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The Guild of Gamers, the Dungeon Master
Chapter 01: Grand Ambitions
— Dorian Morgan —
If you asked people what they'd do with near-unlimited power, so many would swear that they'd do 'good'. They'd be the hero, they'd save the world.
Some might admit they'd use it for themselves as well, but only a little bit, as they worked for the betterment of mankind.
I'd tell you I'd use it to do whatever I want. I'd be the only one telling the truth.
Yeah, yeah. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely, but before I'd even gotten a hint of power, I fantasised about what I'd do with some broken cheat power. Joked about my isekai, did choose your own adventure games and built bullshit builds that would let 'me' do anything, lived out my power fantasies in RPG games.
But I've long since realised that most games punish you for being 'bad'. If you make selfish choices, you get punished with bad endings, missed items, and getting dumped because you tried to go for the harem route.
I don't act 'evil' for the sake of it, kicking babies and burning down orphanages, but is wanting to do whatever you want so bad?
Fucking Persona Valentines Day events. So what if I… maxed my social links with every female character? Do you really have to kill my fun right at the end?
The point is, I know what I'd do with unlimited power. I'd do whatever I wanted, living through every single fantasy and whim. I wouldn't go out of my way to be evil, but I wouldn't go out of my way not to be cruel either. If being a dick benefits me, I'll be a dick. If it doesn't, why bother?
If I wanted something, I'd take it, whether it was a power, some magical item or a girl. Or maybe a boy, given some of those femboys and traps.
Maybe I'd save a world or three, but only if it benefited me. Maybe I'd conquer a world or three if I wanted to keep it, but only if it entertained me to do so.
So, when I found another choose your own adventure that seemed to have… basically every world imaginable included, I did what I always did.
I made a build where I could fantasise about a world where I could live the life I really want. No more bullshit classes for a decree I'll never use or dead-end job.
The Dungeon Master CYOA, apparently a second version of the 'Game Master' CYOA which I've never heard of. Odd, given its quality and my active participation in the CYOA circle.
I filled it out, ignoring my essay to spend far too long going over the seemingly infinite choices for a build. I normally go over everything, but this time, I had to give up after several hours.
So, I made my 'build'. See, this CYOA was based around the idea of being a Dungeon Master, being able to summon characters from literally anywhere, grant any power or create any item you wanted. The idea is to run games, but that didn't appeal to me.
Why should I run games for other people to have fun?
Instead, I focused on the summoning aspect because, from a theoretical standpoint, this system has the ability to summon every single nerd's crush.
You could start this with Princess Leia, Velma, Chel, Lara Croft and more at your disposal, adoring and worshipping you. As you gain points by taking actions, you could summon more and more, until every single hot character you've ever seen in a comic, show, movie, or game are at your beck and call.
This was what got my attention, the idea of having the power to prowl the multiverse and claim every waifu I've ever looked up rule 34 pics of.
You're supposed to pick a starter world, but with so many choices, I just couldn't settle for just one. Instead, I started my build with my 'hub' instead.
In the form of a gothic castle, I designed a pocket dimension from which I could explore the multiverse, starting with three portals that lead me to three different universes. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Capes. My three favourite genres.
My plan was simple. I'd use my harem as mercenaries, sending them into other worlds to gather points which I can use to get more followers and empower them further. In an ideal world, I'd never have to leave unless I wanted to.
That isn't to say I didn't plan to go out myself, but I kinda based my build on those idle games where you have heroes you send on quests, which just have a timer.
Lounging on my throne, I scratch my chin slightly.
Hm.
This is either the most lucid dream of my life, or the dream of every nerd has come true for me. My isekai adventure has begun, and I didn't even need to get hit by a truck.
The moment I finished the CYOA, I was here. Something tells me this isn't a dream. Now, am I worried? Am I desperate to go home?
No, not particularly. I have friends, who should be happy for me, and I'll miss my mom, but the CYOA specified that the user would be able to go back to their original world eventually. I thought that was weird when I read it, but now I get it.
Now, as for why I picked a Gothic castle instead of something more modern or convenient like a penthouse or mansion? Well, there's a good reason for that.
"My Lord Emperor, the area is secure, but I can find no trace of your Adeptus Custodes," the kneeling figure says, devotion clear in her tone as she looks down, fearing herself unworthy to look upon her God in the living flesh.
Sister Dominica… of the Adepta Sororitas, a Sister of Battle who truly believes that I am the God Emperor of Mankind, in the flesh.
