The War Goddess Husband

by mrmidnight

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance, Drama, King Sombra, Suicide / Self Harm
Length: 34568

Dusk shine, after finding out his girlfriend cheated on him finds himself metting the goddess of war

In the depths of despair, Dusk Shine's world crumbles when he discovers his girlfriend's betrayal. Heartbroken, he seeks solace in the intoxicating embrace of a dangerous night. But fate has other plans in store.

Amidst the shadows, a mysterious figure offers him a lifeline, an escape from imminent peril. In a moment of desperation, Dusk accepts, unaware of the price he must pay. His life is spared, but in return, he is bound to the alluring Goddess of War herself.

Now, thrust into a realm where gods walk among mortals, Dusk must navigate the intoxicating power and raw sensuality of his divine bride. The palpable chemistry between them ignites a passion that borders on the edge of ecstasy and destruction. Can he handle the intensity of a union with a goddess? Or will he be consumed by the very flames of desire that envelop him?

As the heavens clash and desire becomes a battlefield, Dusk shine finds himself entangled in a seductive dance with destiny. Will he succumb to the overwhelming allure of the Goddess of War, or will he rise above, forging a path that defies the gods themselves?

Witness the collision of mortal and divine, where temptation knows no bounds, and the fate of one man hangs in the balance. Discover the untamed desires that lie within, as Dusk Shine embraces his new reality, risking everything for a love that blurs the boundaries of passion and peril.

Warning contains Gender bend characters, Gods, some Trans character, Cheating, Drama, and most of all Death and chaos.
Featured 3/23/23

Published 2023-03-22 17:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-09-13 16:10:39 UTC

Dinner with the Gods

Three days had passed since Dusk had begun his new life as the Fiancée of the war Goddess of America, and somehow everything seemed nice as he explored the manor. He was walking down the various hallways. The estate felt like a maze of never-ending hallways. It felt like an endless dream, though Dusk somehow thought it was a hassle.

“It’s like every time I go around this place; it just keeps changing. Even if I have a map of this place, It won’t work. It just keeps changing.” He muttered to himself. However, the manor reminds him more of a hotel designed for the rich than an average guy like himself.

Yet somehow, Dusk felt so empty. There wasn’t anyone to talk to; the help, as Sombra had called them, sure they were everywhere. Though when he tried talking to them, they would say the same thing,

‘I’m sorry, Master, but I must be working maybe some other time.’ Or, ‘Master, I’m too low for you to acknowledge me.’ Dusk admitted that one wasn’t spoken out loud, but the way they barely even tried to talk to him made him wonder what they were thinking about. The fact was that they hadn’t even tried speaking to him. Ignoring him like he was some ignorant child had gotten on Dusk's nerves.

I’ve got to keep my temper in check; I don’t want to lose control again. He thought while rubbing his sides. Sure, he could have talked to Sombra. It’s just half the time she was out doing her duties, as she explained to him around day two. So half the time, he wouldn’t see her till it was dinner time and when they went to bed.

Dusk groaned as he thought about the last couple of nights. The way she wore so few clothes. The Goddess wouldn’t look so sexy and tempting. That nighty barely hid anything; at that point, she should have just slept in the nude at the very least.

Dusk had thought about the first night they slept in that bed. The way she came in there gave him that lush smile as he was in there, wearing just a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. But Sombra came in wearing that red lingerie that looked nearly translucent—the way she caused him to pop a boner.

Then she told him,

“We can’t have sex, Dusk, until our wedding night.” Now, this had caught him off guard. No sex, He hadn’t even brought it up. Though he supposed the stiffy he had was proof enough in her eyes, he couldn’t help but ask,

“Why not? If you don’t mind me asking?” It seemed Sombra didn’t mind the question as she climbed into the bed, the way she swayed her hips showing off her muscular, solid body, The Goddess showing off those legs, and her six-pack. It made Dusk feel inadequate compared to being a bit heavy.

“It’s a rule where a Goddess engaged to a mortal must wait until marriage before they may consummate. It’s an old law, but even us modern Gods must follow.” The way she spoke in that quaint seductive voice as she rolled her finger,

“But you’ve only got a week, So I’m sure you’ll be strong enough to handle that.” She chuckled, giving him a near-evil smile. Something about it was pretty strange. Though he nodded,

“Fine, it shouldn’t be a problem. I mean, if it's one of your rules.”

That day, Dusk just hadn’t felt like having sex; he wasn’t sure if it was because of catching Rarity in bed with someone else. But it felt like his sex drive had vanished for the time being. Yet it didn’t stop the war Goddess, as she seemed ready and determined to turn him into a conquest. The way she wrapped her arms around him. She was teasing him while they lay in bed. How her firm breasts pushed into his back as she blew hot air in his back, and how she spoke. Soft and seductive.

Somehow the way she held onto him like a lover he’d been with for years had made the lower brain bring out the paddles of life on his sex drive, trying its best to revive the want for sex.

So far, the last three days had aroused him more than he had for a long time. Dusk wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose or if she was doing it by accident. Yet by day three, he couldn’t help but want to sleep with her. Dusk could imagine throwing her on the bed and taking her, Even though Dusk imagined that it would be more so her throwing him on the bed and riding him till he burst like a balloon.

His balls ached, enjoying that sweet release, but He tried holding on. Mainly cause it seemed like he wasn’t given a moment of privacy. When he was somewhere that would allow him to feel relief, it seemed like one of the maids would walk in on him while he was undoing his belt, Somehow killing the mood.

“If I didn’t know any better, she might be having me watched to keep me from getting off?” He mumbled to himself. Dusk would soon find himself heading off to the personal gym.

Yes, he managed to find the Personal gym on the second floor on his second day. Now Dusk wasn’t one of the most muscular guys. He needed to hit the gym, as he was growing a slight stomach. Yet, with how life went, he never had a chance—typically needing to work out. He never had time.

Yet when he discovered the place, he took the opportunity. The weights caused a slight strain as he lifted them. Over and over again as he repeated the process. It was the only thing that seemed to keep him busy.

Dusk tried keeping the memories away, not thinking of Rarity, though when he did, he couldn’t help but find the memory of her hurting him. It was like an itchy feeling he couldn’t scratch, but he kept pushing it as he lifted the weights. They might not have been fifty-pounders, but they would do at first. At the same time, he is trying to keep his mind off. He a hard grunt as he did another crunch. Before putting the weights down. He looked towards the treadmill, thinking he might try to run. Maybe slow at first, but he knew he’d go faster. But shook his head, knowing that could come later.

It could only mean one person as he walked out of the gym and headed downstairs to the front room. Then without warning, he heard a loud slamming, the way it echoed across the house. Dusk was correct as he looked over, seeing Sombra, wearing her leather jacket, hair shifted back. She was grumbling about something. It didn’t take a genius to tell you that the Goddess of strength and war was in a bad mood.

“Those bastards, they think it’s easy doing my job, yet they keep making these demands from me; who do they think they are!” Sombra grumbled as she took the jacket off, revealing the red shirt under it. She turned, looking at Dusk. If looks could kill, Dusk imagined he would have been dead on the spot the way she looked at him.

“Having a rough day?” Dusk said while he looked back at the angry Goddess.

“Just got some news, that's all; nothing to worry about,” Sombra said, her expression softening; instead of looking like she was going to kill someone, Dusk thought she might have just beaten someone to an inch of their life. He imagined it wouldn’t be good for them, so he quickly spoke up.

“Want to talk about it? I mean, I’m all ears.” He said as he got in closer. Trying to be careful about what he did next, imagining that if he fucked up.

“I can’t hide it from you, and We’ll be having guests coming over tonight. I didn’t want to deal with them just yet. They’re just insisting.”

“Who are they?” Dusk asked while keeping himself perfectly calm.

“Some of the top gods from another pantheon, the usual, Odin, Zeus, Ra… The last thing I must do is deal with them right now, not so close to our wedding.” She muttered while rubbing her temple, trying to think about what she would do. She looked back at him as she started stating,

“I know this will sound demanding, but you can not fuck this up. When they come over to dinner, you must be on your best behavior while here; please trust me.” She moved in close, looking at him, the flash of red in her eyes, as Dusk wasn’t sure why, but it sent a chill down his spine.

“I’ll do my best, and what could go wrong… I mean, they’re just Gods.” However, Dusk knew he had probably jinxed them for even saying those cursed words.

Sombra watched him, those red eyes glowing like hot coals for a second as she let out a sigh,

“Very well, though, know this; if you behave yourself, I will surely reward you.” She leaned in, her hand under his chin as she lifted it.

“So you better do your best to be a good boy.” She smiled with that lush voice, which only made Dusk shudder to imagine what she might be planning.

“I’ll do my best, Sombra.” His voice mumbled as he could feel a spark in his stomach, a spark that might grow as time went on.

“Good, now I want you to prepare for tonight; they’ll be here around six o’clock.” She looked over to the wall where a clock was ticking away, the soft sound of its ticking somehow echoing into his ear.

“Get yourself ready, and I’ll send someone up there to help you. They’ll ensure you look presentable when those old bastards arrive.” She whispered into his ears, that hot breath coming against him as he couldn’t help but let out a slight groan. The way she teased him at this point. The mere mortal of a man could feel him forgetting bits of his past. Yet still, he clung to every word of the Goddess before him.

“Now I’ll send someone to help you prepare and provide you with the proper clothes, and I can’t have them thinking you’re some kind of a slob,” Sombra spoke brash while she snapped her fingers.

There a woman started running towards him. She was gorgeous long pink golden locks, and she wore a french maid outfit, though Dusk couldn’t help but think that it showed a bit more cleavage; her milky white breasts showed off as she bowed before her Goddess.

“Is there anything you need of me, Madam?” she spoke with cheer in her voice as she looked over,

“Or is it you who summons me, Master?” She added, looking at Dusk with eyes that reminded him of hunger; Sombra looked at Dusk.

“This is Pinkamena. She’s one of my favorite maids. Now please, Pinkamena, can you take my future husband to our room and make sure he is prepared for dinner tonight with the other gods? I want him to look perfect.” Sombra smirked while never looking away from Dusk,

“Now, don’t take advantage of this sweet Moth.” It was like on cue that Pinkamena suddenly sprouted out moth-like wings, long fuzzy antennas popping from under her hair as she grabbed hold of Dusk's arms,

“Come master, and we shouldn’t keep the mistress orders waiting. Now hurry up.” She spoke up and dragged the man away, the confused look on his face. Pinkamena had carried him off to his room, While Dusk couldn’t help trying to fight her off, trying to get out of her clutch, but somehow the moth woman was far more robust than he imagined; his head pushed back against her soft bosom, as he felt his dick getting hard against his will. He took a long deep breath, trying to think of anything that might get him soft. Baseball, Grandma with sagging tits down to her knees; Heck, he tried thinking of Rainbow Dash, that bastard, trying to make his erection disappear.

Though it seemed like his member remained stiff and robust, it would only go away when he got into a cold shower.

“Um, Pinkamena, would you mind putting me down?

“Please call me Pinkie Master; only Mistress calls me Pinkamena, if you please, unless you are fine with calling me Pinkamena, then I guess it is fine.”

“I mean, I don’t mind calling you Pinkie,” Dusk muttered, finding the moth woman's excitement quite something. Pinkie hovered around him, her hand reaching around as she suddenly pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his chest.

“What, wait a minute, you don’t need to do that!” He called out fast, but it was too late as she tossed it onto the bed while she spoke up.

“Mistress Sombra wishes for you to look your best, So that's what I’m going to do!” her voice speaking fast as she darted behind him as pushed her firm breasts against his back—causing Dusk’s face to turn bright red while she grabbed his belt, undoing it—the slick sound as she pulled it off in a single pull.

It reminded him of something his dad did when he caught him trying to smoke a cigarette when he was nine. Now that made him wince. As he still thought his ass was red from that spanking.

Pinkie didn’t take time responding to him as she pulled his pants down. She was making it go down to his knees. His erection is springing up, ready for anything right there, even while wearing his boxers.

“Pinkie, I think that’s enough. I can take off the rest of my clothes, alright? Um, let me hop into the shower.” He found himself running to the bathroom. Or at least he tricked me. Dusk looked goofy as he shuffled his pants hanging around his ankles while he shuffled to the bathroom, trying his best to hide the boner.

Pinkie, the moth woman, watched him for a second while she exclaimed,

“Did I do the wrong, master?” There was a twinge of sadness in her voice like she had upset him, not realizing that she had not upset him.

Dusk released a hard sigh standing in the bathroom, trying to catch his breathing as he began undoing the rest of his clothes. He stood there with a ragging stiff cock. As Dusk took long deep breaths, trying to relax. He had to admit he had a pair of blue balls growing as he bounced into the shower turning the hot water.

“Just got to relax. Make it through dinner, that's all.” Dusk told himself as he slowly washed his body. His dick started to soften after a few minutes as he scrubbed the soap across his chest.

The hot water washed over him while he was thinking about how he was soon about to meet other Gods, old gods, while he shuddered at the thoughts.

“It’s going to be like an ant visiting a picnic. I’m going to be the odd man out.” He mumbled, not even noticing the sounds of the door creaking. He was lathering his hair with shampoo when a hand grabbed his back.

“Master, would you like me to wash your back!” This nearly made him jump out of his skin as he turned around. The moth woman stood there giving him a wide toothy grin, and he slipped forward. He might have found himself going face-first into the wall. Though it seemed Pinkie had caught him just in time, his nose brushing against the wall.

“Careful there, Master; we don’t need you smashing your face right before your big dinner.” She spoke so cheerful while taking the scrubber and getting his back.

“Thanks, though you don’t need to be doing this. I can wash. I’m not that helpless.” He spoke, trying to keep some dignity on him while feeling her scrubbing his back getting nice and deep.

“But Mistress demanded that I ensure you were properly prepared, and I can’t let her down. It’s my duty as a servant of the great Goddess!”

The hot water fell down on him while Dusk continued trying to keep his mind off the naked woman behind him. Sure, she might not have been human. Thanks to the wings and antennas attached to her head. But she was definitely a beautiful woman. One couldn’t deny that. You’d have to be mad to consider it.

“Just getting right into the spot, master,”

“Please just call me— call me Dusk, alright? No need for all that Master stuff.” He couldn’t help finding it uncomfortable. It was rather strange.

“If you insist, Master Dusk. I mean Dusk.” She giggled while moving over, getting his shoulders. She used her bare hand while rubbing his shoulder. Dusk couldn’t help groaning as he had to admit that it felt pretty good. Pinkie’s hands felt firm on his shoulder as if she was rubbing out some of the knots he had.

Dusk would feel her pressing in closer as she muttered,

“I’m willing to do anything you desire, Dusk. It’s my duty as a servant of the house.” How she whispered it in his ear, her hot breath only made his eyes widen in shock as he found himself calling out.

“Well, if you look at that, I’ve got to get out of the shower and get dressed.” It was there Dusk bounced out of the shower, his naked ass showing as he started to pull a towel over him. The mothwoman watched him while she pouted at him,

‘Oh, you’re no fun, Dusk; I was just teasing you.” She muttered while using the curtains as cover, though it made her bust more prominent.

“Sorry, just right now, things are a bit weird; I’ve been here for a few days, But it's just… I’m sorry, It’s hard to explain.”

He moved around, lining the towel over him,

“Well, if you need to talk, I’m sure to be here, all you have to do is call my name, and I can pop over.” She smiled as she soon stepped out of the shower. Her breasts sagged down a bit though Dusk found himself looking at them. They were nice, and her body was quite curvy.

“Thank I’ll keep that in mind.” He spoke calmly. At the same time, the mothwoman stood up and reached over, patting his shoulder.

“Finish cleaning up. I’ll get your suit ready.” She chirped as she headed out of the room; Dusk slouched, sighing. Not sure how to feel. While going on to shave the beard, he was growing. Taking the razor over while letting the blade run down his chin. He watched himself while hearing the drawers opened and closed from the other room. When he finished that, he grabbed a toothbrush and took care of that.

When it was all said and done, Dusk headed out of the bathroom, clean, shaved, and refreshed, as all his problems had temporarily washed away. Yet even Dusk knew those feelings would return and cling to him like every stink. Yet he felt clean for now.

The room was empty, Which made him guess Pinkie had left him. His clothes laid out the fine suit laid there. He wasn’t the kind of person to wear this. Somehow it made him chuckle.

He would sit there naked for what seemed like an hour. His hand grabbed his phone as he messed with Facebook. He felt tempted to log into his profile, but he was afraid that someone in his family might notice he logged in and how they might react. So he didn’t think part of him wanted to make a profile. Just to check on them.

Soon he looked up at the clock he saw it was nearly time for him to head down. So he got up and began getting dressed.

It started simply putting it on till it landed over to the tie. Yes, that damn tie, as he started pulling it on, trying to get it looking nice and straight, but whenever he tried, it just looked like a horrible knot, and nothing like you’d see those rich businessmen wearing, he grunted,

“Come on, just work.” He mumbled to himself. It was times like this he wished he had one of those clip-on ties; it was less of a headache.

“Damn bloody thing.” He bitched out as he fumbled his hands around when he heard Sombra's voice,

“Having trouble there?” She spoke when he saw her appear right next to him out of nowhere.

“It’s this damn tie, just doesn’t want to work.” He grunted while ready to toss the thing off. Though Sombra moved in,

“Relax, you’re thinking too much about it.” She began to move her hands around, slowly tying them up. Looking him in the eyes as she spoke.

“A tie is like war. You can’t just jump straight into it. You need to know how to do it and figure out where your enemies are and where they hide. Loop around them before you tie them up.” She soon tightened it up, pulling it right up. “Till you’ve got them where you want it.”

There Dusk looked down. The tie looked perfect, the correct form like those he’d seen in pictures.

“Oh… Thanks, Sombra, I appreciate it.” He said, giving her a light smile.

“It’s no problem, besides I should help my future husband with small tasks like this though you should practice it. I can’t let others think my husband is incapable of simple tasks.” She winked at him. Sombra snapped her fingers as her clothes began transforming, turning from a sleek leather jacket and pants to a long dress. Pure red, with no shoulder strings. It somewhat reminded Dusk of Jessica Rabbit from Who framed Rodger Rabbit. Showing off her legs and bust as she gave him that smile.

“Like something, Mr?” She spoke in that soft voice while Dusk rubbed the back of his head.

“Oh, um, yeah, you look pretty good there, Sombra.” He spoke while trying not to look away from her eyes as she smirked.

“Well, good, we better head down there. Our guest’s are waiting up right about now.”

-000-

Heading down the stairs, they heard the doorbell ringing, and for a second, Dusk thought he heard thunder behind him. While one of the house servants opened the door, and they walked in.

The first one was a man with white hair, a lightning scar running down his eye as he walked forward in a fine three-piece suit that looked Italian stepped in,

“Ahh, Lady Sombra, it’s so good to see you this evening.” He tipped the fedora he wore as he bowed his head.

“Ahh, Zeus, it’s an honor for you to return to my home; you haven’t been chasing any of the women in town, now, have you?” Sombra spoke as she sat down on the final step.

“Oh Sombra, you know I’m a married man, and I’d never chase after innocent girls.” He gave a shit-eaten grin that was clear he was trying to be a bullshitter.

“Zeus, you bullshitter, trying to lie; I remember you were trying to seduce one of my goddesses last time we met up.” A booming voice came as Ravens flew through the house they perched by the fireplace. Soon they began circling, and a man wearing a long thick coat, an eyepatch over one eye, and a long beard.

Dusk saw this and somehow couldn’t help but think if you put him in red, he might have been Santa Claus himself.

