LIVYA
1266 Words
"It's awkward being naked in front of a woman when nothing is going on," Chris sighed.
The demon smiled, revealing sharp teeth, but raised a hand peacefully.
"If one day you grow more powerful than I am, or you're able to withstand my overwhelming presence, then I will become yours, and you will be free to do with me whatever you like."
"No be lie!" (very true!) Chris exclaimed. In a burst of void step, he closed the distance between them. His eyes were inches away from hers, their lips almost touching.
"You're gorgeous. Your ass attracts me so badly, and your breasts are practically yearning for my lips. Shall I steal a kiss, beautiful?"
Bam!
"Fuckkkkk! Jesus!" Chris screamed as he collapsed to the ground, clutching his groin with both hands. Veins bulged across his muscles, forehead, and neck.
"If you can't endure such a small kick to the balls, then you're not worthy of a kiss," she mocked, covering her mouth with one hand.
"You... you could have just said no! f**k! I think you cracked my eggs!" Chris rolled around in agony.
[25x Recovery Engaged]
"Relax. You will heal. That's why you possess the system."
"How do you know about that?" Tears streamed down his face as he asked, still pressing hard against his private area.
"Listen, boy. I have been watching you since your soul entered the void mountain — your near-death experiences here, your stubbornness, your Naija fire, and your refusal to break. It all amuses me," she explained, taking a seat in the air with her legs crossed.
"Okay... that's weird. I didn't want to be watched. That's a privacy invasion," Chris said. "You know about the system? How? And if you know about it, that means you're aware I'm not from this world. Am I right?"
The Naija youth rose to his feet. From the system's screen, he pulled out his grade 5 brown robe and began dressing while keeping his gaze fixed on the demon.
"There are many like you who died in their world and were sent here," she narrated. "Some were given overwhelming power from the start, others nothing. A few received a slow path to power through gifts, talents, and many more."
"Who are you?" Chris asked. "When you first revealed yourself, I couldn't withstand your demonic spiritual pressure. Now I can endure it a bit. I'm guessing you suppressed your power. I'm also guessing that's why the system refused to answer my call — probably because it was afraid of you. You're an anomaly."
Chris glared deep into her eyes as he floated mid-air, legs crossed.
The demon laughed softly. "You're a clever boy. Too clever — a warning." She raised a finger. "Sometimes the truth wins and sometimes it doesn't, no matter how many years go by."
Chris swallowed hard. Her intense gaze gave him a slight headache, and sweat rolled down his chin.
"Okay, thanks for letting me know," he replied, keeping his body calm.
"They call me the Devourer," she grinned, her eyes glowing faintly.
"Hmmmm. Devourer. Do you devour d***s?" Chris chuckled, tears still leaking from his eyes.
"Brat. I do not devour d***s, but I have had my fair share of them," she replied, her face turning red.
"Will mine be one of those anytime soon?" The Naija youth winked.
"Hahaha. No! I doubt you can rise beyond the God Realm," she mocked.
"So there are realms beyond the God Realm?" He supported his head with one hand.
"Yes, there are. The mortal realm is but a newborn in the world of cultivators. The God Realm is like a teenager still learning about the world and the surrounding stars."
"So for me to have you, what will it take, beautiful?" Chris licked his lips.
She thought. *This guy is useless. Too lustful. f**k no, his d**k is dancing inside his clothes. He's by far the worst one sent to this multiverse.*
"When you ascend beyond the heavens and the God Realm, then I will happily accept you as my husband," she answered with a happy expression.
"Hmmm, Omo e go long oh. Before I reach the realm beyond the gods, you fit don already die," (Hmmm, Omo it's going to take a long time. Before I reach the realm beyond the gods, you might have already died,) Chris shook his head in disappointment.
She laughed loudly. "Foolish and funny mortal. You have no idea of the laws beyond the beginning and even before that. They control the multiverse and beyond."
"Tell me about the laws then," Chris said, drifting closer.
She chuckled and slapped his shoulder hard.
[Host Body Status: Shoulder Cracked]
[25x Recovery Engaged]
"Ouch! You don break my shoulder, this witch!" (Ouch! You have broken my shoulder, you witch!) The Naija youth grunted.
"Please mortal, enough with the jokes. As you grow, you will learn about the laws."
"You say? I be grown man oh! Wetin you dey talk self? I'm not a child," (You say? I am a grown man oh! What are you even saying? I'm not a child,) Chris fired back.
"I'm old enough to be your multiversal great-grandmother, boy," she assured him.
"No be lie." (No lies.) Chris nodded softly, his eyes sliding across her curvy breasts. "Still, I like older women. A few thousand years old is nothing to me," he smirked.
"Men," she hissed. "I will leave you to your wild imaginations. Besides, your journey is a very long one, filled with death, friendship, hate, s*x, and children—"
"Stop there." Chris pressed a finger against her lips. "Death no wam. Hate better — no be everyone go like you. s*x fantastic. Children... f**k! No! f*****g around sweet, but I no want kids." (Death no problem. Hate is better — not everyone will like you. s*x is fantastic. Children... f**k! No! f*****g around is sweet, but I don't want kids.)
"Well, I understand your concerns about raising children, but in this world, it is the duty of the woman to raise them. We are the caretakers. I have over a thousand children. A few are dead, some are useless, and less than two percent are incredible," she mentioned.
"Blood of Jesus! Mama of all nations, na you be Abraham for Bible!" (Blood of Jesus! Mother of all nations, you are Abraham in the Bible!) Chris hailed.
"Who's Abraham? You know what, forget I asked. Now you must return to your journey."
"Yeah. I understand. I also have some people that need taking care of," he added.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. A faint demonic mark appeared on his chest, glowing briefly before fading.
"What did you do?" Chris touched the mark. "It's hot."
"You're my disciple starting today. When you're in serious trouble, call upon me and I shall answer," she commanded.
"What do I call you?"
"Call me Livya." She snapped her fingers, and they returned to the scorched battle zone.
"Livya! Na f**k, I wan f**k oh! I no wan dey do discipleship with you!" (Livya! It's f**k, I want to f**k oh! I don't want to be doing discipleship with you!)
"Do not disappoint me, little mortal." Her voice echoed, her form beginning to dissolve into swirling shadows and distant starlight.
Her voice echoed as it slowly faded into the cold wind.
"Alright, I will not disappoint you, but one day, you go bow to me," Chris smirked.
*I go give you better doggy style.* (I will give to you a good Doggystyle)
"Huf, huf, huf." Chris choked on the ash flying into his throat.
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