God of What? 23 (Patreon)

God of What?

Chapter 23

-VB-

Victor “Victim” Marris

People screamed all around him and the street as they dove out of the way of the charging orc that seemed to be targeting him specifically.

If Freya had something to do with this, then he and the rest of the hive mind was going to fuck with her!

At the last second, Victor rolled out of the way of the massive orc. His back ground against the cobblestone street, his shoulder caught a sharp edge, and then he flipped over at the end of the roll. Grimacing a little in pain before quickly reassessing the situation, Victor saw the orc - and the few unfortunates who didn’t manage to get away in time - and how it had stopped… and turned toward him.

‘Freya, you bitc-!’

-VB-

Freya

She watched from afar as a child of Marris frantically dodged the orc one attack after another.

She chuckled at how cute it was. It was obvious to her that the child was a level 1, and had little to no chance against an orc.

Considering how much of a vile creature Marris was, she expected the child to do as his god would and use the people around him as shields for himself. It would make it easier for her future endeavor to see Marris ou-.

… Oh.

The child was leading the orc away from the people.

How … heroic.

She continued to watch as the child let the orc chase him into an alley without any witnesses. It was a pity he was going to die.

And then he turned around.

Her eyes widened as something bubbled up inside the child and -.

He changed.

He physically changed. Where there used to be a child no more than thirteen years old, a crocodile-like monster glaring down at the now smaller orc.

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Victor

Victor glared down at the orc.

Pokemon was one of the powers that the original arrived here with but never really put to use. Why would he? He had a number of other powers that were more flexible.

But in this situation, it was a godsend. Victor’s body was meant to reflect a Level 1 adventurer. With no weapon, armor, and backup, fighting an orc would be a suicide.

So… why not become a Pokemon, whose whole body was a weapon? A Feraligator, to be specific.

He glared down at the suddenly surprised orc whose mind didn’t seem to be able to compute that the human it had been chasing suddenly became a monster bigger and bulkier than it.

Victor wasted no time.

He lashed out with his maw, opening wide and aiming for the orc’s pig head. The orc squealed and tried to push back against him but to no avail. Feraligator jaws clamped down on the neck and head of the orc.

And he spun vertically.

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The orc squealed… and then had its head twisted off of its body as the child-monster spun in place. She knew what this was, if only because she was a deity. This was a “death roll” of a crocodile.

The spinning tore the orc’s head clean off of its neck, and he crashlanded on the ground. Spinning upright, he quickly looked around for any witness before … eating the orc’s head.

She raised her hand and covered her mouth. It was a surprise, yes, but it was also new.

What was that?

How did that child become that? That wasn’t a monster or even an animal. That was something new.

She watched in amazement as the monster turned back into a child… and then glared right up at her. In the wrong direction.

She tittered in her seat.

So he knew! Marris knew that she was going for him and told his children!

“How delightful,” she giggled as she dismissed her sight. “Ottar.”

“Yes?” her right hand appeared. She looked at him briefly and smiled. He was still the sweet child she loved.

“I need you to do some things for me.” She turned her gaze back down to Orario from her place at the topmost floor of the Dungeon. “Don’t worry, it won’t be anything that will keep you from my side for long.”

“Anything you wish for is my mission, kami-sama.”

“Why are all of my children so sweet?” she chuckled without looking at him. And soon, she would have even more children. More interesting and lovely children to love.

-VB-

Alan Marris

“You wut?”

“Monsterphilia was today, so I thought I could go out and have some fun in the streets away from the colosseum.”

“But there was an orc?”

“But there was an orc.”

“...” Yor and I looked at Victor and just sighed.

“So we are in Freya’s line of sight, huh?” I asked, and the other two nodded. “Great. Should we poison her?”

They glared at me.

“What?” I asked. “You just survived an assassination attempt. I think it’s fair if I sent back one. Nothing like a triple dose of 500 units of insulin to kill someone without them even noticing. It ain’t even a millis.”

“No,” Yor objected sternly. “We do not need the rest of Orario burning us and Hestia for killing a god. You know that’s a taboo.”

“Bah,” I tsk’ed. “Fucking rules everywhere. Then what comes after this? Doesn’t Bell get…”

“Attacked by a minotaur again? Yes. If Freya attacks us instead of Bell…”

“Ugh, she might drag a baby dragon up to toss at either of you.”

Yor and Victor groaned in sync.

“Alright,” I grumbled as I stood up. “To the basement. I’m giving us all upgrades to the wazoo.”