“Odin, you one-eye fuck, it’s good to see you, brother,” Zeus spoke up as he raised his hat, revealing the balding look of his white hair. With a jolly chuckle.

“It’s fine to see you, horny toad,” Odin responded with a jolly chuckle.
“Oh, but Odin, pal, you aren’t without trouble, trying to steal my story bother Horse.” Soon a black man walked in, and he wore a fine tan suit with large teeth and gave a firm smile. Dusk notices the lapel pin on his chest. That Looked like a spider, but he soon realized it wasn’t a pin and was a spider hanging on the man, as he chuckled, looking at Sombra,

“Ahh, Sombra, as beautiful as always, how do you this fine evening? Mind if I tell you one of my great stories.” The man spoke while Sombra giggled.

“Oh, and would this one be your tiger balls story, Anansi? I’m quite fond of those. How's been your travels?”

“It’s been fine, and I’ll tell you a web of tales.” He chuckled at his bad pun as he looked over at Dusk, who couldn’t help looking at the large spider that crawled over Anansi’s shoulder,

“Don’t mind Little Chima here; she won’t bite at all.” He chuckled as he grabbed the spider off his chest and put it on his face, allowing it to crawl over his face. He let out a head laugh as it crawled over him.

“I suppose, Sir,” Dusk spoke, trying to be polite.

“Oh, No need for the sir Crap. Call me Anansi.” He walked over, giving that wide smile as he shook Dusk's hand and shook it hard. As it nearly made Dusk bounce as he tried shaking back. Though found him caught by God’s death grip.

“Hmm, Brother, here’s doesn’t have a strong grip. hopefully, he’s a clever one, Sombra sister.” Anansi spoke with that wide toothy grin that somehow made Dusk want to return the smile to him,

“I mean, I don’t think I’m stupid.”

“Oh Don’t need to be smart to be clever; I’ve known very stupid people who are clever in getting out of a situation. You’re only as stupid as you imagine it.” The spider god said while pointing over at his shoulder,

“Also, Little Chima, there seems to like you.” Anansi seemed to laugh at this while Dusk looked over and jumped in the air as he realized Anansi's spider had gotten on his shoulder somehow. As he imagined, it hissed at him before bouncing back to her master.

“Can we please get on with this Old Spider?” A voice sounding more boorish walked in from the door, where Dusk looked over, feeling somehow more relaxed after the spider got off him as he looked over. Two men stood there; one of them stood a pretty strong-looking man as if he somehow looked like the love child of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sylvester Stallone. He stood there tall, wearing a black suit, and tie, with that strong chin.

Next to him, though, was the opposite. Standing there was what Dusk thought was a little shit stain, thin and hunched over there, while he stood there, like the kind of snot that felt he was on top of the world cause he had money in the bank. Yet had no idea what to do with it.

The boy spoke up,

“Besides, we need to get some dinner and get this over with.” The young man said while the buff man eyed him with much contempt. Clearly like he didn’t want to spend time near the person, but rolled his eyes,

“I’m sorry, Sombra, Blueblood here isn’t happy. It seems as though he is having a bad day.” The man spoke calmly while the smaller one named Blueblood turned, looking at him, grinding his teeth.

“No problem, Ares. Please tell me, how is Aphrodite doing?” Sombra asked, smiling at him as she pretended not to notice Blueblood, who seemed to only scowl at Dusk. Dusk is doing his best to ignore the little troglodyte.

“She’s doing fine. She sends her condolences, but you know how it is. Much to do,” Ares spoke with a chuckle while moving in. Dusk found it odd since he always imagined Ares, the God of war, to be far more destructive and wilder, like he was ready to bust heads in a moment, but the man seemed more relaxed while he moved through the room, while the other gods nodded,

“If there’s anything else, Sombra, I think I’ll head to the dining room myself. I’m starving from my flight.” Anansi said as he moved around, giving Blueblood a dark look like he was planning a serious trick on the lad.

Sombra chuckled,

“Well, if there aren’t any others coming, I think we should head to the Dinning room.” She spoke before hearing another one, a feminine voice,

“Are you forgetting someone?” Sombra's eyes twitched briefly, clearly not wanting to deal with more guests. Though She looked over,

“Oh, Cadence, It’s good to see you again, Dear.” She spoke while Dusk saw her, and his eyes almost bugged out of his eyes.

The woman was a tall, slender woman with short black hair with wire-rimmed glasses, but the most prominent thing about her was her breasts. They were a large pair, prominent as she walked forward, holding a scythe in her right hand as she walked in.

“Come on now, it can’t be a party without me, and who might this handsome fellow be?” She spoke calmly, giving a smile as she moved in.

“Oh, Cadence, this is Dusk; he’ll be my future husband-to-be,” Sombra said while Cadence smiled,

“Nice to meet you, and I’m glad you can find someone; you deserve to find some lust, Oh I’m Cadence, Goddess of Death and Lust; I’m a part of Sombra’s Pantheon; I heard the call, and decided to join in while I was here. Figured I’d meat the one who stole the boss's heart.” Cadence smirked while she watched Sombra for a second, like there was a knowing look on her face as she began to strut away.

“We’ll she’s…. Something.” Dusk muttered while watching her walk away. Trying not to stare for a minute, Sombra shook her head.

“There’s a reason she’s the American Goddess of Lust and Death. Just come on; dinner should be ready.” She said while grabbing his shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze. Dusk didn’t know how to feel about this. Soon following her.

-000-

Dinner seemed to go without a hitch while they sat there. Dusk sat there for a moment of silence while the gods seemed to watch each other without many words. Though Dusk found Blueblood staring at him the worst while He tried to enjoy the steak before him.

Dusk leaned in towards Sombra as he whispered,

“Did I do something to offend him? He just keeps staring at me.” He did his best to keep his voice calm.

“No, not at all, my dear; Blueblood there is simply jealous of you. He has been eying me for the last two hundred years.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be having so much trouble if you kept your end of the Bargan Sombra,” Blueblood said, stabbing his fork into the table. Ares is sitting next to him, clearly annoyed, like he didn’t want to babysit the young God.

“Why Blueblood, I haven’t broken any bargain. If you remember clearly, Zeus was there when we made the deal.”

Zeus put down his glass of Brandy as he nodded,

“Yes, Blueblood, She is upholding her end of the deal; we did give her the time to find someone to marry. We have to honor it.”

“But it’s clear she is using this mortal to get out of the deal!” Blueblood spoke out, his eyes on Dusk like he was about to try and incinerate him with a touch of the hand. Sombra though stood up as she looked at the child of a god.

“Listen here, as our deal was, I would find myself a husband, and I would provide your pantheon a replacement god; that was the deal.” Sombra’s face seemed to turn bright red, filled with anger. Dusk watched as her arm grew more muscular at that, like she was about to slap a bitch.

“Blueblood, we had a deal, now sit down. We are here to meet and speak with Sombra, not cause trouble.” Zeus spoke, his stern expression on his face, while he nodded to Odin and Anansi.

“Little Blueblood there looks cranky there, Horny toad; mind shutting him up there, Zeus,” Anansi spoke, rubbing his head, clearly wanting to enjoy his meal and drink.

“Um, If you guys don’t mind me asking… What deal?” Dusk asked, raising his hand as he felt like the odd man out looking towards them. The Gods seemed to look at him for the moment. Ares chuckled, somehow finding this amusing.

“Sombra, did you not tell your future husband what the deal was?” He spoke, slapping the table, causing the glasses to shake.

“I was going to be telling him soon, but thanks to Blueblood here, the cat is out of the bag.” She sighed, almost imagining what she might do if she had a chance.

“Well, Dusk, One of my gods, Named Liesmith, had caused a little trouble, as Cadence would likely tell you.” Sombra pointed over towards the busty Goddess, who was eating away as she smiled, not really paying attention to the whole ordeal.

“Now, while she managed to kill the moron, Somehow the fucker managed to bring him back to life, and his actions resulted in him killing Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun.” She eyed Zeus for a second, clearly more frustrated with him at the moment.

“So Zeus wanted compensation since it was his son, and one of their important Gods, I had to replace him. I offered one of the angels in our group to take over. But no, Zeus, you old lightning dick decided. That he wanted a new child to raise, and since He can’t take a chunk out of Liesmith, I have to do the repaying as head of my Pantheon.” She growled more as she took the butter knife in hand, bending it in half. While Zeus leaned back, tilting his fedora.

“And I was supposed to take her as my wife, as the representative of The Greeks, yet she refused,” Blueblood muttered, clearly annoyed.

“Now she’s picked you a mortal, and what will we get, Some Demigod child who might not even be strong enough to even take Lord Apollo’s job,” Blueblood spoke up with a grunt, While Sombra smirked, resting her chin on her hands,

“Well, explain Heracles, wasn’t he a mere Demigod Child before he because of a God himself? Would you dare say that to his face Blueblood?” She teased him more while watching him while Blueblood felt the eyes on him.

“Heracles was different. He is the son of the great Zeus, but how would we know that you have a demigod child that would result in a powerhouse like him and not some weakling.”

Sombra stood up, her eyes flashing red, as she walked around the table.

“Oh, But Blueblood, you seem to forget while you are part of an old pantheon, a powerful one, I am an American God, and We might not be as old and prominent; our nation may not even know we exist, but we are strong.” She walked over to him, her hips swaying as she winked at Cadence like she was giving him a hint. The other Goddess sat there observing what might happen as she watched the other gods.

“We are many; our powers pour through the land, feeling its essence. But do you know what America’s greatest strength is?”

“What your cheeseburgers and Arrogance,” Blueblood said while reaching down to his fork, watching the Goddess.

“No, it’s more than that, you see America takes its strength from one simple thing.” She suddenly reached over, grabbing Blueblood by the neck and lifting him with her arm. The God began choking out as he held her hand.

“It’s our diversity. We don’t just fuck our sisters or brothers and call it a day; we’re not inbred idiots. No offense Zeus.” She spoke to him calmly while choking out the Greek God. Zeus raised his hand while watching, amused by the sight of one of his own being choked away.

“So you dare come into my home and insult my future husband for being mortal when you’re pantheon is known for being all related to Zeus himself, and dare call them weak 'cause I refuse to marry your scrawny spoiled ass.” She tossed him down on the ground while looking over to Ares.

“He claimed me and My chosen husband would make weak children, But as far as I see it, if I had a kid with him, it would make an insulting god.”

Dusk watched this, and for a second, he thought he could feel the power coming off her as the minor God took a long deep breath.

Zeus stood up,

“Well, now that we’ve embarrassed Blueblood. I hope that you don’t uninvited us to your wedding, my dear.” The King of the Greek Gods bowed while Sombra smirked.

“Why, I wouldn’t deny allowing you to come, Zeus, and it would be so nice to see your wife again.” Sombra bowed with a wide smile as she looked at the other gods.

Dusk watched as Blueblood stood up, his hair looking disheveled as he looked daggers at Dusk while he sat back down.

“You know, I think this will make a fun story to tell Br’er Rabbit; he is going to be laughing and laughing his fuzzy butt off,” Anansi said while he finished up his meal. Knowing he was enjoying the unexpected show with his dinner.

Eventually, all dinners come to an end, and for the gods, it seemed like it was time as they soon got up and ate, Ares dragging Blueblood off, that dirty look on his face never left. But none of the Gods acknowledged it. Anansi left soon after as he gave the two a nod.

“Well, Sombra, I say that tonight’s dinner was more excellent,” Zeus spoke while kissing the back of Sombra's hand. “As for me, I think I will be following what my doctor tells me to take a virgin tonight and call him in the morning.” He chuckled while walking out the door. Soon the others would leave till it was just Odin, Who looked at Dusk. Then looked back at Sombra,

“Miss. Sombra, is it possible that I speak with your Fiancée for a moment?” Sombra looked at them both for a moment and knew that Odin wouldn’t be a threat to her, or her husband nodded before leaving the room and heading upstairs, leaving them both alone for the time being.

“Dusk, know this….” Odin Spoke while looking towards the mere mortal.

“Um, what is that?” Dusk found himself asking the ruler of the Aesir Gods.

“Unlike most gods, Like Zeus, Anansi, even Ra, and yes, including Sombra there. We of the Norse know we are destined to die. But they don’t realize that Ragnarök is destined for all gods. Thus why is it called, The Twilight of the Gods? Just my Pantheon has the knowledge of how we meet our end.” He spoke while looking toward him,

“So why are you telling me this?” Dusk asked,

“Because knowledge is power, and Sombra there is a young god; she is strong and thinks she’s invincible. But she needs a balance, someone to keep her in check. You might be the key to that. Otherwise, the American Gods might fall without even realizing it.” Odin explained as he walked away. Slowly turning into Sombras as they flew away into the night sky.

Author's Note

Hey there well here's the newest chapter wow on a roll with this one and might consider it one of my best chapters I've written in a while, hope you like the cameo from Married to a goddess one, of Cadence Goddess of Lust and Death, and Oh wow what a little Shit stain Blueblood is, and fuck he's a god.

Big Fat God Wedding

Dusk Shine took a deep breath as Odin left the house and he stood there. He eventually closed the door, hearing the sounds of Ravens crowing. The aftermath of the God? Dusk wasn’t sure but imagined he would call it a night as he began heading up the stairs to bed.

Tonight seemed far quieter than usual as he moved to his bedroom, where he met with Sombra at the end of the bed.

She was wearing her dress still while watching him; Dusk tried giving her a smile for a second while simply saying,

“Well, that was some dinner… and that Brutus guy, wow, what an asshole.” He shook his head while finally pulling the tie off, feeling far more comfortable and not on the hangman’s noose.

“Yeah, That Brutus. I can’t stand that fucker.” She spoke while crossing her leg slowly while watching him though Dusk tried keeping his eyes more on her face. The calm look on her as she spoke up.

“You did good, better than I expected. Anansi liked you, and One of my Goddesses took some interest; that's very good; what did Odin talk to you about?” She asked while eying him, seeing if he would lie to her; he was about to say what God told him, yet a thought came to him when he was about to. It’s not like he said anything that she needed to know about. Why should I? I have the right to have some secrets. So he moved his shoulders.

“Nothing much, just giving me some wisdom, that's all.”

“Interesting, Odin doesn’t normally hand over wisdom for nothing; I wonder what he might be planning. But besides that, It seems Zeus is fine with the agreement. He wants to come to our wedding; that's good.” Sombra stood up, her dress clinging to her as she walked around in a circle. Dusk watched her for a second as he found a small thought about it.

“So, Is that all I’m needed for? To be seen so you won’t have to marry that Brutus?” He found saying it hurt while looking to the Goddess, who looked back at him,

“No, not really; I mean, yes. You’re helping me not have to marry that fucker, but I need you for so much more.” She walked over, her legs swaying back and forth.

“You don’t realize how important you are, my sweet Dusk.” Sombra moved in, caressing his cheek. Though Dusk watched her, he was unsure how much he could believe that. While simply stating,

“Well, I’m glad to know; so, Is there anything else, Sombra?” He asked while The Goddess moved over to the bed. Her finger snapped as her dress transformed, flowing away and revealing her naked breasts.

“Would you like your special reward now, or can I save it for our wedding night?” She smirked, almost indicating something else. But Dusk just looked at her and shook his head,

“I think we can save that for our wedding night.” He imagined he knew what she wanted, but he didn’t feel it as he started to take the jacket off.

“Oh, if that's what you want, then sure, I don’t mind.” Sombra the Goddess said as she got back up.

“I think I’ll freshen up then before I head to bed. Get some rest.”

“No problem at all, Sombra,” Dusk said, watching her head to the shower. The shower sounds start-up as he simply strips away. The clothes vanished from the floor as he stood in his underwear and climbed into bed.

He would lay there for some time, with Sombra joining him in bed, but all he could do was lay there for the longest time wondering, Who am I? What's my purpose?

-000-

Before Dusk knew it, it was the day of his wedding; the fact it was already here was quite strange, apparently, during the next three days. Sombra had set up the wedding for today; the rush seemed quick as he watched the large field behind the mansion transform into a beautiful scene. It reminded him of some movies before the bride was getting married. But a part of him couldn’t help but think.

This is so strange. I mean, I never thought I would be getting married… Well, Not in this situation. I mean, I always thought me and Tammy would… Dusk felt another pang in his heart, and it didn’t hurt as bad as it had a few days ago; he didn’t feel like smashing something, at least for now. But he just didn’t feel as happy. He wasn’t sure why, but somehow, Dusk had an empty feeling. At the same time, he was getting dressed up.

When he got up this morning, Sombra left a note telling him to be dressed and ready. The wedding suit was black, of course. They would see each other when the ceremony began.

The staff worked throughout everything getting the place ready, as He watched them. Somehow watching them do all the work didn’t seem right as Dusk asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked one of the maids, who looked at him almost stunned while she mumbled out,

“No, it’s your wedding day, master; Dusk, you should be relaxing before the big moment; we can get someone to help you; I mean, you’re in your suit.” She spoke up, but Dusk shook his head,

“It’s fine, and I need something to do. I don’t mind.” There seemed to be a strange look on her face while she looked around, almost like she was making sure her Goddess wasn’t watching.

“Well, you can give me a hand bringing out some of the plates.” Dusk nodded and went over to help out, putting away some of the plates, really just trying to help out, keeping his mind busy. Though one thing he noticed was the place was getting hot, and feeling the sun beating against his neck as he began working on the area.

-000-

A few hours later, others began coming though this was the various gods; Dusk managed to recognize a good few of them as he saw Zeus. The sky God is walking around his suit and hat while a woman clung next to him; somehow, the way she stared at Zeus, he could tell it was his wife. The way she looked like she was ready to kill the man.

Dusk remembered the day after Zeus had visited. There was a large case of virgins going missing from around the close town, and somehow Dusk felt it was because of Zeus. Such a thing was quite something, as the other gods had come in.

Odin wasn’t alone as he had two men come through, and somehow when Dusk looked at them, he imagined one looking like Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. The way they came in, the one who was more blond and muscular was carrying a hammer on his shoulders, giving a high spirit smirk. The other sleek black hair shot back, somehow making him think he was ready to sell him a lemon.

Dusk is tempted to walk over and ask who they are, but somehow, he imagined— no, he somehow knew that those two were none other than Loki and Thor.

Anansi showed up later and brought some beer while hanging out with others. Dusk felt nervous, not knowing what he could say. He tried getting more comfortable and pretending he wasn’t around beings that he had only dreamed of as a kid when reading their stories. They weren’t celebrities who you could say were just regular people. These people are actual gods, some of the most powerful beings on the planet. This made trying to talk to them even harder for someone like Dusk.

“You should get ready. The ceremony is about to begin.” An elegant voice spoke while Dusk found himself turning around. The woman from the other night, Cadence, seemed to give her a light smile.

“Oh… Cadence, right?” He asked, not wanting to mess her name up; while she nodded, Dusk nodded in return. Though he felt confused,

“So you’re the Goddess of Lust and Death; how does that work? I mean, it seems like two different things?”

“Well, maybe one day I will tell you, though for now, we should get you to To the podium; the ceremony should begin soon,” Cadence smirked while she moved in, patting his side,

“Just relax; my husband was also nervous when we first met.”

“Oh… How did that go? I mean, you and him meeting?” Dusk found himself asking while following behind the busty Goddess.

“Oh, It was nice; I met him while working at a local strip club, getting prayer and worship. He had too many drinks, then asked me to marry him, and boom, we’ve been happy for the last few years. We even have a son together.” She smiled more as she thought back at the child at home with her Husband, Shining armor; she had wanted to bring them with her but imagined it would have been more trouble than anything.

