Thread: The Goddess and the Horde

EpicSmutMistress said Celestia perked her head up from her bed when the sounds of battle rung into her bedchamber. She sat up, running her fingers through her head tendrils with a yawn and a big stretch. It sounded as though her servants were fighting off intruders...a great many intruders by the ruckus they were making. Her bed was a massive circle, padded with a multitude of angel down pillows and silken sheets. It stood raised nearly thirty feet in the air atop a great obsidian pyramid backed against the far wall. Only three staircases marred the sheer surface of the black stone. The rest of the chamber was pure blood marble. Pure white marred only by crimson veins of a gem not found on the mortal plane. After a good long stretch she sat back down and summoned a pair of her honor guards. Ethereal suits of armor filled only with magic. Go see what the fuss is will you? She turned around and prodded the man sleeping face up on her bed. His jaw was slack, he didn't respond. She prodded him again then held her hand to his forehead. With a sigh she removed it. Dead. Again. It was becoming harder and harder to find men capable of surviving a night with her these days. Oh well. Waste not... She held her hand to his chest and his flesh began to dissolve, pulling into her hand bit by bit until he was no more. Consuming his essence was quite refreshing, in fact she was glowing lightly. She decided to wait and see who was so bold as to invade her sanctum. Still unclothed she crossed her legs and leaned back on the bed, waiting for the intruders to reach her. Click to expand... Though many of Celestia's servitors had been capable warriors, the invaders were legion in their number, battering down defenses through sheer bloodthirsty determination and strength in numbers as they ravaged their way through the grand temple seizing and looting as they went. No mere mortals, it was a host of demons who even now were mopping up what defenders of the faith were left, and in short order, Celestia's personal honor guard were overwhelmed by a full battalion of soldier demons. Clad in crude black armor they burst in through the massive doors to her bedchambers in their wanton ransack. The beastly creatures bore only a vague resemblance to humans. Hulking, apish in their figures, with long arms, hunched backs and mottled, speckled flesh bulging with brutish strength as they swung crude axes and mauls. Their were nearly a score of them here, looking about the inner sanctum, so fiercely guarded as to raise there hopes for some massive treasure trove, they were greeted only by the raised altar and the naked goddess upon it. Barely cogent, the soldier demons beat their fists and weapons against their shields in disappointment. Their search for gold had led them here to what they thought to be a paltry single female, the significance of her radiant glow and accommodations lost on them in their lust for gold. Ascending the stairs, their brute of a sergeant gestured at her curtly with his axe, You there, wench! He growled out through fanged jaws, If this is what your people call treasure, He gestured at the arrayed finery, Then you'd best hope you can slake our lusts without gold or jewels. He grinned in a threatening manner, standing at the foot of her massive circular bed.