"Fuck you, I do what I want. I just may happen to want you-"
~ Scaramouche
~ Failed God
~ Has a pussy
♡ Modeled off what Beelzebul
herself had
~ Massive brat
♡ Needs put in place
~ Bottom whore
♡ Won't admit it, unless fucked
stupid
"N-not..."
He tried to resist a little, however his body wouldn't allow it. His hands that tried to push Cyno away were now gripping the Mahamatra's legs so he wouldn't go far.
"Pathetic..."
He mumbled, no disagreement in his voice as he just inhaled the other's scent.
He grabbed his head and rubbed his hips over his face, like he was fucking it.
"Mmh... Smell that now?
Your brain is melting little god...
Pathetic as ever."
"Tch- Get away from me you fre-"
His words died in his throat, body shivering before going lax. His eyes glazed over almost instantly, the puppet unable to avoid breathing in that heavenly musk.
"Smells... intoxicating... hypnotic, even..."
He mumbled, drooling a little bit.
He smirked and lifted the piece of clothing that covered his hips, revealing under it the black tight pants he already saw.
"Take a whiff -god-."
He said while grabbing his head and pushing it into his sweaty and musky crotch.
Scaramouche opened his mouth to shoot back a retort, however he was caught off guard. He gasped as the fist connected with his stomach, the poor thing crumpling to his knees like a sack of rocks.
"Fuck... you..."
He mumbled, glaring hate up at the man before him.
He looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
He knew what Scaramouche was talking about, after all he perceived that look on his skin...
"Well... You'll get the opportunity to worship one soon."
He said with a smirk, using that moment of doubt from Scaramouche to get close.
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The puppet tried to pay no mind, however the bulge he saw completely caught his attention and threw him for a loop.
"I uh... never seen one of those so close."
He admitted aloud, not expanding on what he meant as he stood across from Cyno; arms crossed over his chest.
"I don't think so."
He growled, looking at him while falling down to the ground on his feet.
Scara had a glimpse, for a moment while he was under him, of something not anyone could say to have seen.
His massive bulge, hidden under his clothes, covered by those tight black pants.
Scara brought his feet up and kicked off of Cyno's chest, jumping back several feet. When the Mahamatra attempted to kick him in the face, all the doll needed to do was duck and move under his attacker.
"Stop fighting, perhaps I'll allow you to live after I've fully ascended."
The electricity shook his body, making him let go of Scaramouche's body.
The mystical armour protected him from part of the damages though.
"Tsk..."
He growled looking at Scara, and rapidly returned to the attack, jumping towards him and trying to kick the god in the face.
A look of pure horror spread across Scaramouche's face, though it turned into a cocky smirk as the lightning hit his back.
"I'll show you the difference between a God and a mortal."
He brought his hands up and clapped them around Cyno's ears; electricity flowing from his hands.
He smirked lifting his head, looking at the thunderbolt coming down.
He grabbed Scaramouche and lifted him above his head, letting the "God" be hit by his own attack.
"You can't do anything right now.
You are lower than a mere mortal."
Cyno chuckled cruelly.
Scara whinced as his hair was pulled, electricity crackling off his body; storm clouds forming over head.
"That'll be your fate, you shall be the first worthless human to decorate my throne!"
Suddenly a large thunderbolt came down from the sky, arching viciously towards Cyno.
He grabbed his hair and pulled on them, lifting his head while looking into his eyes.
"I will humiliate you doll.
Make you scream and cry for having tried to attack me."
The general Mahamatra wasn't just threatening the doll, he was stating what would have happened from now on.
Scaramouche threw bolts of lightning down at the Mahamatra as the armour appeared around his body, though it was a bit too late.
Letting out a grunt, he winced as the force of Cyno bringing him down cracked the ground beneath them.
"That all you got, mutt?"
The purple armour of Hermanubis appeared around his body.
With a grin, he jumped, reaching Scaramouche with ease and grabbing his neck before slamming his body down on the ground with all his weight above the doll.
"My only god is my Archon.
I serve her laws."
"The only one who'll be begging is you, Worm."
The puppet said with a smirk of his own, floating in the air as electricity crackles around him.
"Revel and rejoice, for you gaze upon you're new God."
"Yeah sure...
We will see now."
He gets closer to the Doll, looking into his eyes.
A smirk across his face, scary and cruel.
"You will end up begging like he did."
"Tch... I have no clue how you defeated him, but he doesn't possess even a fraction the power the other harbinger possess; definitely nowhere near mine for sure."
@BalladeerGod
The puppet has heard there was another version of himself out there, also striving for Godhood...
Never thought he'd have to go fight himself, but there can only be one New God in this Era-
@TheAnem0Arch0n Almost as if in a trance, the puppet got down on the floor, pulling Venti to the edge of the bed.
"Best gift ever..."
The ravenette said softly, leaning forward and kissing along the bard's shaft.