“Though I suppose you could blame me for getting you in this situation since I was the one who caused all this,” Cadence spoke while continuing to pass by the tables. Her hand reached up, adjusting her glasses. Dusk couldn’t help but wonder why a Goddess would even need glasses. Dusk imagined it would have been too rude to ask her and decided to let it be.

“How so?” He asked while Cadence giggled,

“Well, Liesmith had been harassing me and caused more trouble because I rejected him, so my Husband and I had to take him down. Then he somehow brought himself back from the dead and needed to be taken down a second time. But that time, he took Apollo down with him.”

Dusk wasn’t sure what to say but shook his head,

“I mean… Shit happens. But I’m just surprised that she picked me; I mean, she could have picked a soldier or someone who was a hero. But me, I’m no one, a big nothing.” Dusk said while Cadence led him off to the front stage.

“Well, I can tell you’re a no one; you’re someone, and what Sombra see’s in you, well, that’s her choice. She might answer the question. Maybe talk to her when this is all over with. But hard to tell with her; there are times that she seems so distant even with our pantheon.” She smiled while they stopped where the arches were, flowers lining the wooden frames.

“Listen, this is where I leave you, but know you’re not alone; my husband felt the same way when we got married; he’s mortal, just like you. Same as my sister; she married a human also.”

“You gods seem to marry a lot of mortals. Is it an American pantheon thing or what?” Dusk joked, but Cadence shrugged.

“Not sure; I know if we go where we’re needed. Sombra knows that, and you’re where you’re needed.” She smiled and kissed him on the forehead, managing not to leave any lipstick on his head as she moved over to the chairs. The other gods began walking around, joining the rest. The wedding was close to the beginning.

Dusk stands on the right side, looking nervous as the gods take their seats. Each of them was watching him. It somehow felt weird as he shuffled a bit. That was when the wedding music started playing, the piano off to the side slowly playing as Cadence stood next to Dusk; she smirked while holding the book as Dusk saw her.

As she walked down the aisle, Sombra wore an elegant white dress. Rose petals fell off behind like they were raining from the sky. Dusk noticed cherubs were flying behind her, small children holding two gold rings. Another one was the flower girl looking cute as a button. At the same time, Sombra walked on carefully, her head tipped down, obscuring her face from him.

Dusk wasn’t sure how to feel about this. The looks on him as he imagined if he tried to run away or do anything. He might not get that far away. He could picture Aries sitting next to a blond-haired woman who wore a delicate dress showing off her cleavage, who would have thrown a spear right at him and wouldn’t have missed. His eyes were on the Goddess as the music continued.

This is my life now, and I’m marrying a Goddess. I mean, my life could have been worst. Dusk thought while he felt his palms sweating. He tried everything he could to avoid freaking out as he watched the woman come closer. Eventually, she stopped standing right in front of him. Her head tilted down. Dusk could see the slight smile growing on her face.

Cadence spoke up, her voice growing louder as she ensured every God could hear them. She smirked, looking at Sombra and Dusk, as she went on, her words carefully spoken and read through what looked like an ancient tome. She watched Dusk with a light smile as She grabbed their hands.

“Promise to hold each other, to care for each other sick or well. You will be bound by the edge of eternity until one crumbles. May you keep one together in the heart of the other. Sombra, Leader of the American gods, The Firstborn from revolution, and giver of strength, do you take Dusk, son of humanity, son of Nightlight, and Twilight Velvet, as your husband?”

Sombra looked towards Dusk, a smile on her face. She kept that calm look as she nodded and spoke carefully, “I do.”

Cadence looked at Dusk, the smile on her face, as she gave him a toothy grin. His heart pounded, sweat glistening from his forehead as she spoke.

“Do you, Dusk Shine, Son of man, the child born from the depths of the earth, and resident of Ohio? Take Sombra, for better or worse, In sickness and health until I take you from this world.” As he looked towards Sombra, Dusk felt a shiver run down his back like she had just touched him there. The soft expression on her face while he looked at the veil over her face.

“I—I, I….” His voice felt dry, as he imagined he could have ran. Running far away from here as he felt like his feet was frozen solid, But he couldn’t move—such a thing while. Yet the way she looked at him, those soft eyes, the passion behind them, and more human-like, caused his heart to pound faster.

“I do.” He spoke the words, and their bodies slowly glowed without warning. He watched as this glow turned into rope wrapping around and interlocking with each other. Such a sight and he wasn’t sure how to react to it. As he felt something push into him. Cadence gave a wide smirk as she exclaimed,

“You may kiss the bride.” Without warning, Sombra moved in, grabbing Dusk by the head, and she pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Their lips meshed together as Lewis found himself looking at the woman. Eventually, his eyes closed, and he would soon return the kiss. The cheering sound came from the crowd while. They would hold themselves for the longest time. Dusk finds himself lost in the embrace like he forgot that the real world existed. It was something about it that just screamed he wanted more.

Then Sombra pulled back from the kiss. Such a thing as he looked over at the Goddess, who gave a light smirk.

“Well, come on, Husband, I’m sure we can have a couple of drinks.” The Goddess spoke as she moved around, grabbing his hands and dragging him away from the altar. The various gods gave a big cheer as the two ran past them. None noticed the scowl coming from one God while he sat there. Not happy being at this wedding.

The party had begun while the reception went off without a hitch. Dusk laughed while Loki got on stage; his story was funny.

“I say the last time I went to a wedding, it ended in disaster. I somehow convinced Thor to wear a dress because the groom stole his hammer. We got a great fight, so we all had a great time. Now I wonder, Sombra, are you secretly just Thor in a dress!” Loki was laughing till the hammer was thrown at him. Which caused the group to laugh, as the blond hair god wasn’t as amused.

Dusk found himself laughing as the gods started giving him a drink; Ra had given him this one golden drink, and whatever was in it caused Dusk to see, in his own words, some crazy Shit; Ra somehow looked like a giant eagle-headed man, instead of the pristine Black man in a fine suit, This made him stumble around, away from Sombra as he found himself laughing more,

“What was in that stuff!” Dusk called out while he would suddenly grab a random woman and dance with her, jolly as a drunk, as he giggled more. The woman, or Goddess, Dusk couldn’t remember, just laughed as she went with the flow. Without warning, another woman tapped the random Goddess's shoulder and spoke up. It seemed like Dusks's drunken behavior amused the gods.

“May I take this dance? He is my husband, after all.” She spoke with a calming voice while the other woman nodded,

“No problem might want to get him some water; I don’t think he can take his ambrosia.” Whoever this woman was giggled as she handed him off to Sombra.

“You soon, perrdy,” Dusk spoke as he felt her taking his hand as he started to move around in a circle. If someone was watching him and there were, they would have described how he was dancing as if they were watching a giraffe walking for the first time.

Sombra found herself rolling her eyes as she muttered,

“Last time, I let him drink with those two.”: she eyed over at Thor and Loki, the two of them drinking down more mead as she grabbed her husband’s hand, dragging him away from the woman, as she pulled him in close. A smirked as she looked at him. After drinking more ambrosia than a human should have, he looked drunk as a skunk. Yet somehow, it looked cute as she helped him sway.

Sombra watched her drunk husband, knowing he’ll be punished in the morning when the stuff wore out. She tried; the crowd watching him might have thought he was some seal trying to move around right side up. They held back their laugh at the fear of what Sombra would do to them.

“So, my drunk husband, how does it feel to be married.”

“I’m married. I thought I was drunk, eh I hope sheee pretty like you.” He muttered, his head going on her shoulder, swaying her hip. Sombra thought off the urge to snort while she patted his back, adding a bit of divine energy to him. Just enough so that his headache wasn’t too bad; after all, he wasn’t making himself look too much like an ass—just a weird seal.

Dusk had been barred from the drinks, and Loki and Thor were banned from being near him while Dusk slowly sobered up. He was tipsy when they pulled off her garter, sending it to the crowd. Old man Zeus caught it before immediately throwing it to the side, while the woman beside him looked at him with a death glare. Besides, Zeus might have been the biggest horn dog, but while his wife was around, he had some common sense.

By the end of it all, and the last of the drinks were finished, and everything was put away, Sombra helped the staggering Dusk off to the limo. The back of it reading Just married! An amusing sight while cans were put on the end, including a severed head, compliments from one of the Hindu gods, Though neither knew who it was. Dusk is sitting in the limo. Dusk was the first one inside, Sombra pushing him in while she fussed with her dress. In contrast, he was watching her get right in. Such a thing as he found himself looking at her in a new light.

“Perty.” He grunted, his voice slurring, but Sombra knew he would sober up sooner or later. Sombra managed to get herself right into that limo with a hard sigh as she sat down next to him for a good minute, a composed smile as she looked back at her husband.

“So, did you have a good night?” She spoke up with that wicked grin; Dusk nodded, though he groaned for a second. While Sombra moved in her sultry voice, whispering into his ear. “Well, thats good cause once you’re sobered up and we get to our honeymoon, I imagine we’re going to be consummating the marriage. My drunken seal.” She chuckled while grabbing his leg. Dusk nodded more,

“I think Ahm is getting there. Just give me an hour.” He leaned back, feeling himself getting comfortable by then. Yet soon, he thought he heard something. It was soft but felt like a ticking in his ear.

“Sombra… there’s a ticking. What is that?” Dusk groaned, feeling the noise going to his head as it continued. Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.

“What are you talking about, Dusk?” Sombra said, looking at her husband, unsure what he might have meant.

“There’s a ticking; it sounds like a clock,” Dusk said, his voice turning back to normal as he rubbed his head. Sombra’s eyes widened as she had an idea of what he might have been talking about, suddenly calling out to the driver.

“Stop the limo!” The tires squealed as the car stopped right then. Sombra reached out, grabbing Dusk, and she threw him right out of the limo. He slid against the asphalt. He groaned as he moved around the grass while he saw Sombra pulling herself out of the limo. Barely moving out there, as the Limo exploded in a glorious blaze. The fire around her consumed Sombra as she moved away. Dusk watched in horror, feeling himself sobering up as he raised his hands, screaming in horror, watching as the fire consumed her.

“No!” He exclaimed the horrors as he saw the flames slowly dying out of the Limo, a black husk. A long pause while he looked at it. Feeling the heat beating off his face. At the same time, he wasn’t sure how he could react to such a sight.

“Dusk, is something wrong?” Sombra’s voice appeared behind him as He stopped finding himself blinking while he turned around. Sombra stood there, her dress on fire, as he watched in horror,

“You on fire!” He called out, running towards her, ready to put the flames out, something to stop the fire, but she raised a hand.

“Not a good idea. This is Greek fire. If it gets on you, the flames might consume you, and there’s barely anything we could do to put it out.” She reached over, taking the dress as she stood there wearing simply a bra and panties; the dress vanished as she let out a long sigh.

“This sucks; I liked that dress,” Sombra muttered, more annoyed at such a thing as she looked back at Dusk. The worried look on his face while she smiled,

“You ok there, honey.” She smirked while Dusk was trying to find the exact words to say.

“I mean, I just kind of saw you consumed by fire… that’s all; how are you even, oh right, Goddess.”

“You’re darn tooting it, hubby, Though it’s sweet that you came over to try and save sweet ol me.” She moved over, hugging him, her grip was tight, “Sure, you might not have been able to get much done, but its so sweet you considered risking your life to try and save me.” She leaned in, kissing his head, her soft lips pressing against him felt so warm, even with the Greek fire warming the area.

“Who could have caused this? I mean, who would have wanted us dead?” Dusk asked, watching as the car continued to burn away until nothing remained.

“A good few might have wanted me dead, but using Greek fire makes no sense. It wouldn’t do anything to me.” Sombra said, finding herself even more confused but shaking her head.

“We better head to our hotel room, I was hoping we could have done this the easy way, but well hold on.” Sombra’s hand swiped the air, moving slowly as if she was cutting something, and there a green light appeared. She reached over, holding his hand with the other as she muttered.

“Hold on there, baby.” She pulled him into the light, a hard flash as Dusk felt himself holding onto her. The light dimmed away while he followed her, and soon they walked through the empty nothingness. Such a thing as they moved through, he couldn’t help but find himself asking,

“What is this?” His voice seemed to echo.

“It’s the world between worlds. If you want to call it anything, I guess it’s limbo, but I once heard a man call it the abomination of outer horror. I think his name was Lovecraft. At least, that’s what I heard from the rumors. The human finds himself here by accident. He went completely mad when we got a hold of him. Spouting on about the outer gods and horrors one should never see.”

“And you think it was a good idea to bring me through this if that guy went insane?” Dusk found himself asking more, shocked, while he tried to focus on Sombra, yet at the same time, he felt like something, somewhere, was watching him. He had no idea where or when, but his spine chilled, imagining what it could be.

“No worry, you’re with me, just hold my hand and don’t go off the trail. I promise you’ll be safe. I normally don’t take it this way. Unless it’s work. But I’m making an exception for us now. Besides, This area affects mortals differently. They see things. But I promise you, nothing will happen as long as I’m with you.” Sombra spoke as he listened to her voice, trying to focus on anything but that feeling. He thought he heard scurrying like bugs crawling all around him.

“Not a fan of this place,” Dusk muttered, trying to fight off an anxiety attack, as he heard Sombra giggle.

“No worry, once we’re out of here, you don’t have to take it. It’s been a rough night.” Soon Dusk could see the light, a bright white one, like he was about to enter into heaven’s light. He wanted to go there, get away from this lonely darkness, as he moved In closer. Feeling the Goddess rubbing the back of his hand.

“There, there just relax. Almost out of here.” She muttered as they soon began passing right through the light. Her being his guiding angel. They passed through the bright light and out on the other side, the appearance of the hotel, as they looked at it, nothing fancy like the Hilton, but more over the holiday inn. Dusk found his mouth dropped as they were nowhere near where the limo had been.

“See it wasn’t all that bad it’s not like you—.” But before she could say anything Dusk ran over to the closes garbage can and started puking his guts out, everything he drank and ate spilling out into the trash, as Sombra shook her head, “Never mind, we should get checked in.”

They headed over to the hotel, Dusk feeling pretty foul as he shook his head,

“Yeah, not doing that again; I’d say we take the bus.” He groaned while sobered up; whatever that place had done accelerated his body as he was no longer a drunk fool but felt like he had just gotten pushed into the hangover's beginning stage. Sombra is talking to the desk clerk, who didn’t seem to notice how Sombra was standing there in her underwear. Dusk wasn’t sure how to react to t

“Don’t worry I promise you I won’t do that; now come on let’s go to our hotel room.” She smirked, holding the key card, and they headed to their room.

“I’ve got to ask, why this area? Not that I’m denying but I honestly imagined you would have picked something a bit more fancy.”

“Well, it’s a simple place, a bit cheap, especially since we’re celebrating our honey, and I don’t like the Hilton; it's too stuffy for me.” She snorted, “Ever been in the hotel room, well, it’s the same as any other but overly expensive, and still has the cum stains on the bed. Beside. I figured you’d be more comfortable with something not as high-end, baby.” She smirked while they entered into their room—the key card going off.

They walked in, and Dusk knew one thing the room was highly different. Transformed it reminded him more of a stereotypical Honeymoon suit.. A heart-shaped bed, a hot tub in the corner, the lights shining brightly while Dusk walked in more shocked while looking back at his Goddess wife.

Author's Note

Hey Guy's hope you enjoy the chapter sorry it took so long, just one of those thigns I've got some chapters in the work. Though if your wondering why i didn't bring out the spicy marriage consumation, Well guess what coming up next chapter hehe.

A goddess's work is never done

“I had a few changes made.” She smiled while closing the door. Dusk nodded while he let out a groan.

“It sucks that our clothes got burned away cause I’d like to have a good change right about now.” Looking over to his roughed-up suit.

“I’ll have someone come over and bring us some new clothes for now. I think you should get comfortable. We had a rough day.” She smirked, closing the door behind her. The sound of the door clicking. The sign reading, do not disturb, was placed there if anyone walked by. Swaying back and forth. As she moved into, her husband.

She walked over, caressing his cheek as she muttered,

“Now that all this excitement is over. The party is done, so now it’s just you and me.” She blew into his ear, causing the young man to shudder. As she moved down. Her fingers went down his shirt as they slowly began unraveling, vanishing from sight as he sat there naked and exposed to the world.

“Hmm, will you look at that? Someone seems to be excited to see me.” She reached down, grabbing his member. Her firm hand gripped it while she licked his ear. Giving it a good squeeze, Dusk couldn’t help finding that his cock hardened from the attention. The way she moved up and down the base of his member. Slowly giving it the attention it hadn’t gotten for a week as he groaned,

“Woah, careful there.” He grunted while Sombra smirked, an almost sadistic turn on her face. She looked at his cock, licking her lips,

“Why? Is your dick extra sensitive?” Sombra smirked, taking control as she moved in, kissing his neck and squeezing his member harder. It hurt, yet simultaneously, it felt so amazing as she dragged, twisting her hand and rolling it on the head of his penis as she moved down quicker, really pumping his shaft. Dusk found himself letting out another grunt. As she began to move around straddling him. Her body pressed against him as she moved in, kissing his lips softly and muttering,

“You may kiss your Goddess.” She moaned, her arms wrapping around him while they held onto each other. Dusk, unable to resist, did so, returning the kiss. While he felt his hard cock pushing between her ass cheeks. Their lips meeting as they moved against each other. Her tongue pressing against his lips. His mouth opening letting her in as he felt her tongue wiggling into his mouth. A long moan as she moved it against him. A slow passion, while Dusk reached around rubbing her rump. Her asscheeks felt soft, and plump as he couldn’t help giving it a firm smack. Sombra moaned gently as she looked at him, licking her lips.

“Someones getting cocky now isn’t he.” She muttered grinding against his dick. Making him groan. It felt so, good.

“I mean, I’ve got to pleasure a Goddess, so there’s a little bit of pressure.” He joked, while Sombra licked her lips in agreement.

“Why yes, pleasuring a goddess, you’ve got so much to do.” She spoke to him in the calm tone, as she moved in pressing her chest against him her arms wrapping around as she whispered in his ear,

“Relax, and imagine it’s just the two of us, right now.” She moaned as she lifted her hips. Dusk could feel this tip of his penis pushing against her entrance the slow long move as she rocked against it, as she moaned more. As Dusk could feel soft sparks running down his body as she plunged down on him. His member sinking deep within him, as he let out a hard gasp.

“So hot, R-Sombra!” He muttered while he found his hips bucking in response, as she sat there straddling his cock, as she let him adjust to her warmth. Her hips grinding against him. Unable to resist as she licked her lips whispering,

“Hmm so thick, if you want I can make you far bigger.” She teased bitting on the bottom part of his ear as he groaned,

“Holy, fuck you can?” He muttered as he found himself already overwhelmed, sure the young man had fucked a few people, but this. It was on a whole other level, as he wanted to move, he wanted to take her, as she giggled,

“I can do as I please, While the other American gods are limited to their branches but as their leader, I have special perks.” She cooed into his ear as Dusk could feel spark running through his body as he found himself pushed back. Laying on the bed looking up to the angel— No this goddess who rolled her hips.

“I’m the first of the American gods so I’m privileged with many things.” She moaned as she lifted herself up pushing up while her hands reached down holding his chest as she let him watch his cock leaving her warm pussy. Only the tip of his cock left inside her. Before she moved down again, a hard grunt.

“Oh… crap, you feel so…” He moaned hard as she repeated the process grinding her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The way she moved faster, as she let out a soft moan. Dusk reached around grabbing her plump ass, gripping it right as he held onto the goddess for dear life. The way she bounced on him causing the bed to rock back. As he gripped harder.

