Chapter 570: Wanting Candy
"Don’t tell me you want to fill the bull with semen next?" Roma asked as they stood in front of it.
"There was something wrong with that statement, but I’m going to let it slide," Laz replied back, thinking.
"Well... People would basically be cooked alive in this thing if I remember tortures correctly... so... "
"So what? What would be the equivalent sex-depraved act that could combat making human food?" Brittany asked, obviously disgusted.
Laz’s eyes brightened for a moment before they dimmed again.
"What? It looked like you had an idea?" Dalia asked. The girls had been keeping on eye on his facial features ever since they arrived since he went quiet while thinking.
"Yeah. So, they cooked the person alive... but I wouldn’t have called it food. Still, since you said that, it rung a bell for me so now I know how to solve this problem," Laz said, flinching a little.
"And how is that?"
"Let’s just go with the term ’watersports’ and leave it at that. Maybe it will put the fire out..."
Amira was confused, but Brittany, Dalia and Roma all turned a little red, even thought they nodded as though agreeing.
’Never thought it would be this hard to come up with depraved acts to help erase the negative emotions left on centuries old torture equipment,’ Laz thought before stopping in his tracks.
’So now I’m just accepting the difficulty of this and not the absurdity? Great....’
Laz then kept walking and handing out jobs until he arrived at the last spot... a giant, round, black stone altar.
If the other devices were like steaming piles of hate and resentment, this thing was like an entire garbage dump of negative emotions, almost visible to the naked eye after it’s centuries in use.
Laz reached forward to touch the stone slab and almost had to pull his hand away from the shock of the contact. The feelings it held would have driven a normal person insane. Even for someone with his strength, the ability it had to corrupt the mind was astounding.
For a moment, Laz was at a loss as to what to do.
"I feel sick just looking at it," Roma admitted.
"What kinds of rituals took place here to give it such a foreboding vibe?" Brittany asked.
Strangely, the most helpful person ended up being Amira as for some reason, her special vision wasn’t clouded by the clouds of hatred.
"This stone... used to be pure white. I can see it’s memories. It’s like... the blackness is layers upon layers of grim built up for so long that the nature of the stone appears to be twisted, but beneath the layers of darkness, it still has it’s memories from before that. Sun bleach, hardened and indestructible. It even remembers the birth of the planet, having been showered in fragments of stone from the meteors from the sky. It’s shape is even natural, having never seen the blade of a chisel. It’s amazing," Amira said, her body swaying to a music only she heard.
"Does it have a way to free itself?" Laz asked her, not hopeful for an answer.
"No... But it can draw back the negative emotions for a while. We just need a way to break through the layers of darkness on top of it," Amira responded.
Laz walked forward, placing his hands on the stone. While it was a strange feeling he had at this moment, doing all of this work for someone else, he knew with a feeling that A’ruya wanted this and therefore he needed to do it.
The stone, or the aura and darkness surrounding it, attacked him at once, as shards of purple lightning stuck at him again and again. Laz could feel the shards hit his skin, but nothing after that, at least not at first. As the bolts of light hit him though, he felt his mind getting foggy as corruption clouded his vision.
Laz didn’t hesitate to summon the black flame and began to burn the blackness of the stone. For long moments, the entire room looked on as everyone was still waiting for the signal of when to begin. As the black flame burned, the solid cover remained, untarnished. After a while, Laz withdrew with flame, finally finding something the flame couldn’t conquer, although he wasn’t sure if it was because it just couldn’t or if he wasn’t strong enough.
*While your flame is strong, the chaos of the nameless god’s sacrifices is much stronger. I can’t help with something out of my specialty so...*
"So it has to be something that can resonate with the lust god huh?" Laz said out loud, the voice of the god fading from his head.
Looking around, Laz was looking for something he couldn’t find. Besides Roma who was herself at the mid stage of the Void Lord realm, there were only a few other void lords while everyone else was weaker than that. And none of them were the type to be able to resist the corruption of the black altar.