Yeah, I spent the rest of my points on a space nun.
"The door leads to nowhere but a void, I fear we are within the warp, my Divine Emperor," Sister Valeria adds, a frown on her face despite the awe in her voice.
Okay, two space nuns.
I took so many drawbacks to afford these two.
"Have faith, sister. Our lord would not have brought us here were it not a part of his great plan," Dominica says sternly, taking offence to the fact that Valeria dared to sound even slightly worried in my presence.
"We are here by my design, Sister Valeria. This is not the warp as you know it, but a separate section I have protected from the forces of chaos," I say, my voice far deeper than normal, my eyes glowing golden.
Yeah… I may have based my build around the God Emperor but it's not like I could afford his bullshit Psyker powers so I just got glowing eyes and a cool voice. I mean, technically I made myself a shard of the big man himself, but I'm like the tiniest shard imaginable. I couldn't afford to upgrade it, so I just got the looks and not the actual power.
Essentially, I'm a fraud, and if they were capable of realising that, I'd already be on fire. Still, this system does make me essentially a God…
"We await your will, My Lord Emperor," Dominica says, and I can feel her devotion and faith slowly giving me a trickle of points. It's the same for Valeria.
I designed Dominica to be far more… zealot, while Valeria was more rational. But even rational, she sees me as the reborn Emperor, her literal living God. Worship is one way of getting points, according to the very long tutorial, so starting with two devout worshippers is just smart. Sex is another, which is why they're hot and female.
Look, I couldn't decide on the starting characters with all the pre-existing characters, and I'd just finished being angry that you can't romance Sister Argenta in Rogue Trader.
Hell, my first build was literally a Rogue Trader but… I changed my mind because while I may enjoy the universe, actually being inside it is another matter. Thank fuck for that moment of common sense.
"We are no longer in our universe, Sisters. Time will not pass in our home, Holy Terra will survive my absence," I start, considering how to go about this. "This… reincarnation has taken much of my power, and I handpicked you two to accompany me on this mission throughout countless universes. There are millions of galaxies, untouched by the scourge of chaos, but still threatened by demons and xenos. There are great weapons and warriors that would serve me well in our mission to defeat the heretic, the xeno and the mutant."
"My Lord Emperor… I am beyond honoured to be chosen for this divine mission, but would your Custodes not have been a better choice?" Valeria asks, her purple eyes looking up at me in awe.
Dominica briefly looks like she's seconds away from introducing Valeria to her chainsword for daring to question my choice, blue eyes blazing with fury.
They both have shoulder-length white hair, though styled differently as Dominica's is wilder while Valeria's looks more 'noble', and Dominica has a Fleur-de-Lis tattoo on her face, just under her left eye. She also has a scar on her face, cutting from her lower right cheek to the top of her nose in a diagonal pattern.
I considered twins or actually using Argenta, but decided against it.
"No. It is true that your prowess in battle may not be a match for my Custodes, but you are the perfect choice," I say, silencing her question. "This mission is more than just a search for new tools against the scourge of chaos and the xeno hordes, but a rebirth of the Imperium. I intend to rebuild the Imperium, larger and more powerful than ever before. Free from the taint of chaos seeping into the foundations. You two have an important part to play in that, that my Custodes could not."
I can see Valeria reasoning things out, even as she remains knelt before, just for a moment, her cheeks flush. She instantly clamps down on the thought, seeing it as sinful to even consider, but I simply smile.
"You understand, do you not, Sister Valeria? I no longer have my loyal sons to help me in this endeavour, and I will require more. I was forced to leave much behind, so these sons will be born in a more natural way. Who better than two of the most faithful amongst the Adepta Sororitas to bear them? " I confirm her brief suspicion, and instantly she goes from rational to bright red.
"It would be the greatest honour of all to be granted your divine seed, Divine Lord," Dominica says instantly, her eyes wide as saucers as she finally looks up at me. She's just been told by her god that she was chosen for a mission to save the Imperium and that she'll be bred by said god. Today is like winning the lottery on her birthday, which happens to be on Christmas. You know, if Christmas weren't a heretic holiday, punishable by being incinerated.
"Of course, My Lord Emperor. To be chosen for such a thing is the highest honour a Sister can dream of," Valeria agrees, because that's how I designed them.
They literally worship the ground I walk on. Dominica would lick the ground I've stepped on just for a chance to taste the spot my boots stepped on. Valeria is made to be smarter and more logical, but she's still a fucking Sister of Battle before her Emperor.