“Thats it baby, just keep fucking me like that.” She moaned as she rolled her hips as she brought her lips to his, as he bounced faster. Moaning hard, Dusk finding his stomach twisting, a fire burning in him as he kept moving his hips meeting her half way. The room felt hot, the way she rode him, Dusk kept going, his hips pounding, feeling overwhelmed with want and desire. As he slapped her ass, the sound of her cheeks clapping, as Sombra cried out in lustful desire.

“Sombra, Sombra, holy fuck!” was all Dusk found himself exclaiming his mind off in a far off galaxy consumed by lustful want, as he felt Sombra pushing him down, his back against the bed, as she leaned in. Her hands on his chest pushing him down, it was like she was pushing all the air out of him as he couldn’t hold back. His balls tightening up as he found himself shooting his load into her.

“Fuck!” he spoke out in a hefty dry voice, as she pushed down on his chest with great force. While she screamed out in orgasmic bliss.

“Thats right! Cum in your goddess, fill her with your sacred seed!” She moaned out. Dusk couldn’t help it, feeling him unleash his load, as he growled in such a way, as he felt his member drained, of every ounce. A hard puff as he found himself collapsing down on the ground.

“Holy crap… That was amazing.” He muttered as he felt his cock squeezed by her pussy, the way she held onto him as Sombra leaned in kissing his cheek, and the corner of his lip.

“Hmm that was amazing.” She moaned out as she caressed his side. Dusk laid there. He found his heart racing as he couldn’t believe how it went, the sex, was quiet something. He couldn’t remember he had sex as good as this, as he realized he just came inside her.

“Oh shit, um, is it safe for me to cum in you? I’m not ready to become a dad or anything.” He muttered finding himself pushing himself up. But Sombra giggled as she moved over shushing him, her finger over his lips.

“Relax, I’m not going to become pregnant that easily, It takes a good few tries before a Goddess like myself even can get knocked up. Beside, I was prepared, till we’re ready you’ll simply be firing blanks.” She winked as she moved in licking his lips. As she whispered into his ear.

“So relax, and enjoy yourself, cause we’ve got all the time in the world.” She moaned into his ear. Dusk only nodded understanding what she said as she moved on rubbing against him. Though as he laid there, the goddess of war rubbing against him.

Dusk found himself thinking, Who would be trying to kill me? It was a weird thing but something he imagined he would talk to Sombra in the morning, but soon, He found himself overwhelmed with fatigue as he soon.

The next day Dusk Moon found himself waking up. His head hurt as he pulled himself out of bed,

“Gah, my head. What did I drink?” he mumbled, barely noticing his surroundings as he walked to the bathroom. Dusk let out a hard groan as he felt the burning light. His fingers fumbled around, searching for the light switch as he turned it on.

“Gah, bright light, bright light.” He muttered while he took a moment adjusting as he looked at himself. His hair was wild and all over the place. His neck was covered in light marks, though he imagined they might have been hickeys.

“I think I overdid it last night.” He grumbled, trying his best to remember what happened when he felt a pair of arms wrapping around him.

“Oh, you did quite a bit, my dear husband.” Moaned the soft feminine voice as he found himself looking into the mirror. Sombra had appeared out of nowhere as she moved, caressing his chest. The gold banned shimmered around her ring finger as Dusk nodded,

“So, what are the plans for today? Spend time in the hot tub? Maybe see some sights, or just back in bed all day.” He found himself smiling at her. If they were going to be married, he might as well make it work out to the best of his abilities. Sombra shook her head,

“As much as I would love nothing more than to do that. I have certain duties I must follow; a Goddess’s job is never done.” She smirked while she moved around, groping his member. His dick responded accordingly.

“But No worry, I’ve set it up so you can enjoy yourself until I return.” She moved, kissing his neck as she mumbled, “So be a good boy and enjoy yourself; I’ll be gone for at least a few hours.” She moved over, caressing his side as she licked her lips. Sombra moved back for a second when they heard a knocking on the door. She became more annoyed as she walked out of the bathroom, opening their hotel door.

“Yes? What do you need.” Her voice turned from the sultry mistress to the hardened boss. The man standing there was hunched over, reminding him of a skinny man wearing a trench coat. At the same time, he rubbed his sizeable red nose as he spoke up.

“I got some of the information you wanted, boss.”

“Thank you, Richard; come in then.” She opened the door, her fingers snapping as she was no longer in the white robe. A fine suit appeared over her. Her red tie was well-worn as she brushed her hair back. Dusk found himself walking in wearing a pair of sweatpants at this point, finding himself more curious.

“Dusk, this is Richard, American God of Investigation. If something happens, we send him in.” She muttered while Richard sat down.

“I also write some mysteries on the side, though no one notices….” He muttered, almost disappointed. Richard brought out some papers. “But that’s not the point; we looked over the Limo as you requested, and yes, it was a bomb set off to create Greek fire.”

He moved over, showing photos of the limo and, under the burnt mess, a small device attached to the gas tank. Sombra watched him,

“Is there anything else, like who it might be?”

“Afraid not, whoever did this was clever, as there isn’t any divine energy or fingerprints, so whoever planted it might have had a mortal do it for them so they wouldn’t be noticed,” Richard said. At the same time, he brought out a few papers while he added up.

“Nothing much, it’s a standard bomb, but we can suspect it might be a war god, who might have made it but the pantheon. Not sure since there are plenty that might know how to make it.

Dusk found himself looking over, raising an eyebrow,

“What about that one guy? You know, the one who came over to dinner that one night. He seemed pissed about us being married.” He had a bad feeling about the guy but wondered if there was a chance that could work. Sombra moved her hand.

“I suspect it might be him; the issue is that Greek fire is common knowledge among War gods; Greek gods do know it. The issue is motive. Blueblood isn’t stupid. He would know we would suspect it was him. So why risk getting caught? No, this has to be someone else. I’ve made a lot of enemies in the past; Blueblood isn’t the first.” Sombra moved over as she examined some of the photos. Dusk nodded while rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh, my bad, I just assumed.” Somehow he felt more like an idiot now than ever before while Sombra looked at him with that gentle smile as she pulled herself away and rubbed his cheek.

“Listen, it’s not a problem. I have my suspicions and would have suspected it was him. The guy’s shifty, heck I still have him on my lists, but I can’t just blame him….” She found herself sighing. “I swear drama between the gods is the most annoying thing you’ll ever have to deal with, worst than politics.”

Richard sat there for a minute watching,

“Um, boss, can I leave? I’ve got to work on a few other things, and there’s a homicide where the detectives need me to lead them on the right track.” He spoke up, rubbing his red nose, his eyes shifting around, clearly nervous while trying to see what was happening.

“Go, Richard; just notify us if you find anything else.” The Red nose God nodded as he grabbed his papers and shoved them back in his coat; he moved over, giving a slouched bend as he walked out the door, somehow making himself look minuscule and unseen. When he left the honeymoon suit, Dusk almost forgot about the man- or God.

Sombra let out a long sigh, moving around as she grabbed the papers Richard left.

“Still at square one, But we’ll get some leads,” Sombra muttered, the frustration hidden behind those brown eyes. Long-standing, she looked at the time. Dusk nodded.

“Plenty of times; not like it will be the death of me, right.” He found himself feeling cringing at the choice of words. Sombra smirked while she kept an eye on the time but imagined she had enough time as she sat down.

“So Dusk, tell me what you enjoy doing?” The light in her eyes as she sat on the bed, crossing her legs at that point. Dusk looked at her for half a second. Not sure what he could say.

“I mean, I’ve got a few things I enjoy doing.” He muttered while he thought back. It was something that Dusk thought was funny if he just brought it up. It would be simple. But the fact that she asked him, his mind drew a blank for a good minute. Sombra smiled as she seemed to wait for his answer with great patience.

“I enjoy music, mostly, and reading, cars.” He remembered how he hoped to restore a few classics one day. Well, if he could, he never had the money to afford to do it during his stint and dating Rarity. He had doubts he would have the means to do it.

“Hmm, That’s Interesting, Though I’m sure I could pull in some favors. Especially if you like cars.” She moved in, licking her lips.

“I know the God of Automobiles, and I’m sure he’d love to do something for you.” She chuckled, more so as it reminded Dusk of a sugar momma. It made his stomach turn not like that.

“I don’t think I can take that offer.” He spoke, his heart pounding. Sombra watched him, eyeing him with curiosity. She tilted her head, almost like she was thinking about something.

“Oh, and why’s that?”

“Well, it just wouldn’t be right. I mean… I wouldn’t want you to feel like I’m using you.” Dusk mutters, how everything overwhelmed him while he looks toward the goddess. Who only gave him a wide smirk.

“Hmm, that is quite interesting; alright though, if you need any fun. Just let me know, baby.” She leaned in, kissing his neck, her finger circling his chest as she moved back, turning her body as she held her hand up, snapping her fingers.

“I’ll see you later; please enjoy yourself, baby.” She muttered as she turned to the door walking out. Dusk would watch her for a good minute as he sat there. He was wondering what she was going to be doing. Such an idea. He could only imagine what a Goddess of Strength and War could do on her time at work.

He was distracted when he turned over, looking at his phone. The way it rested on the side desk. He could feel his curiosity running over him as he got up and grabbed it. His fingers went over the screen while he pulled Facebook up. It requested him to log in before he continued, and he was just about to when he realized something.

“They think I’m dead….” The realization hit him, his family thinking he had left this world, and somehow it hurt him as he realized this type of thing. “What was I thinking? It’s not like I can call them up and go. Hi Mom, My death was exaggerated; I’m not dead. I just got married after I found out Rarity cheated on me.” Dusk sighed, sitting back on the heart-shaped bed, the long quiet moment as he thought about what to do.

Then there was the curious moment where he wondered what his family was doing. So he decided to compromise; as he moved in and started making a new Facebook and making up a name, he went with the name Jack Smith. He made a semi-fake profile picture and started moving over, friending some of his family members. He stopped for a second when he saw Rarity’s profile. His finger hesitated on the friend request. He found himself pausing there, wondering if that was a good idea.

Then there was the temptation of what she might be doing as he reached over, hitting her profile. Dusk remembered all the times he suggested she put it on private, but she never did. As he moved over, looking over to see what Rarity was doing. His mind was racing while he looked over her profile.

He looked at it and somehow felt his blood boiling, the rag running over his face, while he saw that she had been at his ‘funeral’ The way she wore black, looking sad, crying, while Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash was there. Dusk could feel his blood boiling at this point. The fact she brought the person who cheated on him to his funeral somehow pissed Dusk off more, as she spoke about how she missed him and couldn’t believe he did that to himself.

“That bitch!” He spoke out as he threw the phone right out the window. He could hear the wind whistling as it was thrown out with a light thump.

“Fuck!” He muttered, instantly regretting what he did. Dusk found himself leaving the hotel, grabbing his key card before leaving as he descended the stairs. Everything about the situation frustrated him. The worst part was he didn’t know why he was so mad. He should have been over it. He should have left it be. But the fact he saw that picture. The way she had her arm around that other man’s arms boiled his blood even more.

He was lost in his thoughts as he walked out of the hotel room. Dusk looked around for his phone, spending ten minutes keeping his eyes out when he saw it.

“There, well, it doesn’t look too bad.” He muttered, looking over the phone. Probably one of the last remaining objects from his old life. A time before he knew that Gods were real. A Time when he didn’t have to think about a cheating girlfriend or someone trying to blow him up. A simple time, a simple life.

Dusk looked at the screen. It was okay, though; at the very least, there was a heavy scratch. He couldn’t help but consider himself lucky at this point, it could have been far worst, and the fact it still turned on and worked was a big plus. He opened the screen and saw Rarity’s page, as he let out a long sigh and closed it.

“I’ve got to let this go; it’s the past; I shouldn’t be focused on it.” Little did Dusk know it would be far more complicated for him to let it go in the future. He put his phone in his pocket and headed back inside the hotel. Yet before he turned around, he found himself seeing something.

He saw a humanoid figure in black standing in the distance, watching him. He stared at it for a good minute. Dusk wondered what it might have been. The figure didn’t seem to move, just simply watching him. Dusk could feel his back tingling at this point while stepping away. His eyes were not leaving such a thing as he headed back into the hotel.

-000-

Sombra walked down the long untraveled route through the great abyss while reviewing her day’s list. Sombra let out a long sigh as she could feel her divine energy running through her. The power of the cosmos surrounded her as she walked down this world and began her sacred duty.

The portal slowly opened as she stepped through; she was standing in front of the wreckage, Cars piling up as she looked over to find who she needed help. People were screaming, struggling, and moving around when she heard her like a psychic. Calling her as she passed, the world did not notice or even acknowledge her will on the mortals around her as she saw her first client. A mother, looking at her daughter locked in the car, trapped inside it as a part of it was on fire. At the same time, The woman screamed for help. She called while trying to save the little one with all her might.

“Don’t worry; you’ll save her.” Sombra bent over, whispering into the mother’s ear. The soft, caring voice as she moved, caressing her shoulder. At the same time, the woman was slamming her hand into the window. She might have broken her hand instead of the window if she kept going.

“Look over there; that should help open the door,” Sombra whispered, pointing out the long poll. That mother suddenly found the urge to look over to the side as she saw it and ran over, grabbing it. Running over as she took it and started to pry, the door opened. Her fingers burned as the metal was hot. Yet somehow, that mother ignored the pain as she found the strength to pry open the door and reach to get her little girl out of the vehicle. The two hold each other in an embrace while. Sombra turned around, vanishing as if she had never been there before.

She continued walking off as if going through space and time. As she moved through time and space. She was finding her next client. She took a long deep breath as she prepared for what happened next.

Then she found herself standing in the middle of the forest. It was a night as she walked through there in silence. Curious about why she might need to be here. When she heard screaming, the need for help, with the light of fire coming around, illuminated her. When she walked over, seeing it.

A group of men in white sheets stood there, each watching a poor black boy with a rope around his neck. The fear in his eyes, as if he knew he was about to die. The cowards are watching him. The black holes in those white sheets made them look more like monsters as Sombra watched, nearly disgusted, while one of the figures spoke up.

“Tonight, we show the strength in our race as we take this dirty creature who feels he can be with our kind!” He spoke in a growling voice, the hatred in his voice. A true monster. As it demanded that they show strength. But Sombra watched in disgust as all she saw were weak men. Those who hid behind sheets would go off to their everyday lives. Indeed something she despised more than anything.

Yet why was she here? This made Sombra curious as she looked over. The young boy was afraid. He needed her strength. She needed the will to escape, but he wasn’t her target. However, it's when her attention turns to one of the people on the white sheet. This made her curious. Why was it that he needed her strength? She moved over and reached, grabbing his hand.

The figure in white wouldn’t notice as she read in mind, looked into his soul, and saw it… saw everything.

The person behind the cloak's name was William Watt. A young boy who was in over his head, wrapped in the anger, of feeling lost, of feeling alone, and pulled into it. He felt sick, and he wanted to stop this and do something to help the man at the end of the rope. He didn’t have the strength to freeze in fear. But now that he saw what he was about to do…

Sombra watched and smirked, licking her lips as she imagined that maybe something could change this night.

The coward in the white sheet giving his monstrous speech of preserving the bloodlines of their race droned on while Sombra whispered in the young man’s voice whose very soul might be saved.

“This isn’t right; you know that.” She whispered, the sweet calmness in her voice preserving it as she spoke like a lover, a family. “They are wrong, but you can save him. Do some good in this world, Don’t let them kill that boy.” She muttered as she reached down from the other man’s pockets, pulling out a gun and slowly placing it in the young man’s hand.

“Do what's right; save your soul and his.” She exclaimed while she moved, caressing his cheek under the white robe. The man seemed to stutter lightly, like he acknowledged Sombra speaking in a soft tone,

“Are you my conscious?” He was simple for a second while Sombra smirked, whispering.

“Yes, now go in there, and save that young man.”

Without warning, the nameless man pulled his sheet off his face. An average-looking man who looked to be around twenty as he brought the gun out. His hand raised as he fired the shot at the coward giving his speech, firing the gun. The bullet flew through the air as he ran up and helped the black man out of the noose.

“Get out of here!” he called out, watching the black man as he pushed him off.

Sombra smirked, watching as the young black man pushed himself off and ran from the scene.

Though Sombra was about to leave, she looked at the young man holding the gun as the others ran at him. Behind the young man was the Goddess of Death and lust, Cadence, The sad look on the death Goddess’s face.

Sombra’s job here was done as she continued her duties, helping those who needed her help. She didn’t know who they were, but she moved on to helping those nameless people who needed the strength to do the right thing, to fight for something. Men, women, children, it didn’t matter; if someone needed the strength and will, she was there.

Sombra found herself moving over, going to one of her past clients. She saw someone standing in front of a bridge. The misery on their face. The look of hopelessness as they looked off into the distance, as Sombra knew this was who needed her the most. A young man was barely there as he held the edge of the bridge.

Tears ran down the young man’s face as he looked over the edge. The silence on his face as Sombra reached over, running her hand down his shoulder. She looked into his past.

His name was Trouble shoe, around the age of twenty-five, and he found himself here as he felt his soul crushed and lost. If anything, it all began when a drunk driver hit his pregnant wife. His life only seemed to go down from there; for Trouble Shoe, nothing was left for him, and Sombra thought for the young man. As she moved, she patted his shoulder.

Trouble Shoe found himself stopping right there, turning around as he saw Sombra. She stood there with a light smile,

“Hey, are you okay?” She said in a friendly voice. Trouble Shoe looked at her for a good second.

“Um… Yeah.” He lied while his hand gripped the edge of the bridge, while Sombra gave him a gentle smile,

“Um, I hate to ask, but is there any way you could give me a hand?” She spoke carefully while adding more divine energy, enticing him to want to come and help.

“What the matter?” Trouble shoe asked as he felt his fingers slacking off.

“Well, my car broke down just a bit from here, and I was wondering if you could give me a hand?” Sombra spoke, her hands holding together while she swayed back and forth. She was trying to bring him over, away from the edge of the bridge.

Trouble Shoe watched her for a second; the way she looked small and needed help.

“Um, no problem. I guess I can help.” He moved, following the young-looking woman who looked like she needed help. Trouble Shoe imagined after helping her; he could always come back there. He moved away from the bridge for the time.

Trouble Shoe followed behind her for a minute as they seemed to head off the bridge.

“So, what happened.”

“Well, I have no idea one minute, I’m like driving, and the next thing I knew, my car went out.”

“It sounds like the battery. Maybe need a kick start.” Trouble Shoe said while watching the woman.

“Maybe, though it’s been a rough year, I probably haven’t been able to get stuff like this check.”

“Huh, Yeah, I guess I know what you mean. Times are rough.” He moved onward, following behind the woman; somehow, there was something strange about her, but he shook his head. He figured it might have just been his mood while he moved on.

“It’s times like that when you need to keep going even in the roughest times.” The woman spoke while Trouble Shoe heard her. The way she talked caught him more as he nodded,

“Yeah, you’re right. I mean… sometimes you have to keep going.” His heart hurt thinking back to what happened to him and the people he lost; as he felt his eyes stinging, he wanted to cry. He tried to say something. But he just kept it in.

“That's fair, oh um, my cars here.” She moved over, showing it, while Trouble Shoe nodded, barely realizing they had walked so far that he was away from the bridge. He moved over and found himself looking at the car. It was a Nissan; not surprising those things always ran like shit.

