Absolute Depravity: Reincarnated with a lustful System

250  Chapter 250 - The Creation Of A God[18+]

Destinesia, the land of fairies was a plane much like the otherworld, but the vibrant light and lush greenery set it apart from any other. Walking through the meadows of white winter lilies, Atlas had his face shadowed under a dark brownish hood. Staring into the distance at an expanse of orchids, his eyes wandered branch to branch spying out the ripe golden apples.

"Tehehe!" Flying out from the bush of lilies afoot, a playful pack of translucent fairies flew up the emperor's sleeves and scattered through his unkempt silver hair. "Ey! Ey! What do you want mister?"

Being newborns of the land, they had little clue about the emperor's title. Yet curious by nature, they threw caution to the wind and even treated the god of their world as a playground for their deviancy.

"I'm trying to find your godmother, can you take me to her?" The emperor mumbled as he continued on wandering.

His memories had failed him once more, and the familiarity of the land where all spirits were once birthed had now completely escaped his mind. Scattering through his hair their wings light up in tint and shade as they fly around in there. Giggling to themselves and each other, the trio of elemental fairies finally answered the emperor's question.

"She's probably in the orchid's shade," said the green-eyed forest fairy.

"She's sooo oldddd, she would probably burn up looking at your light complexion, kekeke!" Chuckling about, the red-eyed fairy of flame cracked a joke that giggled out for a long while.

"Why are you looking for her anyways?" Asked the water fairy once she was done laughing at their lackluster sense of humor.

"I…" Taking a deep breath, the emperor shut his eyes as he continued to walk toward the orchids. For a while, he let his mind wander, but then having worked through his emotions, he opened them back up and replied. "My father and hers used to be companions, in what way that was? I have no clue, but before he died he told me to look for her when I needed help the most."

"Help? What do you need help with?" Laying belly down on Atlas's head, the fairies got really comfortable as they listened to the emperor's story.

"That, I cannot tell you," the emperor replied, a light chuckle escaping his lips.

"Hmm? You're no fun then," said one of the fairies, the emperor couldn't ascertain which one.

When he finally arrived at the golden orchids, a sea of translucent spirits emerged through the trunk of every tree. Standing on both sides of the path, they showed him where he wanted to be as if they had read his mind.

'I wonder how much these guys know about what's happening in Atlas?' Unsure whether the true spirits knew about the events outside their plane, the emperor kept moving with the fairies now gazing with awe at the peculiar sight in front.

"Mister! Mister! Are you someone important?!" Visibly surprised, the water fairy couldn't help but ask.

"I wouldn't say important, burdened perhaps suits me better?" Not wanting to ruin the playful tone of the fairies, the emperor kept his identity hidden as it would only make things awkward at this point.

"You're lying!" Her head burning a slight flame, the fire fairy looked around all the high spirits bowing at the emperor as he passed them by. To her, the very fact that her primordial ancestors were lowering their heads to a simple man was an insult she wasn't willing to take.

"I am, but it's for your own good," moving his hand in front of them, the emperor teleported them off his shoulders and put them on a nearby branch of the orchard trees. "Nothing good comes out of staying with me so stay there now."

Whispering the last part to himself, Atlas kept walking forward until he reached a shrine of mossy stones laden with flowers. Like outreaching fingers an array of elevated stone pillars made up the semblance of a throne. Walking along the stone-paved path, the emperor laid his eyes on the queen of all spirits and the one he called the godmother of all fairies. Sleeping with her arms stretched to the side and her face pressed against the stone, she was lost in a deep state of slumber.

'The bubbly tangerine hair…She never changed, did she?' Getting down on his knees, he brushed off a strand of hair resting over her eyelids. Then as he noticed the spirits behind him all slowly disappear to give him some privacy, he ran his fingers down her fair skin to feel the touch of a woman once again. 'I can hear us two laughing as we played in the cradle of the cosmos.'

Reminded of a much more innocent time, his eyes were numbed with tears but he barely managed to keep them from flowing. Breaking the moment, he noticed her eyes prying open and slowly turned to look right at him. For a spell, the queen of spirits kept staring at the man in front, trying to figure out who it was. However, the moment she realized it was Atlas, a warm smile came over her face.

"Is it time? Your father told me you'd be here," she mumbled, stretching her limbs.

"What else did he say?" Atlas asked, getting up on his feet and offering her a hand.

"Everything, he told me everything that would lead you to be here," taking his hand, she got up on her feet with her translucent attire wet from morning dew.

Glancing her over, Atlas could've sworn she used to be more mindful and modest, but with only a strip of white cloth covering her breasts and privates, he felt as though he was standing in front of a goddess of bounty.

"Then you probably know what I want?" He asked, looking back into her eyes.

Peering at him with her sharp silver gaze, she moved closer to his body until her breasts were pressed against his chest.

"If your soul dies your body will revive it, if your body dies your soul will do the same, but as god in a world, so you must leave behind an heir despite not possessing your father's talent for creation."

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Running her hand over the fabric of cloth covering her body, she turned it into water and revealed mortal shell that he cannot leave, you and I are both doomed with a mortal fate," getting up on her toes, she grabbed the side of Atlas's face, then peering into his pearly silver eyes, she let her lips and pressed them against his lips. Feeling her tongue crawl into his mouth, Atlas felt poisoned by the womanly charm of a goddess, yet reminded of how Asmodia had poisoned him, he gently pushed her away.

"Destinia, I didn't come here for this," Atlas complained, although there was not a hint of rage reflected in his eyes.

"I know, but as the goddess of souls, this is the only way for me to help you," taking a step back, she sat on her mossy throne decorated with flowers. "You and I both know that you're not long for this world, so you must leave behind an heir despite not possessing your father's talent for creation."

Running her hand over the fabric of cloth covering her body, she turned it into water and revealed underneath it a sight that would poison the minds of even the greats of sages.

"I'm no stranger to my mortality, as a god, I can't part with my mortal shell and so I'm forced to pass on much like a king, but you and my angels…" Looking right into her eyes, he showed not a speck of lust on him. "You're all going to live forever so long as they turn themselves into pure souls as well, which is what I need your help with."

Looking right at him, Destinia said not a word but her smile portrayed the answer she was trying to give. Grabbing her thighs, she spread them wide open and kept peering at Atlas before striking up a deal.

"If you want me to use my powers to keep them alive after your death, then you must offer me something to remember your presence," knowing full well that Atlas's angel would perish the moment he dies and leave the world in chaos, Destinia didn't want to be burdened with the world as she would much rather spend her eternal life in the land of spirits. "Besides, the world will need a god, and I do not want that to be me."

In silence, the emperor kept his gaze fixed on Destinia. He knew her deal was the only way to keep the world from descending into chaos, but the thought of killing Asmodia and then having the remaining angel's server under his heir after he was gone, he wasn't too sure if it would ever work since the demon lords were bound to keep on rebelling.

"Promise me…" Clutching his fist tight, Atlas began to move closer to the queen of spirits. "My child will live forever, and so will the family of angels that have served me so diligently."

With a smirk, Destinia replied.

"I'll scrub their memories clean, and everyone, no, the angels that remain after you're done with your crusade will serve under an eternal god who will be both pure spirit and pure body and can be anywhere and everywhere all at the same time, while also being nowhere at all."

"Very well then," content with the terms, Atlas grabbed onto Destinia's arms and leaned in closer to begin the creation of a god. A god that could potentially overcome the shortcomings Atlas has, and perhaps even surpass Atlas's father, the creator of all that is and all that ever will be.