If I said 'Fuck it, we're worshipping chaos and loving xenos now', they'd do so happily. I literally cannot be wrong to them.
That's part of my power. Sure, I can summon anyone with enough points, but I can also change them however I wish. I can change their powers, their past, their personalities, as long as I have enough points.
"What do you require of us, My Lord Emperor?" Valeria asks, her face burning with embarrassment at the idea of bedding her Emperor. She's all business, but shy and nervous about failing to live up to my expectations.
I found the idea of the dangerous battle nun, equipped with a bolter and chainsword, being a blushing virgin funny. Dominica is equipped with a flamer, a meltagun and an eviscerator chainsword.
Her job is simple. I point at something, and that something ceases to exist.
"Separating us from our universe, creating this safe space from which we can build a new hope for humanity, was a draining task. I will need you both to help me regain my strength," I explain, seeing the awe and deference on their faces.
Sure, I could use any excuse and they'd believe it, but if I make my reasoning sound more 'in character', they'll respond better.
"I have connected our sanctuary to three universes, each of which has its own threats and potential prizes. These will be our sanctuary. Much like Celestine, the living Saint, death is no longer a permanent end for you. I have bound your bodies and souls to this place, and you will resurrect here if you are defeated," I continue, seeing their complete attention. "But your gear will be lost, and replacing it will cost my limited energy."
Seriously, that power armour and weaponry ain't cheap. I set up an armoury where they can refill on ammo, but an unlimited amount of Sister of Battle gear was laughably out of my reach. Just getting these two wasn't easy.
…and may have caused some apocalypses down the line.
Like, I don't regret it, having these two will make things easier to start snowballing, but it's gonna be a pain. Seriously buffed villains, end-of-the-world scenarios, powerful beings with murderboners for me and my followers.
I blame Sister Argenta for not letting me hit it. When I've got the points, I'm summoning her just to give her some correction. Why give me a Sister of Battle companion if I can't fuck her, Rogue Trader? Answer me that.
"We will not lose these divine gifts, my Emperor," Dominica swears. I do realise that this means that if Valeria were gravely wounded, Dominica would shoot her and bring the weapons and armour back instead of trying to help her.
"I could not bind my own soul like I did yours, it is too grand. You are here as my agents and my protectors. If I am slain in this mortal form before I can regain my might, I will die and my soul will be destroyed. This is the danger we face," I say with a grim expression, their eyes widening. "But the Imperium is facing extinction, and humanity along with it. If the forces of chaos cannot be stopped, they will slowly consume our home. That is why I took this chance, and why we will build a Grand Imperium with the knowledge and power of a thousand universes. That is why we will wipe Chaos from the Multiverse entire."
Except the hot ones.
The pair of Sisters buy into my ramblings with wide, devoted eyes, and I feel briefly bad before I squash it. I'm not wrong, and I did give myself the weakest version of the God Emperor start. I'm technically a shard of the God Emperor but I had so few points left all I got out of it was good looks, glowing eyes and a love of the colour gold.
"All hail the Master of Mankind, the Golden Lord of Terra! We will start a new Great Crusade in your name, gathering the spoils of a million universes for your Grand Imperium!" Dominica pledges, tears of joy on her face at this grand moment.
…and now she's chanting in Latin. Shit, I don't speak latin.
"We will allow no harm to come to you in this moment of weakness, my Divine Emperor," Valeria swears, with the grim duty of someone who has just realised that her entire empire is resting on her shoulders, since she thinks my death would doom the Imperium.
Eh, when I have the points, in the far future, I'll just make my lies the truth. Then, clearly, I'm not lying to them. If you lie but you know it will be the truth by the time it matters, is it really a lie? The reason I picked the weakest version of the God Emperor start is because it made upgrading it later much cheaper. I might not be the true Big E right now, but I will be.
You know, I'm gonna have to think of a reason why their God Emperor seems focused on the women of the multiverse, rather than the tech and powers.
Well, the gamer in me wants to collect cool shit anyway. I can do both.
So, have my plans changed now that I've realised that this isn't just some idle thought experiment?
Absolutely fucking not.
I don't know how I ended up with these powers but I also don't give a damn. Whatever whim of fate or random omnipotent bastard gave it to me doesn't matter.
I'm here for a good time, and hopefully a long one if I play my cards right.
I'm going to explore the multiverse, doing whatever the hell I want until I gather so much power I become unbeatable, or until something beats and kills me. Life is too short to waste doing things you don't enjoy.