“Hey, Mind putting the hood up.” Though when he turned around, he saw she was gone. Trouble Shoe stopped, more confused,

“What the… Where did she?” He felt confused when he saw a small card in his hand that read.

Sometimes we all need a little bit of help. Just give this number a call. Life is worth living. He stared at it, turning the card around and seeing a number, as he wasn’t sure how to feel.

“I… What in the world?” He found himself more confused as he saw himself walking down the road. He came to realize he wasn’t that far from his car. He decided that maybe tonight wasn’t the night, and he needed to get some sleep. It takes some time to think things out. In contrast, he moved over, slipping the card into his back pocket.

It would be a night he would tell his people for a long time. The night he met somehow had met a ghost. Though he wondered in his heart if it was actually something else.

-000-

Sombra walked down the bath, a long sigh as she headed back to the hotel, thinking about that last client. A part of her hoped that he took the card and would call the person to get their needed help.

She may be a God, but her control wasn’t absolute; they could always change their minds. Do something different. That was the thing about mortals. They sometimes confused the Gods; they did things they wouldn’t see coming.

Though, that case had her thinking about Dusk. The way this man was about to end himself over the loss of a loved one, while Dusk had been pushed to the same point, a broken heart, the feeling of being hurt. It was something Sombra couldn’t understand. But in some ways, she hoped that she might one day understand. However, it caused her to wonder. Who had been trying to kill Dusk?

“It might be Blueblood, but…” She found herself kicking herself.

She fully suspected it was that god. A selfish god, if anything could be said. It frustrated her seeing someone like that, such an entitled little prick. She even remembers the day that Zeus came to her, telling her how that moron Liesmith had somehow come back from the dead and killed Apollo to take his power.

To say she hadn’t wanted to tear her hair out had really pissed her off. While she moved around rubbing her temple.

“If that fucked returned, I’m gonna just behead him myself.” She groaned, knowing that it was her pantheon’s fault and she had to make it up. But the idea that she was close to marrying Blueblood had disgusted her even more. The fact that Zeus wanted an alliance and thought that this would lead to it her marrying a minor god of War, and her pumping out a kid.

She had rejected this, she had told Zeus she’d instead have gone to war, then deal with that spoiled god. Though simultaneously, she imagined that Zeus would have gotten the other gods on his side, and she didn’t want to risk a war between all of them. So she had brought up the deal, providing them a replacement child, but she got to choose her husband.

“Did I make the right choice?” Sombra found herself asking, as she thought back at Dusk, she felt a spring of guilt, as if she was using the mortal for her selfish gain. But was it really what he wanted? She imagined that she would need to speak to him—something, but only when the time came.

Yet she was desperate, The king of the Greek Gods had given her three months to find a husband, and she was running out of time. She had looked over her own pantheon but found none for her standards. Though this month, she had been close to picking one of them.

Yet it was when she had found herself at work; she saw Dusk, seeing how he was pushed to the edge as he jumped. She had almost screwed it up, as he fell. Yet, it was when he hit that flag pole and pulled himself up, screaming for help. The strength he had was wanting to live. To exist, something had sparked a fire in her.

I’ll save you if you do something for me. It was what she said, and she gave him the option. Marry me, or die. However, this could only make her wonder if she made the right choice. Taking away his own free will by hand-stringing her, but she shook her head.

“No, he would have died, and It’s my duty to protect mortals; I’m the Goddess of strength and War.” Which made her think. War, right, but how long have you made a war… a real war? Sure, you draw power on what America declares war on, War on poverty, war on terror, and drugs…. But we haven’t been in the kind of war we were created.

Sombra thought about it, but overall imagined it was a good thing; a War deity’s duty is not to cause the chaotic form of war but to bring the tides for their people. To protect them, to bring the feeling of victory. A war god did not love war, and they are born from it, needed for it. She was a Goddess of War made to bring freedom for the people of this nation. For freedom, the war had to be forged. To give them a fighting chance.

She was lost in thoughts as she walked through the abyss, as her time was up.

“I should head back… Spend time with my husband.” Looking down at her wedding band. She decided at the least, she wouldn’t regret her choice. There was no going back on it. Even as a God, she respected her vow They made their choice and there was no going back.

Besides, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. She let out a sigh and would open the portal, and walk back in to the honeymoon suite. She was going to need something to refresh her after her work. Maybe a nice dip in the hot tub. Dusk could do something nice for her also.
She was sure in time, everything would turn out good for her.

Author's Note

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War and strength

Sombra slowly walked through the portal. She stepped in front of the hotel room with a light smile and waved her hand, allowing the door to open. She’s immediately met with a smell, a heavy scent. She was shocked as she took it in—the sizzling sounds as she walked in to look around. Sombra walked through the honeymoon suite. The main room is empty, and the Goddess finds herself more curious.

“Dusk, I’m back?” She spoke up in that calm sultry voice while there was a moment’s pause as Dusk called out.

“I’m in the Kitchen!” He exclaimed; she followed his room into the back and found him in the makeshift kitchen. He was cutting up potatoes, the knife in his hands as he was cutting potatoes, turning them into small squares as he ran the blade over them. He’s sharply cutting them like they were nothing.

“Oh, Dusk, you don’t need to do that. You could have called over some of the help.” She clapped her hand as a woman with pointy ears appeared without warning. She was wearing a chef’s hat and an apron, ready to work. Dusk looked at the other woman and shook his head.

“It’s fine; it gives me something to do. Besides, I used to cook a lot in my old life.” He muttered while he grabbed an onion, cutting it up into bits as he tossed it into the pan.

Sombra looked over to see what he was cooking: simple potatoes and sausage. The way it sizzled in there, the smell was intoxicating as she looked at it. Sombra watched for a minute as she wasn’t sure what to say.

“It’s nice, but you don’t need to. I’ve got people to help.” She looked back at her cook. However, Dusk looked at her for a second.

“It’s fine; besides, as I said gives me something to do; I’m not exactly used to having others do things for me. So This gives me something.” He muttered while he grabbed the spatula and started moving it around, adding oil. The Elfish chef watched, not sure what to make of it. However, Sombra found herself sighing some.

“If you insist. Rarity, please take the night off. Do what you wish.” She said, waving her hand before the elf could respond, vanishing from sight. Sombra watched while Dusk moved over, grabbing the pan and giving it a light stir while he moved in and flipped more of the meal.

“Well, this is interesting. What’s it called?” she asked, looking over a simple meal.

“Eh, just sausage and potatoes. Dad used to make it. Cheap and simple.” He reached around, grabbed the salt and pepper, and put it over the food. The smell filled Sombra as she felt her mouth watering over this; she looked out for a second as she shook her head.

“Um, can you burn up some of mine?” She asked the look at it while Dusk looked at her. A pause on his face, as if he thought she was crazy, but he nodded.

“No problem, just let me get some of this out. Not much of a burnt kind of person.” He said, trying to keep a relaxed smirk. He grabbed a plate, put a paper towel over it, and scooped up some of the meal, putting it on there. He moved over and let the rest of the meal burn. Though the way Dusk watched it sizzle up, it was strange. But Sombra. She liked it, smelling how crispy it was before long.

Dusk would do the same thing putting it on a paper towel. The grease absorbed into the paper towel as he started putting them down onto a different set of plates as he motioned over, putting them on the table. A smiled as he sat down, looking over at the Goddess.

“So Sombra… how was work?” Dusk asked, not sure what to say. It was awkward as Sombra sat down with him.

“It was fine, some of the usual things.” She said while she grabbed one of the forks, eating away. The moment she took a bite, she found herself bursting with the flavor. Even while burnt to a crisp, she found herself enjoying it. She moved in, taking another bite quickly while Dusk also went in to eat.

“Well, what does that usually consist of?”

There Sombra told him about the various things she had done that night, though finding herself leaving out Trouble shoe. She didn’t want to risk something as she moved around and ate away more, taking the time to savor the meal. Sure, she had some of the finest meals out there. But this, it was… Different. She couldn’t point it out, but such a taste had gotten her attention as she tried her best not to moan in ecstasy. Dusk took a bite eating away like it was nothing, barely noticing how Sombra was acting while he munched away.

“So Dusk, how's been your day besides cooking this amazing meal.” She said, smiling at him and complimenting his food; Dusk couldn’t help but feel his stomach going light. He couldn’t remember when someone other than his family complimented his cooking. Rarity hadn’t said much, and she mainly wanted to do the cooking and barely let him add or try something else.

“Oh, it was ok, Though I just found myself thinking about the whole situation. It’s funny.” He spoke while he took another bite. The fork slid in while Sombra smirked,

“Oh really, and what's so funny?” Sombra asked while she reached over, grabbed a drink, took a sip, and watched Dusk for a good minute.

“Well, the whole situation, finding out that gods and Goddesses are real. I was raised Christian, so it’s somewhat weird, even if I became more of an Atheist. I mean, to think the other day I was speaking to Zeus, Drinking with Thor and Loki. I could only imagine how my Sunday School teacher might react. Probably bursting a blood vessel at the sure idea.” He found himself laughing, taking a drink. While he moved continued his meal.

“I mean, it just feels strange; for a good while, I just never had much thought about gods. Thinking they were just stories, but now just seeing them. It’s just hard to believe.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head while Sombra smirked. Her hands were clasping together as she found herself rather amused.

“True though we, god, don’t show ourselves off as much as we used to.” She chuckled while she took a long drink while she watched him. She barely noticed the fact that she was almost finished with her plate.

“Really, how come?” Dusk chuckled, returning for another bite while Sombra gently licked her lips.

“Well, we decided that it would be good to stay out of sight from you mortals at a certain point; while most of us gain out powers from your prayer, we also came to realize that if we kept doing this, it would be more destructive to use, The Egyptian gods are an example. When their people were destroyed, Those gods had become weakened beyond imagination. It’s only after the rediscovery from you mortals and learning about their culture have they ever really to what little powers they have.” She moved in, lapping up some burnt potatoes and biting into them.

“So, like the crusades, they caused some trouble for you guys.”

“Exactly, one God got a little too greedy and caused so much trouble that it nearly destroyed us because he wanted all the prayers. All it did was destroy himself.” Sombra leaned in against the table as she showed off her cleavage.

“how many people in those houses of worship have prayer in their hearts? Not greed or fear, but prayer? It matters.” There was a moment of silence while Dusk found himself thinking about the implications.

“What about Jesus? If I can ask?”

“A special case, he was a man, but simultaneously, he was a god. You would call him a Demigod. Don’t ask me who sired him; I don’t think we can remember.” She finished her meal for a minute while Dusk nodded, though he sat down briefly while he thought about it.

“Well, that’s interesting; I mean… I know I can’t describe myself as an atheist, not really… Since you guys are real.” He found himself wanting to laugh, really finding such a thing wild, while Sombra smirked as she put her plate away, turning around and giving him a cheeky smile.

“Well, I suppose I can find a way to show I’m real though last night really should have been proof that I am real.” She smirked as, without warning, she vanished into thin air. Dusk looked around, more surprised, wondering where she went, when he saw the table top lift as he spoke up.

“Sombra… what are you?” His answer met when he heard his zipper pulled down, and he looked down, shocked, as he grabbed the table.

“Oh, My dear husband, I’m showing you how real I am and figured I’d have some desert.” She spoke with a coy while Dusk held on. He could feel her slipping his pants down. The cold draft hit his soft figure while Sombra chuckled.

“Oh, I thought you were bigger last time. I better help get a raise out of you.” She moved on, kissing the head. Sombra’s soft lips moved against it, giving a light lick. He groaned the way she moved around his cock. Licking it slowly, swirling her tongue, Dusk imagined that she was treating his cock like a popsicle the way she licked it, trying to get into the center, as she enjoyed every second.

“S-Sombra.” He moaned, feeling her pop the head of his dick into her mouth, giving it a firm suck as he sighed. He tried lifting the tablecloth, but she reached over, pulling it down like she wanted him to use his imagination.

“So… So good.” He moaned as he felt her bobbing back and forth, really getting the hang of it, as he groaned. His legs bucked as he gripped the table. The sounds of her lips smacking as she let out light moans,

“So good. Do you like my fat cock?” he groaned, really getting into it as he heard her moan, “Uh huh.” The way she said it with her lips around his dick turned him on more as he groaned.

“Oh Fuck, keep going.” He could feel her how fingers jiggle and run over his balls. The way It made his heart pound louder as he groaned.

“Like that, keep moving that tongue.” He moaned out, his hips pushing up and sinking deeper into her mouth as she moaned out.

“Like this.” Her muffled voice said as she rolled her tongue faster, going up and down his member as he gasped, “Yes, just… Don’t— don’t stop!” he groaned. He panted as she used her fingers; there was a tingling feeling as he gasped hard. He couldn’t remember the last time he got a blow job as he leaned back when he felt his head pushing back against something. As he looked back, finding that standing right behind him was Sombra. Her hair looked a bit longer as she gave him a wide smirk.

“What in the?” Dusk reached around, seeing that Sombra was also under the table. Her hair was short; that was all that was different as the goddess smirked at him.

Though the Sombra behind him whispering in his ears.

“Do you believe in Gods now, baby?” she whispered in his ear in that sensual voice as he groaned.

“I do now. Oh gods!” he felt ready to burst in Sombra’s mouth, but The short hair Sombra or as he might call her, prime Sombra, stopped and gave his member a firm squeeze as she pulled back.

“Now come on, don’t let loose just yet. The fun is just beginning.” She smirked as Prime Sombra snapped her finger, pushing the table back as she stood leaning in.

“Now that I have deserted, we should give you a desert.” She chuckled as she looked back to the other her. “War, mind taking our husband to the bedroom.”

“Oh, is that so? Planning on invading him for a weapon of mass destruction.” Dusk wasn’t sure if he should laugh at that while feeling himself grabbed by War Sombra; she picked him up like a sack of potatoes as he felt her strong muscular arms. He let out a hard groan feeling his dick being grabbed onto by Prime Sombra, who smirked.

“Trust me; this will be a good night as we show you how real we are.” She giggled, giving him a firm kiss on the lips. At the same time, the other Sombra carried them right onto the heart-shaped bed.

Prime Sombra smirked while she looked at War. The hunger in their eyes as they looked down at ‘their’ husband at that time.

“Hmm, I promised you a reward if you were good at our wedding though you weren’t. I forgive you, baby.” Prime Sombra spoke in that soft, calming voice as she moved into her more assertive side—the lustful desire, the fire in the eyes of War as she smirked.

“But I think we should punish you just a tiny bit,” War said, the fire in her eyes as she reached around, turning the Prime Sombra’s head towards her. The smug look on War’s face as she moved in, kissing Sombra’s lips soft and tender, as they held onto each other. Dusk watched his mouth drop, never expecting this to happen. His heart skipped a beat watching the two redheads kiss. The way their hands caressed each other. Sombra eyed Dusk, who watched them mesmerized by how they kissed, watching as they stroked each other’s firm bodies.

“Do you like what you’re seeing, baby?” Sombra said while she pulled back, her fingers slinking down between wars legs, rubbing her pussy while she heard her other self moaning.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, but I wonder, would this be Incest or Masturbating.” He chuckled. His cock was stiff as a board, while Sombra chuckled.

“Oh, trust me, there have been lonely nights where I had to do this. Feel my touch.” She pulled back much to her war side protest as she crawled closer.

“But now that I have a husband, I’m sure he can come over and satisfy me every night for as long as I can have you.” She caressed his cheek as she moved in, pushing him down, his back pressed against the soft bed as it squeezed.

“You know, I think I can do just that.” He muttered, his mouth feeling dry as she moved in. Her scent drove him crazy as she moved down, caressing his shoulders. That was when War suddenly moved in. She pushed Sombra forward, and Dusk was face-first into the goddess crotch. His lips pressed against the slits of her pussy as Sombra turned back.

“What was that for?” She exclaimed, looking back at her War side. The clone rolled her shoulder.

“Listen, you’ve got your fun last night. I want my turn; we have spent the last two hundred years using each other. I want some dick damn it!” War spoke up as she smacked Sombra’s ass, who looked far more annoyed. Not the calm, controlled Goddess she was before.

“So impatient, always wanting to go in gungho!” She muttered to herself as she looked down, straddling Dusks’s face.

“So how about it, while my worst half takes care of herself? You get to take care of me with that sexy tongue of yours.” She winked, licking her lips as she grabbed the walls positioning herself more comfortably.

Dusk watched clearly, not given much choice in this situation, so he nodded while he felt The goddess rubbing her pussy against his lips. The soft wet juices ran against them as he moved in his tongue, carefully licking her clit. Sombra moaned, feeling herself move against the flow as she bit her lips.

“Hmm, going slow, huh?” She moaned, adjusting herself more as Sombra found herself on his face moving against him as Dusk reached up; his hands wrapped around her thighs, bringing her right down on him as he started eating her out.

Sombra moaned as she arched her back, feeling her husband lick her divine honey pot. Moaning as her breasts heaved in the air, she enjoyed how his tongue moved slowly as it flicked around, clearly exploring her.

“Hmm, just like that.” Prime Sombra moaned as she held onto the wall sinking her hips into him as she rode his tongue. Dusk grabbed her hips, holding on for dear life as he drank from her sacred well.

War Sombra thought she had something else in mind as she grabbed Dusk’s dick. As she growled, “Well, while you’re servicing her, this can hit the spot I need the most scratching.” She growled as she climbed onto the bed. Her heavy voice as she got on top of the head of his dick, pushing against her pussy entrance as she bounded down on him. Dusk’s eyes widened, feeling how tight War’s pussy was as she moved right down, enveloping him. The way she sat there, his cock filling every inch, caused Dusk to groan in pleasure, his tongue penetrating Sombra’s pussy.

“Hmm, someone excited,” Sombra spoke as she ground against his face, moaning harder while War Sombra growled. She bounced on his dick, feeling every inch of his cock penetrating her.

“Shit, it’s been forever since a cock invaded my private space.” War moaned as she ground before mentioning, “So you know, bud, she can feel this also. Whatever happens to me happens to her.” She chuckled. Dusk could feel her smile as he felt Sombra’s pussy squeeze his tongue as she moaned louder.

Dusk rolled his tongue around in circles, caressing Sombra’s inner thigh. War moaned hard; she could feel his tongue, along with his cock, inside her as the two shared a hivemind, the pleasure wrapping around the goddess in both her forms as they fucked their mortal husband like there was no tomorrow. Sombra panted as she held on for dear life, her body tensing up as she could feel the pleasure overwhelming her. As she let out a hard gasp,

“By the heavens, Dusk, your tongue it feels so…” She bit her lips as she could feel her orgasm building up with her and war being fucked at the same time; it quickened her want, as she could feel the way War aggressively bounced on his cock, barely giving it a second rest feeling it fill every inch of her body.

The bed creaked faster as the three of them fucked, acting more like animals than anything, as Sombra found herself turning around and looking into her mirrored image. The cocky, smug look the other one had, her red eyes staring into the other goddess as she moaned more.

“Hmm, such a good cock, I wonder. Should I take control and have him all to myself.” War Sombra moaned, conquering the cock before her as she squeezed her pussy around the member. Dusk could feel close to cumming. War’s proper pussy drove him up the wall as her heat consumed his member.

“Not going to happen; he’s mine, your pain in the ass.” She moaned hard, feeling herself cumming all over Dusks’s face. Dusk, who was listening, lapped up her juices; his cock pumped faster as the two women communicated, his mind focused on eating his wife out and getting every bit of her luscious nectar.

