Dark Crow Rising

Arriving at the anticipated door, Undwote puts his arm up, stopping me from heading any further. I look down at him after trying to get a glance at whatever unmistakably divine beauty lies beyond the frame. The God of Death closes the door slightly and he gestures for my ear to move closer. I oblige him for the moment as his expression turns serious.

"I will repeat myself, do not play into Aahtha's games. Her existence is to pleasure and I sure as every god and goddess I call brother and sister out there do not want her to smell of you."

I blink at the defensive sibling.

"I'd also like to avoid smelling her on you." he adds on with a shiver before he opens the door up. Laughter comes out in closely entwined waves and it only becomes clearer as the smell of food is allowed into my lungs. This grand kitchen all feels very high-floor with polished, decorated sides and full spice cabinets. What catches my attention the most, however, is the fuzzy green creature who is half buried in a plant pot.

"My, my, my... Aren't we being a bit naughty, hmmm?" the goddess I saw earlier remarks to the creature as it hoots and howls excitedly. Shaking her bemused head, the goddess grips and tears off a long, firm yellow fruit or vegetable with a squarish black tip. Right from where its crotch is...

"So who are these two?" I whisper down to Undwote whilst he is still near me. But, he seems to ignore me and instead focuses on securing himself in a tight space. He is too slow, however, and after lifting up her light green dress under that brown apron, the goddess rushes him down. Snatching the small God of Death into the air, bouncing him about like the child he is.

"Undwote!" the motherly goddess cheers with a closed eye smile. Placing Undwote's head against her restrained bust, she teases the impossibly ancient being with a loving hug. Gently laughing as Undwote struggles, the goddess attempts to maintain the position of his head.

"Put me down, Mortha!" Undwote squeaks as the obvious becomes fact to me. But, before she does so, she sneaks in a fat, noisy kiss on his forehead. After Undwote stumbles about on his feet, she places a hand on her cheek, showing off an innocent smile all the while. The small, white-haired boy growls up at his physically mature sister.

I blink, somewhat paralyzed by how beautiful she is, to put it so simply...

Undwote glares my way after smacking my arm, "As for your question, that monkey in a pot over there is Pluuit, God of Plants!"

Is Apahthein still keeping me emotionally docile at all? Did Clohniq do something to him, stopping him from doing so? Is this feeling within me so strong it can overpower the strength of the God of Apathy...? Motrtha, such a pretty name.

"And who might you be, Dear?" Motrtha asks me after she straightens herself out. The small smile she beams my way is contagious and I return one myself, faltering as it may be. For a single moment, my dead heart comes back to life to let me feel a skipped beat.

"I... I-I... I am Nin, t-the workplace companion of your younger brother!" I struggle to let out as the humour about my death fizzles away quickly. I frown as I remember so blatantly why I am here, who has been guiding me about this ship... Death himself.

A warm hand brings me out of my thoughts and my eyes meet her smile again.

"Since when did you replace your puppies?" Motrtha asks the small, pipe-smoking god before some kind of power snuffs it out.

Groaning as the final breath of the pipe wafts away, he smacks away a cheek-pinching grip, "Don't be absurd you insufferable coddler."

Motrtha jabs for his ear and pulls away, "Do not be rude to me, young man."

"Stop treating me like a child!" the God of Death strops with a firm stomp.

"If Dad wants His sons this way then I can only oblige Him. After all, as -the one- allowed to keep a mature form, it is my right." Motrtha smugly laughs as Undwote continues to hold back groans behind vein-throbbing frustration.

"Oh if only my concept gave me rights to-" he starts to threaten before Motrtha blocks his mouth.

"Now, about dinner, am I still making separate portions for your hounds or will you make them portions yourself?" she asks as she gets back to working on the overwhelming quantity of plated and bowled food. Placing my hands on the kitchen island, my right hand idly opens up at an awkward angle. Matching my left hand a little as I actively roll it from side to side.

"You can do it, I don't have time for that right now. Got this here soul to lead around." Undwote explains as he gestures my way. Catching a glimpse of her hair, I turn to Motrtha as she reaches out and opens my right hand the rest of the way.

"It doesn't hurt, does it, Dearie?" she asks as she runs a slender, flawless finger along the wound Waionr left.

"No... No it does not." I answer as my arm nervously quakes.

"Well, let me just get a bandage for it any-" Motrtha starts to say before heels loudly announce someone's arrival.

"Hmmm? What have we got going on in here?" Iishar Ho of all people asks as she struts in with dangerously revealing white lingerie. I blink in confusion as she sets herself up on a small, secluded table with crossed-over legs. Already dense flesh seems all the wider because of it.

Feeling a little heated, I turn to Undwote as he growls at Iishar.

"Un... Undwote, why is Iishar Ho here!?" I demand to know as I hear my heartbeat within my ear canals.

"Aahtha. It's my sister and it seems like she's picked up on your desires-"

"Not entirely..." the Goddess of Pleasure answers disappointedly as she looks slightly over at Motrtha, seemingly enviously. A finger slips down to the thick, white line banding her thigh and she tests the compressing stocking.

"Close your eyes, block your ears, shut off your brain and clog your circulatory system with the mother of all blood clots, Human!" Undwote demands of me as my eyes keep heading Aahtha's way. She giggles between my unstable glances and waves as she lets the laughter move that pair of dark-skinned, pleasure mountains.

"But why is she Iishar Ho!?" I ask as I force my eyes shut.

"Because clearly you had the hots for her when you were alive! Aahtha is whatever your heart desires the most. Just desire a figure of light and you'll see her true self." Undwote explains as the taps of heels suddenly echo up to me from so very close. A developed body presses up on my backside.

Hot breath blows near my ear...

"So, Nin... I have reason to suspect that you are quite eager to be pleasurably distracted right now." she correctly points out as her gloves hands unbutton my ghostly overalls. Slipping ever closer to my bare, spiritual chest.

"A l-little help?" I ask of Undwote as he groans at the goddess currently kissing my bare, spectral neck. Each wet outline feels so nice and it practically burns me alive with tantalizing shivers.