented. All four of them had already shifted their own garments, Each of them almost as erotic and seductive as their master's. All of them are eager to start their next galactic ventures.
Amused. Sailelia commented "Of course! Anything for my darlings!"
He then proceed to kiss every single one of them, some prefer a gentle romantic kiss, while some ferociously devours the master's lips, which Sailelia gladly reciprocate.
After that, Sailelia asked "I hope you're all sated?" then sensually licked his lips.
"""""We have master~~""""" They all replied in unison. A loving smile etched into all of their faces.
"Alright then. Let's see what this galaxy has to offer shall we?" Sailelia rhetorically asked.
Without any gesture. They all shifted, Emerging somewhere else within the celestial nexus. For the celestial nexus is not just a core of the ship where HIS heart and brain resides. The celestial nexus is almost akin to its own tiny world.
The fairies rematerializes on a platform. Locked in place in the very center surrounded by the cosmic backdrop of the galaxy they're in. They could see that Aiz'kahel has locked itself in place right outside a planetary system.
Sailelia claps his hands. Then a luxurious silver couch with golden trimmings formed on the platform. Big enough to fit all of them. They all sat down, and get down to business
They all synchronise with the Aiz'kahel, and now whatever the Aiz'kahel sense. They can sense it too. And nothing can hide their existence from Aiz'kahel, for his all-seeing Cosmic Feeler Apparatus do not detect mundane physical particles. But instead he detects the very strings of reality, the very fundamental and primordial base component that make up the veil of the galaxy. One might say that it is they hypothetical 'string theory' conjured by a certain species.
Everything within the galaxy is now visible to them.
"Oh?" Sailelia chirped. This galaxy... Is definitely unique in its own way.
"The string's design... They are structured in an awfully sepcific manner... Someone or something with a an archaic understanding of reality strings tried to contort the density of the galaxy's veil to one specific location... " Xeneth commented. Starting the discussion. Eyeing a specific lush planet in the system they are in.
"Yes. And it seems that we... might... have an idea on the culprit... " Val'ara said. The tone of mockery in his voice apparent.
*Chuckle* "Do tell" Iridonis asked, amused. Its clear he also figured this out.
"An archaic society... Where might makes right almost everywhere... A society deeply incentivized by an equally archaic sources of personal power... And all of this because of some extremely self-assured starlings..." Serelitha answered, He wores a neutral expression.
"Hehehe... And with such a system being the norm for a long time... The majority pouplation sees almost nothing wrong with it... The strong are truly respected... Even when its their enemy..." Iridonis smirked. He and the others already had an inkling on what they're going to do.
And Sailelia confirms it.
"Well... I think... This is a fascinating opportunity to introduce ALL OF THEM all kinds of wonderful things. Don't you all think?" Sailelia concluded.
Many worlds turn completely inward. Willfully ignoring the crushing dread of an infinite universe. Fortunately... Or unfortunately... The Mortal Plane will be one of the few privileged to be re-introduced of the infinite universe...
Within the mortal plane. A floating white screen manifested in front of various individuals. With the message:
Greetings and salutations. Esteemed customers. We the Sielian Havenward are but humble merchants from the beyond. We wish nothing but to serve you. We present you all with our Celestial Support System. With this system you can purchase goods and services from our extensive pool of resources and knowledge. They can be purchased using a variety of means. Through your local currencies or through deeds.
If you request further details or assistance. The sytem will aid you.
Lovely regards,
Sailelia Irthilazen'kha Arch'vul
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AutomaticRifle
AutomaticRifle So finally I decided to post this thing. Born out of frustrations for the lack of femboys in any degree of sci-fi setting. Since this is (pratically) my first time writing. I'm not sure if I can commit to this to be honest. I am trying way to hard to be original. And it turns out, being original is hard.
So uuhh... don't expect much. I don't know if there will ever be a next chapter.
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