“You mean ours. I am as much you as you are of me.” She smirked, before raising her eyebrow, “I’m a pain in the ass. Well, I better confirm it.” She moved, lifting herself. Dusk’s dick slipping out. It stands tall, and a thin layer of pussy juice covers it as she moves around, repositioning herself. The cocky smirk on her face. As Sombra looked at her War side, eyes widened as she watched as she impaled herself on Dusk’s cock just from her ass.

Sombra screamed in pain, Feeling War’s ass filled with Dusk’s dick as Dusk groaned in pleasure, his member sinking into War’s butt. He was not expecting that as he felt close to blowing his load, Her rump felt tighter than her pussy, and the way War moved, he could barely fit in there, let alone move as the War Goddess started to move slowly.

“You said I was a pain in your ass. I just needed to prove it to me.” War said with a smirk, though she looked just as uncomfortable as she road the member. Sombra growled, feeling herself losing control as she muttered in a stutter.

“You bitch, that— that… Fuck!” She screamed in orgasmic bliss, overwhelmed with carnal desire.

Sombra pushed down on Dusk as she felt herself squirting; War was beginning to do the same as her juices shot out, hitting her other half at that Point. Unable to hold back, overwhelmed by the moans and screaming, Dusk came hard as he shot his load into War Sombra’s rump. There was a moment’s pause, the two huffings and puffing as they collapsed on the bed. She was sweaty as Prime Sombra pulled off Dusk’s face as she leaned in, snuggling in.

“How was that for a gift, babe?” she smirked while Dusk caught his breath. His heart beat as he took in every ounce of air he could.

“That… was… Amazing.” He groaned, his body covered in sweat and fluids, as he groaned, “I might need a shower though when we’re finished.” He groaned, feeling his body going sore.

“Hmm, how about some time in the hot tub? Give it a feel.” She winked while she leaned in, kissing his lips, tasting her pussy juices.

“I think I could be up for something like that. He moved in, giving her a light kiss, the Goddess smirking as she returned it as leaned back.

“Hmm, should I bring War back?” It was there Dusk noticed the other Sombra had vanished from sight.

“Hmm, I think it should just be us for now.” He chuckled. When they headed a hard pounding on the wall, it screamed.

“Will you shut up! We’re trying to sleep, and there are kids in the other room!” Somehow the broad-eye expression on Dusk’s face made Sombra giggle, Before bursting into laughter. Dusk found himself joining her as they burst into laughter.

-000-

The honeymoon had gone by without a hitch, as They visited a few places. Dusk didn’t mind as he saw some smaller towns. Though when they weren’t off, somewhere they had spent a good portion of it in the bedroom. One thing was sure. Dusk Moon had never felt so alive.

Today was the last day before they would head back to Sombra’s home. So Dusk decided to take some time and explore the small town. The place was called Gatlin; the city claimed they were the birthplace of the Gatlin machine gun and were proud of it. While he moved around checking the site. He found himself getting more comfortable and forgetting about the assassination attempt that had been made on his life. He felt like everything was turning back to normal.

“It’s a nice day out today.” He muttered while he passed by some of the stores; Sombra told him she’d meet him in a bit; apparently, she had a meeting with a couple of her fellow Gods. Something important, though she didn’t tell him much. Dusk imagined it would be a good idea not to be too proud of such a thing. At the same time, he enjoyed being out in the sun. The warm light beat against his neck, as he imagined he would be a little burnt by the end of the day.

Dusk was about to turn into a shop, imagining getting Sombra something nice. Though what he could call an actual Goddess, Dusk wasn’t sure when he felt someone grab his shoulders. A gruff voice spoke up.

“Don’t move, or I’ll pour lead into you.” He growled; Dusk wasn’t sure what to say but remained perfectly still.

“Good, now move forward, don’t react; as I said, we don’t need any funny business. They began walking down the sidewalk. Dusk is trying to keep himself calm, at least for now. But he knew he had to do something fast to escape. But the man had a gun against him; he knew there was no way he could outrun a bullet.

“So, what’s your plan? Are you just going to kill me?” He asked the man as they pushed him off into an ally.

“That’s the plan, but the boss doesn’t want us to be obvious; rather, make it tactful.” The man spoke while he gave him a light kick.

“Gee, thanks, but that seems a little stupid since you could have just shot me and been done.”

“It would be easy, and your right, but the boss, Apparently wants it done specially, and he pays me.” He chuckled, pushing Dusk into the wall and smacking him. Dusk felt his head go into the brick wall as he groaned. His head hurt as he bounced off it.

The man reached around, putting Dusk into a wall. He brought out a dagger,

“I’ll tell you, I’d rather be quick and other with, but again Boss seems to want something more fancy. No hard business, It’s just working.”

“Don’t suppose you won’t negotiate. I’m sure I could get the cash to live.” He groaned as he felt dizzy as the man stood there; Dusk couldn’t focus on him to describe him; the most he could say was he was white and wearing a black shirt. Maybe he looked like Nicolas Cage when he was younger.

“Sorry, can’t do that. Normally I’d take an offer, let you live, maybe take your pinkie so I can give it over and make double my money. But The boss here, you don’t fuck with him. So going to have to do this.” There seemed to be remorse in the man’s voice, but Dusk imagined it was just the pain shooting through him doing more of the talking for him than anything else.

The knife was pushed into Dusks' arm. He felt the hot blood pouring out as he screamed in agony. The man reached over, grabbing Dusk’s mouth as he spoke up.

“Shut up. I don’t need people hearing us.” He growled. But when Dusk had the chance, he bit right onto the other man’s hand as hard as he could. He wasn’t sure, but it felt like he had removed one of his fingers. As the man pulled back. A hard growl,

“You bit me! You son of a bitch bit me!” He looked pissed, but Dusk took a moment to kick him. He was pushing his weight into it, knocking him back.

“My chance.” He groaned as he started to try and run. He was running all over the place and doing what he could to escape the man. Dusk took long, drawn-out breaths, trying to catch himself. He groaned, unsure how he could have been in such a situation, but he just had to get back out there. Maybe it would be his chance when he was suddenly grabbed from behind, looking back at the man with a hard growl.

“Just for that, I’m gonna make it a little slower.” He pulled up, revealing he was missing his pinkie. When without warning, a loud screech could be heard above them. There was a moment’s pause. The two men looked up, lost in such a screech when They saw a moth creature standing on top of the roof; Dusk knew instantly who it was as it growled.

“Leave the master be!” she called out as she dove at them. The man shook his head,

“Fuck this wasn’t what I was hoping to deal with as he reached over, pulling his gun. Dusk thought he wasn’t going to take a chance as he moved in, throwing a fist as he socked the guy right in the jaw; a hard groaned as the gun discharged, hissing Dusk in the shoulder.

“Fuck, goddamn son of a bitch!” Dusk found himself cursing out as he grabbed his shoulders. His t-shirt turned red with his blood. Pinkie Pie the Mothwoman bared her teeth at the assailant.

“How dare you to attack Madam’s Husband! I’ll tear you apart!” The happy-go-lucky mothwoman Dusk had known changed as she stood tall, her body transforming, looking more monstrous as her wings expanded, and her body looked pure muscle as she took a step, the ground shaking.

“Master, step back while I care for this piece of shit.” The mothwoman moved, though the man pointed his gun, shooting it right at Pinkie Pie. The Bullets did nothing, as he heard the gun clicking after firing the last bullet. There was a moment pause while Pinkie Pie looked at him.

“Are you finished?” she spoke that heavy voice like she was running out of patient.

“Yeah, I think this is over with.” Her reached into his pocket throwing something down as a large puff of smoke went off, and The man was gone. Pinkie Pie stopped looking puzzled as she exclaimed, “Who in the hell uses smoke Bombs!” While she wasn’t sure what was going on. When Dusk called out.
“Could you give me a little help.” He grumbled holding his bleeding shoulder as he could barely keep himself standing, his body swaying as he was about to collapse.

Road trip

The sounds of the engine roaring, as Pinkie is right behind the car wheel, her foot on the pedal as she drove like an absolute maniac. She was swerving around, passing by the vehicles, while such a thing had moved down the road. They were going down to the hotel. A harrowing screech as the Mothwoman passed traffic, Her instincts allowing her to pass by each car. As she pushed her car to the very limit.

Dusk groaned while he leaned back in the passenger seat. His whole body hurt as he could feel the pain shooting from his shoulder.

“Gods, this hurt so much. Where are we heading to… a hospital?” He groaned, finding himself trying to stay awake, afraid about what might happen if he did fall asleep.

“We’re getting you back to the hotel. Mistress Sombra can call someone who can do far better than any hospital can; some keep yourself awake,” Pinkie exclaimed while looking over at the young man, bleeding out inside the car. Pinkie hoped she could make it back in time, her eyes looking over, watching in horror. He was losing too much blood as she pushed the car into high gear. Running through red lights, she was Unsure if there was anything she could do to save her mistress’s husband.

-000-

Sombra was sitting back comfortably. In the wake of the moment, she had decided to come back early, surprising her husband as she sat down, lying in the honeymoon suite bed, watching television. She gave a small chuckle as she was entertained by whatever was on. She didn’t care, so long as it made her laugh. Then she heard a slamming on the door.

“Mistress, open up quickly! It’s an emergency.” Sombra raised an eyebrow. It’s clear that it was Pinkamena, but what would be so important that she would interrupt such a situation? She pulled herself up, a snap of her fingers as the door opened. Pinkie walked in. Dusk was hanging off her arm as it looked like he was barely holding onto life. It was such a horrifying expression that Sombra grabbed his arm.

“Live damn you live!” She exclaimed while she began pumping her divine energy into Dusk as he gasped for air. He could feel his will growing powerful.

He coughed hard as he tried pushing himself. Dusk felt cold as he lay there for the moment. Dusk managed to mumble out.

“Room spinning, head hurts….” He coughed more. At the same time, Sombra watched him, more shocked as he started to feel the room going dark.

“This isn’t good!” was the last thing Dusk heard Sombra say as he passed out.

-000-

Dusk let out a hard groan as he found himself slowly waking up. His head is hurting badly. He tried pulling himself up. He made a long cry while he turned. “What happened?” Dusk asked while he rubbed his head. He was trying to remember what had happened. He could barely remember what happened. Yet everything was a blur. He groaned as he tried picking himself up. But when he did, a sharp pain ran over him as he let out a hard grunt.

“Crap, what the heck happened?” He muttered when he heard Sombra’s voice.

“Don’t get up; you’re still healing,” Sombra said the goddess, sitting at the end of the bed. At such a moment, Dusk saw the horror crossing her face.

“What happened?” That was all he could say. At this point, he imagined that he was a broken record.

“Someone attacked you and managed to get a few shots on you. You’re lucky that Pinkamena here had gotten to you in time; otherwise, it might have gone bad.” She looked over at the mothwoman, who looked more shocked than anything. She wore her maid outfit as she pretended to dust the room.

“Thanks, Pinkie. But why aren’t I in the hospital?” Dusk looked around, seeing that they were still in their honeymoon suite.

“We didn’t want to risk it. Whoever was trying to kill you, I suspect whoever is causing this might have a plant there. We can’t be too careful. So I brought someone in I could trust.” Sombra spoke up while Dusk found himself pulling the blanket away. The bullet wounds appeared all over his body.

“You also suffered from a concussion. But you’ll recover from that, alright.” Sombra sat down next to him for a minute.

“I’m sorry.” She said the concern in the Goddess reached over, caressing his hip.

“What for?” Dusk asked, trying to keep some conversation as he sat up. He was looking back at her.

“I got you into this situation. I never expected that someone might have come after you. Or you would get hurt this badly.” Dusk shook his head. His instincts told him to run. To run like Hell from this place. Yet a part of him, the stupider side, kept him there.

“It’s nothing; I mean getting shot. It happens all the time.” He reached around, grabbing one of the sheets. “So what are we going to do?” Dusk found himself asking. They couldn’t just sit around and wait for another attack.

“We’ve got to figure out who it is. I can’t just be throwing out who’s doing what.” Sombra responded. It was clear that she was beyond frustrated.

“Why not? You’re the leader of your pantheon. Shouldn’t you have some sway?” Dusk found himself more curious.

“An issue is that if I throw accusations and Am wrong. It could start a war between the pantheons. That’s something I can’t risk.” Sombra said as she remembered the stories of when the last two pantheons had gone to war. The Roman gods had thought they were top dogs. Legend says that Jupiter’s head was still mounted on Zeus’s wall.

“For now, we’ll have to figure out a way to keep you safe.” Sombra imagined more to it: such a passion, the horror. In contrast, she started to think of something.

“We might have to put you into hiding. At the very least, till I can figure something out.” She bit her bottom lip, hating that she might have to do this.

“I mean, I’m willing to do anything. It’s not exactly like I’m looking forward to dying.” Dusk said, a hiss escaping his lips as he jerked with pain.

“Fine, but we’ll need help, and I’m not looking forward to this. But rest, we’ll have plenty of time.” Sombra let out a long sigh as Dusk laid back, letting himself drift back to sleep. Sombra, the Goddess of War, sighed as she looked down at her hand. She might have been considered the Goddess of War, of strength. Yet, at this very moment, she felt weak. What could she do to protect her new husband?

Sombra would reach down to her phone and make a phone call. She was the only person she could rely on.

Some of her wished she had just married that snake of a god, Brutus. She never intended for the people of her land to be hurt because of her selfishness.

“I’ll have to make it up to him; at the very least, I’ve got to fix this.” She bit her lips while she summoned a glass and poured herself some red wine. She would need something to take the edge off as she made the call.

-000-

It would take Dusk three days before he fully recovered. He might have needed only two days. But Sombra insisted that he rest in bed. She had Pinkie care for him while he slept, and she told the Moth woman she needed to ensure all his whims were met.

On the second morning, Dusk explained that she did not need to take care of his morning wood. It was an awkward moment. But she understood. However, she did insist that it was her duty. Dusk almost had to put his foot down.

That was when Sombra came in, the door slamming behind her.

“Alright, I’ve made the arrangements. We’ll be heading to Ohio.” Sombra spoke while she closed the door behind her.

“Ohio… why there?”

“Because no one ever looks in Ohio. It’s like the Florida of the north part of America.” Dusk found himself pausing there. It was like something switched in his head, as he thought that was a bit of a dumb response till he remembered he was from Ohio, and it made some sense.

“But I am from Ohio; wouldn’t they expect that?”

“Why you will be undercover and not make a scene out of it. Pretend you’re from, I don’t know, Canada.” Sombra scoffed it off. But she looked over.

“It’s what I can make do. I’ve called in a lot of favors for this. You should understand. I’m having a god escort you. I’ll come when I can, but you’ve got to lay low. Remember, everyone you know thinks you are dead. I’ll come down after I know it’s clear, so relax.” Sombra said while she reached over, pulling him into a hug. Her warm embrace as she held onto him tightly. However, it didn’t help that she used too much strength, causing his back to pop loudly.

“Alright, you got it. Though who’s taking me? Did you say a God? Who is it like the American god of Truckers or something?” He asked for a minute when there was a knocking on the door.

“Not quite. I can’t use people of my pantheon. They might be watching, So I picked the only God I can trust not to fuck us over. Who no one would be watching. Especially Brutus.” She nudged him for a second as she answered the door.

Sombra pulled the door open, and there was a familiar booming voice,

“Ahh, Sombra, it’s great to see you. The wedding was great.” Walking in was the white-haired old man, better known as Zeus, the god of lighting and leader of the Olympians. Dusk wasn’t sure what to say, his mouth dropping at that.

“You called Zeus, but wouldn’t that be a bad idea? I mean Brutus and.”

“Zeus is our best move. If I or any of my gods are seen heading to Ohio with someone, they might suspect it’s you. Besides, They usually try not to bother Zeus; he does his own thing.” She thought about it more as she wanted to use someone like Odin or even Thor, but they were more popular now, thanks to Marvel Films and those God of War games. She knew they would bring in too much notice.

“Oh, relax, brother; I’ve got your back. We’ll take a fun road trip across the USA and get you over to that place in Ohio. It’ll be fun.” Zeus moved in, grabbing Dusk by the shoulders as he chuckled. Dusk gave a nervous laugh as he could feel the electricity in the air.

“Besides, when I get back to Olympus, I’ll look around and see if I can pick up who might have sent that goon off to kill you,” Zeus smirked while running his hand through his hair, a cocky expression. Dusk could see the storm-grey eyes on him, with Flashes of blue like an oncoming storm. “I don’t feel like the headache of going to war with another group of gods.” He smirked more. Dusk found himself nodding. Not sure how to feel about it while he looked at Sombra.

“As I said, it’s the best I can do. I was going to have Thor, but he’s been going to conventions to meet with his fans.”

Dusk fought off the urge to laugh, imagining Thor going to nerd conventions and partying like it was the end of the world.

“Oh please, if you wanna see partying, I know a good place to head to on our way to Ohio… Why couldn’t it be like New York? At least we know it exists.” Zeus snorted, “It’s almost like the Troy of America.”

Dusk raised an eyebrow as he mentioned once again.

“Ohio is real, and I’m from there.”

“Sure buddy, come on, pack some extra underwear, get downstairs, and we’ll go flying down the road,” Zeus smirked that cockiness on his face while he stood tall and puffed himself up. Dusk watched for a minute and went back to Sombra.

“You sure I can’t just hang with Loki or….”

“No, I am not having a repeat with Loki, trust me… We dated once.”

“Wait, what!” Dusk muttered but shook it off. However, he felt jealous of the idea of Sombra dating Loki. It was something he might have to ask her at a later date.

“Alright, go so that I can give my husband some final words,” Sombra said as she shooed him away. Zeus raised his hand.

“Fine. Oh, the great leader of the American Pantheon.” He chuckled and headed off, the door slamming behind him.

Sombra sighed; her private confidence had vanished briefly as she slumped over.

“I hate dealing with that guy sometimes, but It’ll be over soon. Hopefully, he doesn’t get us into too much trouble.”

Dusk took a second, grabbing her shoulder.

“How did you convince him to help us?” Dusk wondered more since you rarely got help from one of the most famous Gods.

“Let’s say he owes me a favor. He had an affair with the goddess of Credit cards, and I managed to cover it up before Hera found out. So he owed me one.” She smiled while Dusk found himself curious about who the Goddess of Credit Cards was. But those were questions for another day.

“Alright… So you said you had some rules for me?”

“You can’t try and contact your family. I know it’s tempting, but you can’t risk exposing yourself. Who knows what might happen and explain the situation.” She moved, raising her finger. “Another thing, you can’t just expose yourself, so no trying to win the lottery or go to places that might get you on TV.” She raised a third finger at that point.

“Try and keep a low profile regarding these things seriously. I don’t want to find you on the news because you ran into a burning building and saved puppies.” She found herself shaking her head.

“Anything else?” Dusk asked, figuring he tried not to screw this up any harder than he could.

“If you sleep with someone, please don’t let it be a God, and wear a condom. I don’t want to be dealing with a Zeus matter.” She shook her head. While she thought of it. At the same time, Dusk looked at her for a good second.

‘Why would I cheat on you?” He muttered while looking at her.

“It’s inevitable; gods have this bad habit of doing it every so often; for example, Zeus downstairs, he might be the king of the gods, but he’s also the king of horny.” She found herself shaking her head. While Dusk looked at her, he felt horrible in his gut while he leaned in, caressing her cheek.

“I don’t think I’ll do that… it wouldn’t be right beside our marriage. I made a vow.” Sure, the reason they had gotten married was a little off, but at the very least, he wasn’t going to betray her or do something as wrong as that.

“Well… you still have my permission, just try not to sleep with any gods, it’s all I ask; I don’t care if it’s with a monster or human girl. Just follow those rules until I can get up there with you.”