It was either him or no one else.
Laz looked over to Roma.
"I need blankets and pillows, thick and comfortable ones," he asked. She quickly ordered a few people who hurried out and came back with all sorts of luxury items, all brand new as well.
"We always keep a ready supply... for reasons," She said with a small blush.
"It’s fine," Laz said taking the pillows and blankets and laying them on the altar himself.
"There is no easy way to say this, but if any of you touch this slab, your mind will be corroded within minutes. While the blankets might help a little bit, the distance from the altar can’t be increased any more than that. What I need now are the strongest among you, those who’s minds are stable and can resist it... at least for a little bit of time," Laz said out loud, knowing that the lust god would hear as well.
Many stepped up, but Laz waved back all of the men and several were pointed out by Roma and asked to back down and return to their previous spot.
"Due to what has to take place, it has to be a male and female coupling," Laz said in response to the looks from others.
"Then why dismiss the men?" Dalia asked.
"Because they would be too weak to endure," Laz answered honestly as he began to undress.
With hundreds of eyes watching him, Laz stood naked in front of the women who were still standing before him, his rock solid body and swaying manhood a sight more than what the others would have even thought possible.
"Are you ready to give everything for your god?" Laz asked, his face serious.
"YES!" They all responded, many of them with a shyness that betrayed their sparkling eyes.
"Wait..." Roma said, her multicolored eyes and hair becoming visible for everyone to see as something seemed to have come over her.
"Hmm?" Laz said, turning to look at her without a hint of shyness.
"The first one will be the hardest hit, correct?" Roma asked, trying her best to keep her eyes on Laz’s despite the rippling muscles and eye catching tattoos, the most prominent of which was the red moon with the blackened tree on his left chest.
"Yes. While my body and mind will take the biggest hit, it’s impossible to block it completely. Even using runes will be of no use as the energy that supplies them would be drained within seconds of being laid out."
"Then... then... Sigh.... I must be the one to take the lead as head disciple to our god," Roma said, clutching a few clasps and letting her dress fall to the floor. Her skin was the color of milk while her hair had grown longer as her eyes were now completely engulfed in swirls of color.
"You are a virgin. This might be something you can’t handle," Laz said, although even he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the altar or his flesh weapon.
"If I don’t fight this battle, how can I encourage others to do it?" Roma said, her voice going soft but becoming seductive.
Dalia and Amira were slack jawed, but Brittany had suddenly become super interested.
"Well you fuck toys, you heard her. Get yourselves naked and let the party begin," Brittany said, tearing off her own cloths to let her gorgeous mounds and fine skin become free in soft red light that was replacing the gentle yellow lights from before. Even a scent had been released into the air, one of lilacs and lust that went straight to the brain before shooting to the loins.
Laz walked up the three steps and stood briefly on the altar as the purple sparks tingled at his feet, even through the layers of fabric that had been placed down. He then got comfortable as he laid down, his back, neck and head supported by the many pillows that had been gathered before waving for the multicolored beauty to join him.
Like a king beckoning his servant, Laz’s aura spread out as his black hair went a red tinted white. The black tribal markings extended down along his skin until everything below his neck was covered with them and his gold eyes shone like a beacon within the darkened room.
Those who looked at him at this moment had a sudden and strong urge to bow, as though welcoming a god king into their home, but a slight nudge held them back.
’This fucker...’ The lust god said, looking on and wondering if their disciples would be alright after all this.
Grabbing her hand, Brittany held on to Roma as she made her way up the stone steps on stood on the altar. While the purple sparks hit her as well, Brittany’s tugging pull and Laz’s aura kept her mind steady. Once she reached Laz, Brittany let go and went to direct the other waiting girls to strip while Dalia and Amira got themselves under control as best as they could.
Laz then reached up a hand, noticing the rainbow colored woman in front of him seemed to hesitate for just a moment.
"Walk forward just a bit... and let me taste the rainbow!"