There's a wide multiverse out there, just waiting to be enjoyed. Exotic food and drinks, beautiful women, fun powers. Whoever or whatever gave me these powers just gave me the keys to the multiverse and told me to have fun.
And believe me, I intend to.
I thought hard about my world choices when I was setting things up. Well, first I picked 40k but thank fuck I deleted that choice almost instantly.
For the comic-book world I went with DC. There's countless legendary artifacts, sources of power, mythical metals and frankly? I want to bend over Wonder Woman. Okay, that was the main source but also I have my reasons. Amazonian-blessed Sisters of Battle.
If I can study the Amazonians of Themyscira, I can get a major discount on granting their physiology to others. I could just buy it outright, but the system rewards me for gathering people and items, learning how their powers work, so I can mass produce them. Same for Kryptonians, for that matter.
Also, Harley Quinn. I am a firm believer in the hot/crazy scale, but the crazy acts as a multiplier for the hot.
The Sci-Fi one had me really thinking. I was tempted by Mass Effect and Star Wars, because the best alien species are there. I want Asari, Quarian and Turian girls, I want Twi'lek, Togruta and Chiss pussy. But, fortunately, I was smart enough to put my desire to power-game over my love for alien girls.
Which is why I picked Stargate SG-1. Why? Because when I tell these two that weird alien worms are enslaving humans, I can sit back and laugh as the points roll in. It has aliens, but few that really stand out in terms of looks.
Goa'uld are parasites, same as Tok'ra. Wraith aren't great looking, and the Asgard are just little gray dudes and dudettes.
…I'd fuck an Asgard.
Most of the rest are just human-adjacent, which I can't complain about that much given how much I love the Chiss, but it's still not great. What it is, however, is loaded with weird and powerful technology that's just lying around because the fucking Ancients can't clean up their shit.
'Maybe we should do something about the mountain of super-tech we've left on damn near every planet before we fuck off and become balls of energy, guys.'
That one line could have stopped the entire story of Stargate. But noooooo~ we're just gonna leave super-portals, world-ending weapons and all kinds of bullshit all over the place.
I make a mental note to throw the Ancients into the Warp at some point in the future, shaking my head in bemusement.
As for the fantasy world? That took some consideration. I was tempted by a lot, but the one that finally caught my attention was Dragon Age. As for why?
Morrigan- I mean, during the blight, the entirety of Ferelden was being invaded by Darkspawn, and that gives me a mountain of enemies to harvest for points. Also, Morrigan. And I want a Daelish girl to call me a fucking shemlen in bed.
So, where do I start? It's easy to theorycraft in my bedroom, but now that I'm on the actual throne with two battle-ready Sisters of Battle waiting for their marching orders, what comes first?
– Sister Dominica – Like Five Minutes Later –
Bobbing her head, she worshipped the reborn God Emperor with a fervour that would make a planetary governor's concubine blush, taking his divine cock into her mouth as she indulged in a new kind of worship.
Valeria was still removing her power armour, piece by piece, but the Sister did seem just as honoured to be chosen for this divine task. More hesitant, and definitely worth keeping an eye on for even a hint of treason or heresy, but for now, Dominica put the other Sister's slowness down to shyness more than disobedience. Valeria was odd, but she was handpicked by the God Emperor and he simply could not be wrong in his choice.
It wasn't uncommon for Sisters to swear to a life of celibacy to fully devote themselves to the God Emperor, and while it was not required for a sister to swear off such things, she suspected Valeria had never even hugged a man, let alone bedded one. She was younger, barely out of her teens. Dominica was older and more experienced in more ways than one. She had never had a relationship, as her only love was the God Emperor, but after an intense battle, she wasn't opposed to dragging a particularly talented guardsman to her bed to blow off some steam.
In truth, despite her experience helping, she wished she could take it back. It would have been the greatest honour to give her Emperor her virginity. Instead, she would have to devote herself to his pleasure. He had explained that being reborn into this younger body had given him… needs that he had lost as a skeleton. She understood, of course. After so many years on the Golden Throne, guiding humanity across the stars, even a divine being like him would want to indulge once more. She was honoured to be the first for this new body.
The God Emperor, or Dorian as he revealed his true name to be, tasted divine as she swallowed his precum like a starved woman. He smiled down on her, even as he started to look a little flustered. The idea that he had weakened himself so much for the good of Humanity brought tears to her eyes as she swore her oaths to him all over again. Truly, he was a deity worthy of her worship.