Sombra moved in, kissing him on the cheek.

“Don’t fuck this up. I don’t want you dying.” Though some of her knew if he did, there might be a chance that she might be forced to marry that bastard Brutus, and she wasn’t going to take a chance. It was something she swore on as she moved away. Her fingers snap as the room begins transforming. It was no longer the honeymoon suite. It was now a plain hotel room with the bed sheets fixed. Their suitcases are up and ready.

Dusk was still not used to the godly power, so watching it change amazed him even more. It transformed from the almost fancy summer home into a small hotel room with a single large mattress. It was quite something. He looked towards it for a second while Sombra the Goddess moved around and pushed him out of the door.

“Just behave yourself, and don’t let Zeus do something stupid. And try not to get into trouble.” She muttered while watching him with those stunning eyes, his heart managing to skip a beat while he felt how much she cared for him. In her own, at the very least.

-000-

Dusk stepped out of the hotel’s elevator as he saw Zeus leaning against the hotel’s counter, a broad grin on his face while he adjusted his suit.

“Well, are you two finally done? Finish that quicky of yours.” The Sky god said while he raised his hand, and a pair of keys fell out of thin air into his hand.

“We’re finished, so how will we get back to Ohio?” He asked, trying not to say anything stupid he could remember from the old myths. Zeus didn’t exactly have control over his temper. So he imagined it would be better that he didn’t say anything that might piss God off.

“Well, we’re going to take my car, of course. Cause if we’re going anywhere, we might as well go in style.” He chuckled while heading to the door. Dusk followed without much complaint as he moved behind him. Somehow, he wasn’t sure how he felt. But he kept reminding him that this was for his safety.

Now, Zeus’s car is a 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. The same kind Burt Rennolds drove in from Smokey and the Bandit. The car glistened and shone in the clear summer sky while Zeus smirked.

“Well, we should get going. We’re going eastbound and down.” He chuckled, winking at Dusk like he knew what the man thought while he looked over a car.

“So you decided to get a firebird… A little on the nose?”

“Well, it was either that or a thunderbird. Besides, my brother has a claim over the Maserati. So I figured I’d get something better.”

“Sorry, Zeus, hate to tell you, but the Charger is better,” Dusk smirked while the thunder god looked at him. Dusk was close to returning it, but Zeus snorted while shaking his head.

“Mortals, always so serious, haven’t smitten someone in a long time. Just get in here, you asshole.”

Zeus jumped into the car through the window and smirked. Dusk shook his head, knowing that he didn’t have much of a choice, and got in closing the passenger side. Zeus started the car, backed out, and drove fast and hard while they left the hotel room.

The car ride was long, and Dusk wasn’t sure what to say, so it was a long, quiet ride. He looked down the window, watching as they passed the mountains; the engine roared while the radio played.

His mind was running off, and he wasn’t sure what to say to the thunder god. So he remained silent. He imagined whatever he could say was something Zeus might have heard more times than once.

The ride was nice. However, it wasn’t overwhelming, just one of those rides that an average person not married to a goddess might have done.

Eventually, Zeus made a turn as Dusk took notice.

“What’s going on?” Dusk asked while noticing the dinner in the middle of nowhere while Zeus looked over, giving a wide smirk.

“Well, come on, boy, even us Gods get hungry, and we’ve been driving for a good few hours, and by the time we get to Ohio, it’s going to be at the very least tomorrow afternoon.” He nudged him in the shoulder with a smirk as he opened the car’s door and headed out.

Dusk waited a good minute, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh as he exited. He was heading into the dinner.

The dinner was simple, with tables lining the wall, right next to the windows, while the counter was pretty lovely, looking like it was made of polished wood. It reminded him somewhat of those old dinners from the 1950s as He and Zeus took a booth; they sat there for a second.

That was when the waitress came over. She was a nice-looking girl looking like she was barely out of her teens as she wore a pink uniform and white smock, her hair tied up, and she gave him a million-dollar smile.

“Well, hello, sug, what could I get you.” She looked over at the two men, and as she handed over the menu, Dusk reached over and looked over it. The classics were all on there as he considered what he might want.

On the other hand, Zeus looked at her with that wicked grin.

“Well, I could think of a few things I’d like, darling, though I’m curious what you are up to after work?” Zeus smirked as he looked at the menu.

The waitress was caught off guard by this.

“Oh, nothing much, just planning on heading home and relaxing; it’s been a crazy day here.” She smiled some while Zeus nodded, cupping his hand.

“If you are interested, maybe I can help you relax.” He reached down, offering his card. The woman watched him quietly, shocked, not sure what to say, looking over at the man for a hot second but finding herself taking the car.

“Um, let me get you guys your drink while you order.” She spoke up, her face turning beat red as she turned around. The waitress didn’t even remember that she hadn’t asked them about what they wanted to drink in the first place.

Dusk looked over at the old god in shock.

“What the hell was that about?” He asked for a second while Zeus smirked.

“Just turning on the godly charm works every time.”

“Yeah, though you might have freaked her out,” Dusk said while the waitress turned back and handed them a few drinks. He watched her for a second as she asked for their order. Dusk decided to be quick not to bother her much, as he asked for a burger and fries. The smell from the kitchen was enticing while Zeus took his time. Dusk could tell he was eye fucking the waitress, especially with how she wore that skirt.

“Hmm. How about a platter of your stake with a side of fries and, to top it off, some cream pie… It’s one of my favorites.” He winked while he handed the menu back. Dusk did the same while the waitress nodded.

“I’ll get it for you guys in a jiffy; just relax there.” She looked back at Dusk for a minute like she realized he was standing there and not ignoring him.

When the waitress was out of earshot, Dusk leaned in soon, saying,

“No, what the hell are you doing? You’re married, and she’s working. You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“Blah, you mortals and standards, I’ll let you know, back when we were well known and worshipped, women would throw themselves at me.” He smirked while leaning back.

“Cause from what I read in some of those stories, you turned into a swan and light to get it frisky with a woman.”

“Those were revisionist history; the woman didn’t want her husband knowing she got a taste of me,” Zeus said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, and Hera?” Dusk raised an eyebrow, knowing this could lead to some horrible actions.

“Oh her, blah between you and me, I think she enjoys it. Helps keep our marriage alive, if you know what I mean.” Zeus chuckled. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with their food, placing it down as she looked at them.

“I hope this is all to your liking, and if you need anything else, I’m sure I can help you with that.”

“Oh, I’m sure that there are a few things you can do that’s worth my liking,” Zeus said, giving that smile. It reminded Dusk of a dirty old man in the way he spoke but kept on smirking while the waitress, red in the face, turned back and left. Zeus, though, would take a minute longer checking out her fine ass.

Dusk rolled his eyes at the God’s behavior. In contrast, he started munching on his meal. He had to admit it. The thing tasted good. There’s a moment’s pause while he looks back at Zeus, who is eating his stake.

“So, who do you think is trying to kill me?” Dusk asked while pushing for half a second. Zeus watched him while he took another bite.

“Not sure, though I’ll get to the bottom of it eventually, though it shouldn’t be much trouble.”

“Do you think it might be Brutus?” Dusk asked while imagining that it was that guy. How pissed he was about trying to do that.

“Oh, there’s a good chance, though he can easily deny it. But I don’t want to blame him… He’s one of my kids and all, probably the last one I had, and the struggle to keep that one alive with Hera being annoyed wasn’t easy.”

“Wait, he’s one of your kids? I thought he was like Aries kid or something.”

“Nope, mine, see back when this moron Jupiter tried to take over my reign as King of the gods, I managed to get his wife cause the two of us looked close, and one thing led to another, and she had my kid. Now that caused a war, I’ll tell you what.” Zeus snorted, thinking about that event.

“Uh-huh,” Dusk muttered while dipping some of his fries in ketchup. There’s a moment pause while Dusk thought about something.

“So… why did you make a deal with Sombra after Apollo died? I mean im sure you could pull one of your many kids out.” It was something that bugged him while he looked towards the Old God. Zeus let out a long sigh putting his fork down.

“Always that question… You really wanna know?”

“Be nice to know why this is all happening,” Dusk said, leaning back. It was driving him nuts, as the old god let out a long sigh.

“Truth is, I could replace Apollo easily, I could have picked from various others. But its the principle of it all. Your wife’s Pantheon killed one of my son’s my boy. So I wanted a bit of vengeance. Now I figured its fair your gods did the replacement. While Brutus has been bugging me for a wife since well. If it’s not obvious, he’s not a popular god.”

“Gee I wonder why?” Dusk said thinking about how he met the God. Though there’s a second pause.

“Yeah, but I promised him, and as the King of my pantheon, I have to honor it. Though there was no takers.”

“So you decided to dump his ass onto Sombra to try and satisfy him?”

“Well, yeah, basically, but when she requested time to find her husband, I figured sure why not, plus I performed my end of the bargain, I said I’d find him a wife not that I’d give him a wife.” Zeus leaned back while Dusk groaned.

“Well, I suppose you should have just said no right?”

“Meh, I wasn’t doing much that day, and he bugged me a good bit,” Zeus muttered while he looked out the window, seeing it was getting dark. The sun slowly setting in the distance.

“I think we should rest for the night,” Zeus said with a smirk. Dusk watched him raising an eyebrow.

“Why, I mean, we could drive through the night. It shouldn’t take us more than a few hours.”

“Trust me, it’s not good to go out in the middle of the night, and things out there can cause us trouble. Darker gods.” Zeus said while taking a bite out of his stack.” Dusk watched him for a minute, clearly not buying the excuse that the Sky God was giving but groaning.

“Fine, but you’re paying for the hotel.” He mumbled while leaning back and finishing up his fries.

“Oh yes, my good man, I’ll pay.” Zeus chuckled while he asked for the check and, seeing the price, handed the bill to Dusk. A hot moment later. Dusk paid for the meal. Zeus had left a rather large tip along with his number. Dusk was tempted to grab the slip of paper and toss it but Figured the waitress would get rid of it herself. At the very least, she got an excellent tip from the god.

-000-

They stayed at a Days inn. Now the place was interesting, as they stepped into the building. The glass walls were exposed as Dusk looked around seeing the various rooms lining it, as he could see inside them. Reminding himself he was going to need to close the blinds.

Zeus walked over and got their rooms, he took one and Zeus took the other one. Before they headed out. When Dusk sat down and got himself comfortable. He leaned back laying on the bed.

While he laid there, finding himself wondering what Sombra was doing. If he would see her soon?

There was just that silence as he looked at the Tv, turning it on, though he found there wasn’t really much and so turned it off. It’s not like he wanted to watch much of anything. While grabbing his phone, he found himself scrolling through Facebook.

He found himself checking out his family timeline, so far, they were in silence. He wanted to talk to them, say something to them, for the most part. Yet he just sat there, knowing he couldn’t. Though while he lay there he found himself thinking about Sombra more. Somehow he felt angry, a part of him wondering what if she hadn’t saved him, and let him die. Sure he wanted to live. But now he had to wonder how his family was doing, what they were feeling. Dusk imagined hugging his mom again.

Yet at the same time he knew if he did. How would she feel knowing he was alive after thinking he was dead. It somehow made him think about much it would her hurt to know that. This made him scowl seeing Rarity’s Facebook. The way she was on there, talking about her weekend how happy she was. The way she was taking pictures like there wasn’t a care in the world. He felt himself wanting to chuck the phone again.

He wanted to do something rash feeling his blood boil, his head pounding as he felt his body shaking as he took long deep breaths. Thoughts running through his head as he stopped when he heard the pounding running against the wall.

It stopped him for a half second as he found himself looking over to the side. It was there he realized the room next to him is the one Zeus had went into.

“No… that can’t be possible… How?” He found himself looking at the wall for a second hearing the groans and moans going off. Dusk looked away for a second.

“Well I’ll be a monkeys uncle. That somehow worked?”

He stopped thinking about Rarity, his anger vanishing as he found himself shocked that somehow Zeus was fucking some woman in the other room. It made him stop to sit back down. Trying to figure out what he was going to do. Laying down in the bed.

He eventually found himself falling Asleep, letting his mind wander away for the longest time into that black voice of nothingness.

Pilot

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Pilot

Dusk couldn’t believe his eyes as he stood in his tiny bedroom, his eyes watering while holding the bottle of champagne. He had the bottle in one hand and two glasses while he looked over at his girlfriend, a woman he had loved for over five years. Today was supposed to be their fifth anniversary. He was looking at her with only a single question on his mind.

“Rarity, why?” He muttered, finding the bottle heavy in his hand while looking at the woman.

“Dusky, It’s not what you think!” Rarity said as she tried covering herself up. The person next to her gave a wide smirk, the kind an asshole does when they think they did something funny when all they did was made themselves look more like an asshole.

The person next to Rarity looked like a woman, yet at the same time, not a woman, short crude cut haircut with one side shaved off while having an obnoxious red dye on the side; while they leaned back, there was the patch job beard growing like they were still trying to grow it out. Dusk wasn’t sure what to say when he found his legs wobbling.

“Then what is it then? You’re both naked in bed, and they’re …” He felt his eyes burning as he thought off the tears reminding himself Men don’t cry, we don’t…He felt angry when he looked back and noticed more. The person was wearing a strap-on, and he felt his grip on the bottle tightening as he wasn’t sure how he felt. Dusk wanted to say something or do something when he asked next.

“Who is she?” He tried not to growl, trying his hardest to keep his voice leveled and cooled. While the person gave him a dirty look the moment Dusk said she.

“His names are Rainbow Dash and Dusky, and I know them from work,” Rarity said while she spoke up, while Rainbow Dash there smiled at her while moving in, pawing Rarity like they were a teenager on prom night.

“Don’t do that.” Dusk snapped, not happy to see what was going on.

“Or what?” Rainbow Dash spoke while looking back, seeming like they were trying to look bigger than they were. If anything, Rarity might have had fifty pounds over them, while Dusk, a more hefty man, clearly could have picked them up like they were nothing.

Dusk imagined he’d tell Rainbow Dash there he’d kick their ass, but the way he raised, he wouldn’t do that; it would’ve been a cold threat, as he kept holding onto the bottle, trying to hold back his temper. Don’t lose your Temper, Dusky. It’ll get you in trouble.

“Rarity, how could you? I— I love you. I was going to.” He looked down and saw the slight bulge in his pocket, the bulge holding a ring as he planned to ask her to marry him. Though at this point, that wasn’t going to happen. Not anymore.

“You were never around Dusky, you’re always working, and when you weren’t, you just slept most of the day.”

“I worked night Rarity; you know that; I was helping my parents, I was helping you go through school. I have to sleep sometimes, and I thought you understood this!” Dusk said, not realizing his voice was getting louder; he felt his spine tightening as a fire grew in his stomach. A harsh deep breath while Rarity spoke up.

“I’m sorry, An—“

“Don’t call me that; you have no right.” Dusk interrupted Rarity right then as he felt his other hand tightening into a fist while Rainbow Dash raised his voice,

“Hey, don’t talk to her like that!” Rainbow Dash spoke up, sounding like they were trying to make their voice deeper but still hadn’t got the hang of it.

“First off fuck off; this is between her and me, so get your ass out of my bed! Second, maybe the fact she cheated on me with a woman. I have the right to be a bit fucking angry!” Dusk spoke up as he found his heart speeding up and started getting worked up. Rarity suddenly responded.

“Rainbow Dash is a man, Dusk; you should be using him!”

“I don’t think that the biggest issue here, Rarity! Maybe you should cut me some slack in this situation since, well, this! You’re not in a position to tell me what I can and can’t do!”

This made Dusk raise his voice even louder, his heart feeling like it was close to shattering,

“Why didn’t you just break up with me, or I don’t know, not cheat on me!” He spoke more from the heart, but he was screaming at this point while Rarity sat there; maybe there was shame in her eyes, or it could have been contempt, but Dusk couldn’t tell all he knew was he was saying red.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a shitty boyfriend, she wouldn’t have done something like this,” Rainbow Dash spoke up, the smugness in his voice as Dusk had to use every ounce of strength not to try and kill them. He was holding back everything as he felt pure hatred.

“I’m leaving, and when I come back, I want the both of you out of my fucking apartment!” Dusk said, as without warning, he took the bottle of champagne and chucked it as far as he could. The sound of glass shattering while Dusk turned around, entered his pockets and walked away. He had to do something to get his mind off what he had witnessed.

“Dusky, get back here! We’re not done yet!” Rarity called out, giving a shrill scream as her nose bunched up, but Dusk ignored him, walking away, never looking back.

-000-

When Dusk left his apartment, he walked off to the nearest bar and wasn’t going to drive; he didn’t trust himself behind the wheel right then. He took long deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. Yet every time he tried, Dusk found himself getting angry. He wanted to go back, scream at them more, do something. Yet those thoughts scared him as he kept pushing those feelings down.

“I need a drink; I just… Why did she do this to me?” He hated himself as he made a turn into the closes bar. A small dive with the sigh, Jack’s legends. He walked in, trying his best to keep calm and not show weakness, as he moved to the bartender and quickly ordered a beer.

The bartender watched him for a second. The stone-cold expression on his face as he reached under the counter, handing him a beer while he turned around to get back to work.

Dusk sat there for a second. Taking a long drink, letting the bitter taste go down his throat as he put the beer down. The place had a live band, as he looked over. They weren’t that good, though Dusk wasn’t exactly a music critic. Still, if he had a guess, they were a tribute band. What tribute band? Well, Dusk wasn’t sure; the microphone somehow managed to drown out the terrible singing.

So Dusk sat there alone, drinking his beer. Then he had another one, then another, and another one. Throughout the night, Dusk kept sucking down the long-neck bottles like they were going out of style. Throughout the night, he continued drinking, trying to get rid of his sorrow, but the more he drank, the more pain he felt as he heard a voice in his head.

It was soft at first, telling him that he needed to go back there yelling at him, then it got louder telling him things that a sober version of him would have been horrified to hear.

It only got worse, but the voice told him, come on, pal, take another drink. Just another one; I’m sure you’ll feel better after that. He finished another beer when he said to the bartender,

“Another one, pal.” His voice sounded slur, as he barely kept his eyes open—the sadness in his voice as he looked like a complete mess.

The bartender looked at him for a short second while shaking his head,

“You’re done, pal. Get some water.” The bartender dropped a glass of water for him, “Now drink up and go home.” The man spoke while watching him. The bartender had seen plenty of people like this, the heartbroken. He didn’t need the kid’s story to see it, but the way he was guzzling down beers, the bartender knew that it must have just happened.

Dusk didn’t like this, as he pushed the water away, “No, I want another beer!” he dropped his card down, but the man behind the counter shook his head, pushing the card back at him.

The bouncer came over, having the feeling there was trouble. “Not going to take your money, now drink the water and get out of here, your way over the limit.” He kept his voice calm while looking above Dusk’s head, his eyes on the bouncer.

“No, I can handle my drinking now. Just give me the fucking beer.” Dusk moaned, clearly swaying side to side.

“I’m sorry, but by law, I won’t be; now, this nice man will call you a cab. Where do you live?” The bartender spoke professionally but also carefully. He thought he saw a flash of killer intent in the drunken haze. If Dusk didn’t get sobered up, he might do something he might regret.

Dusk was itching for a fight, his mind wanting something to take away the pain, though with how drunk Dusk was at the time. The bouncer moved in a large man, who grabbed his shoulder. Though Dusk, not thinking much too drunk to even care, turned around and threw a fist at the more prominent man. The bouncer just moved out of the way a couple of steps causing Dusk to fall over landing on the ground.

