Sacrificial Geras (CB#8) + Aeradite short story and stuff below (Patreon)

I spent the last week or so trying to figure out a way to get rid of the clipping but I couldn't and honestly, I'm only satisfied to an extent with this one because it was another practice with grapple holds (I'll go back to high impact vids now, just was trying to diversify my skill set). 

A brief look at Aeradite

Origins: Formed from the black void of space is the ambiguity know as Aeradite, a destructive goddess, who, despite being around for billions of years has yet to explain a damned thing about her actions. She or ‘It’ doesn’t cry, It doesn’t sleep, and her emotions are void as the blackness she came from.

Posing as Aphrodite:

Impersonating Aphrodite; After many of his sons went missing, the All-Father Zeus became rightfully suspicious of his daughter Aphrodite. She’d been acting strange since the disappearances began, forgetting landmark events, missing the usual social cues, and most jarringly, she wasn’t crying anymore. She was like a different person, and, wise as he was, it didn’t take long for the All-father to realize that she was a different person.

As the story goes (lol, just wanted to write that) he and his brothers (Hades, Poseidon) plotted for months in secret, watching his fake daughter from behind closed curtains (in secret), and learning everything they felt there was to know about her. Once they were satisfied, the brothers called for a meeting with all of the gods to address the disappearances. In this meeting, Zeus made the terrible mistake of exposing Aeradite as an imposter while standing just 2 ft in front of her. The ensuing shin to his groin was violent; many of those in attendance even went as far as to say that it was the single most brutal thing they had ever seen in their lives. Aeres recalls it as traumatic; watching the tears stream down his father’s cheeks, and the color draining from his face. Watching the toughest man that he’d ever known crumble to the floor and convulse at the glass high-heel of a beautiful soulless bitch. He watched drool and foam emit from the corners of his idol’s mouth, the smell of urine wafting in the air as a pooling mix of blood and pee formed around his father.

The All-Father laid in a fetal position, grasping his junk with bloodied hands while swimming in a pool of blood, urine, sweat, tears, and vomit. The All-father stayed in that position. (He died)

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1bzbN3j_eaFKnvR3U2lUNGiIBKB5Guwtu/view?usp=sharing