One hand gripped her hair, guiding her gently as she took his entire massive phallus into her mouth, sucking on it as her tongue writhed against it, massaging the underside of his manhood. Her lips tightened around it, ignoring her need to breathe as she vacuumed in her cheeks to enhance his enjoyment.
The taste of his seed on her tongue made her eyes roll back in rapture, awed to be tasting his divine essence. It pushed her to go further, her hands massaging his hefty balls before one moved to her breast, groping her large tit and teasing her nipple. Dorian liked that she was enjoying this, a smile on his face as he watched her face-fuck herself, choking and gagging eagerly as she worshipped him.
Her fellow Sisters would kill for a chance to be in her position. She didn't know how she'd earned his attention, but she swore to herself that she would never give him a reason to regret not picking someone else for this divine mission.
"I'm going to cum, Dominica. Swallow it," Dorian ordered, and she merely smiled and sped up her movements, her hand moving down to her bare womanhood as she desperately touched herself as she awaited his blessing. As if she'd spill even a single drop.
He groaned, and she took immense pride in having caused such a pleasured sound in the God Emperor, swallowing rapidly as he pumped his seed down her throat. It tasted wonderful, better than anything she had ever tried before, and it pushed her over the edge, the mere knowledge that the God Emperor's seed was inside her making her climax before him. He chuckled, but gestured for her to rise.
As she did, he pulled her onto the bed, laying her down as he hovered over her. Her legs spread instantly, welcoming him as he smiled and positioned himself. Valeria was down to just her plain gray undergarments, moving onto the massive bed beside her as the Emperor pressed his still erect manhood against Dominica's womanhood and claimed her without warning.
Valeria watched, eyes wide and face red as Dominica cried out in pleasure and worship, feeling his divine rod piercing her in a way no mortal ever could. She was one with the Emperor, a mere thought that sent her into divine rapture, her body climaxing around his shaft. She knew Valeria was less sure of the Emperor's new… desires, but even the reticent Sister could not hide her awe as she stared at Dorian's nude form, sculpted perfection in the flesh.
Dorian captured Valeria's lips in a domineering kiss, as Valeria removed her bra and tossed it away. Unlike Dominica, she had no scars yet nor any tattoos, her body pristine, but Dominica saw each scar as a trophy of her time slaying the Emperor's enemies, even as Dorian slowly traced them, even as he thrust into her with long, powerful movements, each action sending another wave of pleasure through her form.
She could not bear his children yet, not when he needed her battle-ready, but she could not wait for the day she was bloated with his divine children. It felt almost sinful to touch him, nails digging into his back, but he encouraged her to give into her desires, wanting to see her lose her mind to the pleasure.
"Please, my Divine Emperor, release your seed into my unworthy body. Use my form for your pleasure, my God!" Dominica gasped, one powerful leg wrapped around his waist as she pushed him to fuck her harder.
She didn't know how long he used her for, lost in rapture, but as he found his release and pumped his seed into her, she let out a scream of joy and worship, chanting from the Words of Devotion as his essence entered her.
She barely noticed when he pulled out, lifting herself up with her elbows to stare at his divine form in adoration, watching as he guided Sister Valeria onto her hands and knees. The Sister did not hesitate, presenting her ass and pussy for him, a mixture of nervousness and adoration on her face as he moved behind her.
Dominica could only watch in awe as Valeria was claimed, the virgin sister giving up her purity to her God. It was the greatest honour, and she could only hope for the day that every Sister of Battle was able to receive such a blessing. It should be part of their final vows to give their body completely to his divine touch. To bear him a legion of loyal warriors, ready to spread his light to every corner of the Multiverse.
"P-please, My Lord Emperor, take your pleasure from my mortal form," Valeria pleaded, making Dominica smile as she heard the true devotion in her Sister's voice. Valeria was merely inexperienced, overwhelmed by the honour, not traitorous. She could understand, as she wiped some of the seed that was leaking out of her with her finger and eagerly licked it clean. This was beyond their greatest dreams, a living God Emperor, free from the Golden Throne and ready to take his place as the rightful ruler of all, one that wished for them to serve him directly. There could be no higher honour, no greater glory.
Valeria's moans made her smile proudly, seeing the Sister become a woman before her eyes. Her hips moved back to meet his divine cock, her reluctance fading in the face of his glory. As if she could have any other response to such a thing.