Dusk lay there a couple of minutes before. Finally, the bouncer picked him up, tossing him right out the window. A quick grunt as Dusk landed outside the bar looking over at the bouncer.

“Hey, I ain’t done there yet; I need another drink!” He called out while stumbling around though the bouncer shook his head.

“Just go; you’re done for the night, got it, pal? Sober your ass up.” The bouncer shook his head, finding Dusk looked pathetic as he headed right back inside, not saying much, while the drunken man spat on the ground,

“I don’t need you, and I can go find another drink myself!” Dusk screamed to the heavens, not caring who heard him as he began stumbling off into the cold city, A city that didn’t care if he lived or died, A town that had no mercy for him as he would drunkenly head off.

-000-

Dusk walked for some time, and his body straightened out as he slowly sobered up; though it was clear he was still drunk like any skunk, he looked up at his apartment complex. Looking at the place, he decided to make his way inside. However, he wouldn’t go to his apartment.

No, not there; he didn’t want to be alone in that place as he climbed up to the roof. He stumbled his way up as he closed the door behind him. Dusk just let out a long grunt as he saw his cold breath. It seemed like the days only got colder as he panted.

“When will it ever get warmer? It’s always fucking cold.” He spoke out, the bitterness in his voice as he looked off. Wishing he could do something, hoping he could take back what dignity Rarity had stolen from him. He reached down into his pocket while looking at the ring box. His blood boiling as he looked to the city and let out another scream calling out,

“Fuck you, Rarity, go to hell!” He found himself throwing the ring box as far as he could. Wherever it landed, Dusk didn’t care; he didn’t care about anything at this point, only wanting to let out his hatred. He fell, stumbling as he looked over the edge.

“Why am I even alive?” He muttered to himself, his anger seeming to leave him feeling self-pity while he watched the edge, hearing a small voice; we could jump. Who would even notice Rarity cheated on us? That voice, the one lodged deep within him, sounded so tempting, like a mistress calling a lover as he looked to the side.

Come on, Dusk baby, it’s just a leap, and this pain your feeling it’s all over. Come on and just jump; it’s your ultimate fuck you. She wants to leave you, okay? It's blood on her hands. He looked at the edge, that voice so tempting as he felt his heart slowing down. While he looked at it, he muttered,

“Would anyone miss me? What do I have to live for?” Dusk started reaching over, putting one leg over the railing right over the other, as he found himself stumbling over and there. Dusk Shine began to fall into the great darkness.

That was when without warning, Dusk began falling, his adrenaline shot through him as if he was just injected in the arm, and he screamed. His body hits the end of one of the flag poles, holding the American flag. He screamed in horror while realizing what was happening.

“No! Not this way!” It was as if the real him had taken over as he felt horror run over himself, realizing what he had done. Flashes of his family came over him as he looked down, seeing how far the ground was. It only made him scream even louder,

“Shit, Shit! This isn’t good. I don’t want to die.” Dusk tried to pull himself up but found it did nothing as his arms wobbled. Dusk held on for dear life. His eyes widened while looking around. He saw the window across from him,

“Hey, open the window! Open your damn window. I’m going to fall!” he screamed his loudest yet found no one answering him. While he looked around, he saw if there might be someone that might be able to help him in his moment of need.

“I see you need some help.” A voice soft and calm spoke, which caught Dusk’s attention. Dusk looked straight up; someone was sitting on the pole. She sat there like it was nothing as Dusk looked up. She was wearing a black leather jacket and long jeans and had Long black hair; her arms were crossed behind her back like she wasn’t sitting on a pole high in the air while Dusk looked at her, the fear in his now sober eyes.

“Yes, can you help me please oh god, please help me!” He wasn’t sure if this was a part of his imagination or if she was there. His hands slipped while the woman smirked,

“Well, sure, I’ll give you a hand, but you must do something for me.” She spoke with a near-southern twang as she bobbed her head back and forth, nodding like a part of her was elsewhere.

“Anything. Please get me out of here; I don’t want to die,” Dusk muttered, his hands feeling like they were slipping as he used every ounce of strength to try and hold on. The mysterious woman seemed to watch him with a light smirk.

“You’ll do anything, huh? Are you sure about it? I can be a bit demanding.” She spoke simply enough while swaying her legs around like she was trying to be playful. But Dusk barely noticed this.

“Yes, I’ll do anything, just please; I don’t want to die! I want to live!” he cried for help as he felt a hand slip. Looking down, Dusk found himself screaming in complete terror while watching his life flash before his eyes. Seeing past friends seeing his parents, and wondering what would happen to all of them if he died made him want to live even more.

“Well, I suppose I can, but you must promise to repay your debt.” The woman spoke as she seemed to look down at him. Her foot dangling down near where his hand had once been. Dusk tried reaching over to grab it, but he could barely do that. As he tried pulling himself up when he heard a snapping sound.

“Alright, I’ll save you, and remember, you better keep your end of the deal.” Then without warning, He heard the woman snap her fingers.

“By the way, my name is….”

But before Dusk could hear her name, he began to fall, and with it, he would scream, falling into the darkness of the black city. But as he fell, he heard soft giggling.

-000-

Without warning, Dusk felt his head shooting up as he found himself covered in sweat; a rough scream escaped his lips for a minute as he soon reached over, covering his mouth as he felt pain shooting through his head,

“Gah! What… what the?” He moaned out, rubbing his head. He felt the effects of his hangover ravaging his mind while he closed his eyes shut.

“I have to stop drinking.” He mumbled under his breath while he reached over, “Rarity, are you there? Could you get me some aspirin?” There was no response, as he found the unnerving silence.

“Rarity, are you there?” Dusk muttered while he pulled himself up. That was when he realized something and He wasn’t in his room— No, he was no longer in his apartment as he looked around his new location.

The room was something, a giant golden chandelier hanging over them, the way the crystals shimmered over him. The bed was quite something as if it was meant to hold more than two people, heck he imagined that it could have given people and still left room for one person. In contrast, as he looked over, the rest of the room reminded him of one of those fancy ballrooms, the kind typically reserved for the rich.

“What did I do last night?” Slowly he began remembering some of it. Remembering the fight with Rarity when he caught her cheating on him. “Oh god… what did I do?” He muttered, feeling like he was about to get sick. A slight bit of vomit was coming for him as he pulled back, managing to swallow the bile as he began getting out of bed.

He looked around, realizing he was standing in his underwear, as Dusk groaned, trying to figure out how he got in this bed. But somehow, Dusk imagined it would cost him more than he could afford.

“Maybe I should sneak out or something?” Dusk grumbled to himself, trying to find where his pants might have been. He stopped for a second as he finally noticed one of the walls filled with various weapons. Dusk couldn’t help but admire them. As he walked over, there were spears and swords, which looked quite intriguing.

“Heh, this is neat. Whoever owns these has quite the taste.” While he looked around for a second, he was alone when he had an idea. He reached over, grabbing one of the spears as he held it for a second, admiring its weight. He stood there posing. His eyes were on the full-boy mirror on the other side of the room as he looked at himself.

“This is pretty cool.” Dusk joked while he stood in his underwear, holding a spear like a Spartan ready for battle. “Though admittedly, I look a bit goofy.” He chuckled, laughing at himself while he looked at the mirror seeing himself.

Dusk was just an average-looking guy, a bit leaner, with bits of muscles mainly focused on his arms and legs, while the rest of him looked skinny. A five o’clock shadow grew on his face, with dark rings around his eyes. If he cleaned up, he might have examined alright, but he looked like complete shit.

“I have to agree you do look a little goofy.” This caught Dusk off guard. He felt like he was about to jump out of his skin as he turned around to see who it was. There he saw her.

The woman standing there, with long black hair with a red stripe, wearing white silk lingerie with a bright million-dollar smile, as she walked in walking with great confidence. Her hips swayed back and forth. Dusk could say she was in great shape—the sight of her muscles. Dusk could almost imagine she could lift him with no trouble as she stopped before him.

“I see you’re interested in my spear there, Dusk.” The woman said as she caressed Dusk’s hand, caressing it as she would take the spear from him.

“I mean, it’s a pretty nice spear; where’d you get something like that.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, just a part of a vast collection, though some call it the Spear of Destiny. Took me a while to find something like that.” She spoke in a calm way that showed she was the one in control. Dusk looked at her for a minute; eyebrow raised as he chuckled,

“That's the Spear of Destiny?” He could barely believe that while the woman nodded,

“Oh yes, Dusk, it is, it took some time to find it, but I managed to get my hand on it. A wonderful thing to collect along with the others on my wall.” The mysterious woman started to walk across the wall, slowly gliding her hands over the various weapons.

“Take this sword, and it’s a special one once said to be owned by Attila the Hun, the Sword of Mar’s.” She smiled, pulling the blade off, admiring the curved edge as she swung it for a second. Dusk watched, not sure what to say, as he stepped away.

“Um, I hate to be a bother, but who are you?” He asked while he kept an eye on the blade. He didn’t want to anger the woman with a sword in her hand.

“Oh, don’t you remember I told you it last night?” The woman spoke as she put the blade back onto the wall, letting Dusk sigh in relief before quickly responding to her.

“Last night was a blur. Would it be possible that you could remind me?” That wasn’t a lie, and he couldn’t remember much at the moment, hoping that maybe he’ll gain his memory back at a later time. As the woman walked over. Her Silken Lingerie exposed her ample bosom just a bit as she leaned in,

“Well, I think it’ll be fair to tell you my name again, Dusk… Can I call you Dusky?” She said her finger circled his chest. He bit his lips, unsure what to say, and shook his head.

“I think Dusks is fine for now.” He said, trying to keep himself in control. While she nodded,

“Well, If you insist, Dusk, but please call me Sombra, If you must. Now I do think we should get you something to eat. After that fall you had last night, you must be starving.”

She smirked, caressing his cheek. Dusk was both uncomfortable but liked how she moved her hard against his chin, like a lover. However, he pulled back from her hand.

“Fall? What are you—“ He found flashes of memory hit him like a train crashing into a bug. It obliterated as he grabbed his head, screaming in pain, as he began remembering his fall, how he hit the pole, and then the woman—the woman who just called herself Sombra. Dusk tumbled around, grabbing the mirror for support as he looked back.

“What… what in the!” He was trying to find the right words while he looked back at the woman.

“You… You let me fall or…” his voice trailed off, remembering the fall and how he screamed, oh god, how he cried and the horror of it. Then there was nothing, no splat. It was like something had carried him off. But the idea of him splatting made him shiver.

“No, I saved you, but I had to do something also. Now come on, my dear, breakfast should be ready. You’ve got clothes In the drawers for you.” She pointed over as Dusk looked over and noticed the dresser beside him. It hadn’t been there before; he was sure of it.

“Maybe I just didn’t notice it before. I’ve got such a hangover.” He moved over, opening the drawers, where he saw a pair of pants and a t-shirt as he moved to put them on. He even found his wallet in the other drawer, as he put it away, wondering where he was. But who is this Sombra? What is she?

Dusk couldn’t help but wonder if This Sombra was even human. He followed behind her as she started walking down the corridor. Her hips swayed back and forth as he looked at her.

“So, how did you save me? Who are you, If you don’t mind me asking?” Dusk wondered while he managed to catch up to her.

The walls were lined with art, each depicting battles from history, while some showed Milly pitcher as she filled a cannon. He continued walking,

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re wondering who I am; well, no reason to hide it from you.” She smirked as her hand waved over, as the doors at the end of the hall began to open.

“I am a Goddess, Dusk, If you must ask.” She spoke with such a simple thing. Now, Dusk might have questioned that as he shook his head,

“A goddess? I mean…” Dusk seemed more stumped while she smirked.

“Why yes, I guess you could consider me an American Goddess. Every country has its pantheon, and I’m one of America’s gods.”

“America… Has gods? I thought….”

“What Christianity, Catholic, Or Baptist? Oh, Heavens, I’m afraid most get it wrong; there is no singular god; that's too much power for one being, omnipotent and omniscient. It would drive someone mad; no, many Gods and goddesses exist worldwide. Every culture has a pantheon.” Sombra spoke more, walking through the dining room. They weren’t alone now as Dusk saw people moving around, filling the table, as he groaned. Soon one of them walked over, handing him a couple of pills.

“For your head, master.” The woman spoke; Dusk took them but found himself almost jumping back. The woman had snakes instead of hair on her head. Green scales instead of skin as she walked off.

“Um… What was that?” He asked, watching the woman walk away, and soon realized she didn’t have legs. She was slithering away.

“She’s a Naga, a cousin of the medusa’s though she’s more like a diamondback rattlesnake, so be careful. Her name is Marry.” Sombra spoke with a light chuckle as Dusk watched the other woman heading off.

“Um, good to know… So, there is a snake woman, and… Other gods? But who are the others if you are just one of America’s gods?”

“Oh, a few are running around, I’m certain; some hang out with the old Gods, some are doing their job, and others are messing around with mortals like you.” She smirked as she took a seat. The strings from her top moved down her shoulders, giving Dusk a peak.

“Alright, um, so Where Am I? Is this like Heaven or something?”

“Oh no, not in Heaven; you’re still alive, and a living soul can’t go there; your mind wouldn’t be able to handle it; no, you’re in one of my homes, around the united states.”

“One of your homes?” Dusk asked though he found that the more he asked, the more questions he had for Sombra the Goddess.

“Well, I have a few places I need to be, though this is where I frequent, it’s pretty lovely, But please, this is going to be our home now.” She teased while she snapped her fingers; more people came in workers. But Dusk wondered if they were also Naga’s, but he could barely tell they went by so fast as they laid down their breakfast. He looked down, seeing what was placed before him.

“I hope you don’t mind. I picked what I imagined you would enjoy, Dusk.” She spoke while Dusk watched his food.

“This is pretty good, but something is bothering me.”

“Oh, and what's that?” Sombra asked, leaning forward and giving him another glimpse of her pale bosom.

“Well, a few of them was why you visited me; why would a God want with me at all? I’m no one, but… Well, you said you’re a Goddess, but what kind of Goddess are you anyway? I mean, how come I never heard of you? No one ever spoke about America’s Gods?”

Sombra seemed to smile, liking what she heard. She reached down, taking one of the crisp pieces of bacon, which Dusk thought looked burnt.

“Please have a bite; I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. I’ll be answering your questions in due time. But I can answer some of the easier ones. I’m the Goddess of Strength and War. The very concept of those itself. As for why we American Gods don’t reveal ourselves, we are far too busy to deal with the mere mortals; sure, we take your prayers and wants, but we also have our work to do.” She spoke straight to the point while moving to take a long drink of something red. Dusk couldn’t help but think it was wine.

“But we pay attention to what you say and do; some of us are stronger than others. I know I’m more blessed than others. Whenever there is war, I feel stronger, as most war gods do; when our lands declare war on something, It’s like we are receiving prayers. Now America, we are a country of war. Drug War, Race War, and War on other countries. It’s like a battery, and it fuels me and influences me. Sure, we have peace. Yet War… War is eternal; it’s what built this nation. I’m America’s first god, even if they don’t know it.” She continued speaking there while Dusk watched her.

“I am the strength of America itself as well; these two concepts, The strongest fact of this country. While I said there are other gods, some as strong, the god of Poverty, the Goddess of Lust and death, We are sometimes born and formed. But we exist, and humans like you, well… you give us as much life as we bless you.” She smirked while Dusk watched his mouth drop.

“I— It… So much.” He muttered while Sombra chuckled,

“Please eat, it’ll take your mind off that for now, but I’m sure I can answer some of your other questions as the time comes.” Dusk would do just that taking a bite out of the bacon first before moving on to the sausage and eggs, and they were quiet good, he had to admit, yet at the same time he found himself stuffing his face.

He continued munching over while looking at the woman claiming that she was a war god, but he found himself wondering more, as he slowed down.

“So, again, you never answered this, what debt do I owe you?”

Sombra smirked while she took another bite, letting the sausage move past those succulent lips as she took a bite and looked to him.

“Well, You owe me your life, since I saved your life, you in fact owe me your life. I intend you to pay me back.” Sombra smiled as she continued eating the breakfast. Dusk on the other hand wasn’t sure how of this.

“So are you going to sacrafice me, or have me kill someone else? Cause I won’t kill someone else.” Though a flash of Rarity, and that Rainbow Dash fellow, had popped into his head while he felt anger bursting through his skull, as he grabbed his head.

Sombra though watched him for a second as she suddenly burst’s into a fit of laughter, that made Dusk wonder what he said that was so funny.

“What’s so funny?” He asked quickly, while Sombra continued giggling.

“Oh the thought that you think I would sacrifice you, how silly is that, if I was going to sacrifice you why in the world would I even save your life. No, just no. I have plans for you and not to have someone kill you. You owe me your life not your death. No I have something more important in mind.”

Sombra pushed the chair back as she got up, her hips swaying as she walked to the other side of the table looking at him. Those eyes, it was the first time he noticed them, they were red, like pure blood, as she watched him with a sort of hunger. The kind animals on the hunt had when they found the perfect prayer. It didn’t help him with his feeling that she was going to sacrifice him.

“So If you’re not going to sacrifice me then what do you want?” Dusk asked not even sure what to say while he looked at the War Goddess, who smirked as she leaned in.

“I want you to marry me.” She said simply her hand touching the table as she glided her hand around as a box appeared, in fact it was the same box that he tossed the other night, as she opened it revealing the gold band.

“In exchange for saving your life you must become my husband, from now untill the day you die.” She said with a wide grin, like a cat. Dusk watched her for a second not sure what to say, yet went for the first word that came to his head,

“Wait what?!” He muttered out as he looked at the goddess holding the box, and on one knee before him.

“Marry me simple as that, in exchange for you to live, you become my husband. So what do you say?” Sombra said as she looked him in the eyes. Those blood red eyes. As he sat there stunned not even sure if he could say yes or no, and worst of all, what if he does say no what would she do.

“What… What would me become your husband do for me? I mean what would I have to do?” He asked, though Sombra smile vanished as she looked almost annoyed,

“Humans, always curious and wondering, it’s both your most fascinating and annoying features you’ve developed. But if you want to know. You Becoming my husband would be simple.”

Sombra stood up, and from the position they were, she looked like a giant. It was quiet something as she walked around him.

“But if you must know, as my husband you will be required to be a good husband, try not to cause me any trouble, Give me at least one or two kids, like any normal couple. You also can’t embarrass me in front of the other gods.”

Sombra moved in her finger under his chin lifting his head,

“Do you understand that. I think its a fair deal, you’re life, and you become my husband, it’ll be simple.” She said, while Dusk looked at her for a minute, seeing there wasn’t any down sides.

“Sure, I’ll marry you, but I really don’t know you. I mean… Yes.” He said while Sombra nodded,

“Good, we’ll have the ceremony in about a week understand. I want us to be married as soon as possible. But as one of my top gods I’ll need witnesses from people in my pantheon. Do you understand that.” Sombra spoke with that wild smile. Dusk nodded understanding what she meant, Though a thought came other him.

“What about my parents… My family? Will they be ok?”

“They’ll be fine, I know a couple of gods that I’m sure will look out for them, though you won’t be able to see them again.” Almost like pulling it out from air, Sombra brought out a newspaper, and showed it. Dusk looked into it, where he saw it an obituary, reading,

Dusk Shine (Dusky) Died age twenty-seven leaving behind his parents and girlfriend. He died in the early hours of the morning death by suicide. His funeral will be held at the St. Francis Funeral home in New charlise. Where he will be buried.

To the world Dusk Shine was dead, but for Dusk Shine, his life was only beginning. Whether he knew it or not, He was about to begin a new chapter in his life.