– Dorian Morgan –
Pounding Valeria's firm booty into the bed, I grin to myself. I just lost my virginity to two Sisters of Battle. Suck it Argenta (and you will). Whoever designed this system understood what mattered, their pleasure making me more points as I cum inside Valeria and pull back wiuth a smile.
Hours pass, caught up in the rapture, their faith empowering me to go again and again until they are both a puddle of satisfied flesh, lying on either side of my large body.
As I stroke their hair, enjoying the way their bodies press against mine, I smile and nod to myself. I've decided how I shall begin our great mission. I picked the start dates and locations for each world very carefully.
"Sisters, this was truly… divine, but once you have rested, it is time you saw the threats of the first new galaxy we shall be visiting. A race of parasites, worms, pretending to be gods, have enslaved much of this galaxy's humanity. We have work to do," I say, my voice firm and commanding as I see them both sit up, going from relaxed to engaged in an instant.
Time to start the Great Crusade, Gou'ald edition. This is gonna be hilarious, because I can tell that my short description has already caused intense hatred in the pair.
— Bonus Scene — Bynarr
Bynarr did not enjoy serving. It was simply his nature as a Goa'uld; he despised working for another, even one as deadly as Sokar. Yet, he did enjoy his position as the Lord of Netu. This 'hell' was designed to make Sokar's enemies suffer as much as possible, and as its lord, it was his job to ensure that the screams never stopped, as Sokar enjoyed it.
For once, he was not happy to hear screams.
His Jaffa screamed as the sounds of immense violence got closer, the scent of burning flesh and the sound of dismemberment rapidly approaching as the intruders kicked his door open. Clad in black and white armour, with fearsome masks, he had barely a moment to raise his kara kesh to fire a blast at the attackers before the one wielding the giant two-handed chainblade charged at him. The blast knocked her off balance, but she recovered far too fast as she closed the distance.
The shield of the kara kesh was made to block high-velocity projectiles, and unfortunately, it seemed her fist was not high-velocity enough as it crushed his nose with a sickening sound. He couldn't focus on it, as the revving of her blade warned him far too late of her intention, pain engulfing him as she sliced off the arm, the kara kesh was one with hesitation.
"False god, nothing more than a disgusting parasite," the woman spat, kicking him in the side as the second figure came in, flames behind her telling him she'd finished incinerating his guards.
"Rip out the snake, Sister, cut him open and tear it from the poor fool's spine," the second said, making his attacker nod as they turned back to him. In desperation, he shot himself out of his host and at the closet attacker, slapping against the armour with zero effect as one of them laughed, grabbing him with a power-armoured fist and squeezing.
"This worm thought itself a God?" the woman said, his body screaming in pain as she crushed him slowly.
"Throw it, Sister. By the melta, we will cleanse this creature of the sin of its existence," the fire-wielding one suggested, and he could only shriek as he was tossed into the air, a flash of light being his last sight before the moment of incredible pain and then darkness.
– Sister Valeria –
Watching Dominica stomp on the ashes of the Gou'ald, she said a prayer to the God Emperor for this victory. She had been confused by the God Emperor's decision to leave their home galaxy, but in such a short amount of time, she understood everything.
A race of false gods, enslaving mankind with their lies. Parasites of this kind deserved nothing but the mercy of her flames. Picking up the kara kesh as requested by her Emperor, she nodded to Sister Dominica. This was merely a slap to the face of their true target, the false god Sokar, who was cowering on the planet of Delmak below.
This was a place of despair, a place of horror inflicted on humanity by a parasitical worm and its Jaffa slaves. Today, she would bring the light of the God Emperor to its people, the start of their crusade in this galaxy. Dominica calmly cut off the host's head, grabbing it to show the slaves that their god was merely a pretender.
Its people would be enlightened to the one true God. Its technology would be turned to the good of the Imperium. Its resources would be claimed for the glory of humanity.
As for those who stood against them?
As said in the Words of Devotion… by bolter shell, flamer burst and melta blast, the mutant, the heretic and the traitor alike are cleansed of their sin of existence. By the God Emperor's will, she would see the Goa'uld Empire broken over her knee.
Author's Note: Yeah, I liked the idea too much to leave it as a one-shot. This fic takes inspiration from OG Multiverse with Shiro fucking around from world to world as he pleases, and isn't meant to be serious. It's also a chance for me to use characters and worlds I've never managed to fit in before.
It's basically 'what if someone got Sol's power but didn't share his concerns or self-control'.
Somewhere, Slaanesh is laughing.
Written: 26/03/2025