Chapter 14: Danae, She Who Judges
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The Guild of Gamers: The Nightmare
Chapter 12.5: Danae, She Who Judges
– Aresia –
The new island was perfect, truly separated from the outside world and the world of men. She didn't like that only Legion could decide who came and went, but she could tolerate the man, as he was almost certainly a God. He was not one of the Greek gods, but she supposed that her new Themyscira needed the blessing of their own gods to replace the waning Greek Pantheon.
Watching as Legion, Markus, walked around the island, pointing out things to the young Danae on his shoulders, she frowned. Danae was growing fast, not even one year old, and she looked more like she was closer to five. Markus barely left the island and claimed that the rapid growth would slow down soon. It would be time to start her training in earnest.
"Why so grim, Aresia?" their newest member said, making her turn to the dark-purple-haired woman dressed in a green armoured dress, not unlike those that her former sisters wore, though in a different colour.
"I was just planning; once Danae's training begins, we'll be one step closer to taking on Themyscira," Aresia said, turning from the sight of Markus showing Danae a butterfly. The island had some wildlife, nothing dangerous, but it was another sign of his power that he had created life itself.
Circe smiled darkly, her own grudges against Themyscira evident. She didn't like the divine sorceress, having heard the legends of Circe's 'mischief', but Legion had returned with the Goddess and claimed she was here to teach magic to Danae and then later to the future New Amazons.
"Oh, yes. I can't wait," Circe said with a dark smile. "Assuming you don't do anything stupid to our gracious host and actually live to see it."
Circe walked away with that said, making Aresia growl as she glared at the smug sorceress. Her dislike of Markus was transparent to everyone, not that Markus himself seemed to care about her disdain.
Circe joined the pair, delighting the young child with parlour tricks, but she shook her head. Markus would only be here until Danae was fully trained, and then he said he'd leave the island for good.
– Danae – Years Later –
"Again," Aresia said as Danae picked herself up off the floor. Grabbing her blade, she got back into position with a determined look on her face. Facing down her mentor, the barely ten-year-old girl prepared herself to fight once more.
Father and Aunt Neo were watching; she couldn't embarrass herself like this.
Aresia was good, but she was not unbeatable. Father himself had said that Aresia had been chosen for her personality, not her skills, and Aunt Circe told her that her mother, Diana, was far better.
She'd meet her mother when the time was right. For now, she had to train.
Clashing again, she brought up her shield to block Aresia's swing, shoulder-checking the older woman with her enhanced strength, a gift from her father. She was still far smaller than Aresia, but her strength was already growing to surpass her teachers.
Aresia knew it as well, seeming determined to delay the day she'd be defeated for as long as possible as they clashed, blades swinging. One of Aresia's slashes cut into her side, making her let out a grunt of pain, but she didn't let it distract her as she took advantage of the opening to stab her blade into Aresia's thigh, making her mentor let out a scream of pain.
It was shameful; Aresia was so weak, so affected by her pain. Neo was right; Aresia had never truly been tested, but that could be solved later. Aresia was very talented, having been trained by her grandmother, Hippolyta, alongside her mother.
With the wound, Aresia was slower to move as Danae pushed through her pain and continued to harry Aresia, using her speed to slip in and land another blow before she backed away, counting on Aresia not being able to keep up with her wounded leg. If Aresia were truly as strong as she thought, she would push through the pain and hunt her down, but it was another sign that her father's teachings were correct.
Aresia had the skill but not the will.
Sweeping Aresia's feet from under her, Danae bashed Aresia in the face with her shield at the same time, knocking her mentor on her ass with a grin, her sword to Aresia's throat in an instant.
"I… I yield," Aresia admitted for the first time since her training had begun. Danae hid her frown. When they fought, Danae always fought until she was slain, her father's power returning her to life afterwards; Aresia feared pain and death too much. Pausing for just a moment, Danae swiped her blade and slit Aresia's throat, watching her gurgle as the blood spurted out.
Her disapproval was quickly forgotten as she heard her father and Circe cheering for her. Neo clapped proudly as she beamed up at them. As they approached, her father wrapped her in a tight hug, and Neo patted her on the back.
"You did great, Danae," Dad said, stroking her hair as she beamed up at him proudly. "You're growing up so fast."
Cuddling up to her father, she barely noticed as Aresia passed away and was reborn, clutching her throat as Circe teased her.
– Neo – Later –
Playing the cool Aunt was great. Nobody had trusted her to look after their children before, and Danae was rapidly growing on her.
"Like this, Aunt Neo?" Danae asked, dragging the blade along the captive's thigh, avoiding cutting anything too vital so he wouldn't bleed out.
Neo nodded, clapping. The pre-teen girl beamed at her, looking over the collection of torture tools. She wasn't a maternal woman, but it was so nice to be able to pass down her skills to someone who looked up to her and adored her.
Danae made her choice, picking up a meat tenderiser as she turned back to the man, who had recently lost a game. He squirmed in place, unable to break free of the ropes as Danae moved towards him.
"So, I should start with the kneecaps, right?" Danae asked with an innocent smile, and Neo almost had to wipe a tear from her eyes. None of her children had taken to the art so well, and the sound of Danae breaking her first kneecap made her beam proudly.
– Circe –
When Legion came to her, she had already been plotting how to get back at Hippolyta for the centuries she had spent trapped in Tartarus, so she was admittedly an easy recruit for the charismatic lunatic.
But Legion didn't just have plans to break Wonder Woman. He wanted to destroy Olympus itself, and giving her a chance to punish the Gods themselves was far too tempting.
Correcting Danae, she showed her apprentice how to transform annoying mortals into various animals for her amusement, beaming as Danae turned to her excitedly, having correctly cast the spell and turned the captive into a weasel.
She was partial to pigs herself, but they laughed together as they watched the weasel flee around the room in terror.
Themyscira was going to fall, and the Amazons would be judged by Danae; those who were flexible would find a new home under their new Queen. Hippolyta would see everything she valued torn down and corrupted under the rule of her own Granddaughter. Circe grinned, stroking Danae's hair out of her face.
Every day, the young girl looked more like her mother, with long, slightly curly black hair and intense blue eyes. She wore a silver circlet, a birthday present from her father that she never took off, and her own Amazon armour was coloured red, silver, and black.
Markus' power was immense, and she quickly came to realise that as much as she valued toying with people, she should never cross him. As she continued Danae's training, she smirked to herself.
It was a shame that Aresia had not learnt that lesson. She hadn't missed the way Aresia was trying to 'subtly' teach her misandrist ways to Markus' daughter. She'd even warned Markus himself, but he simply gave her a smile that sent shivers down even her spine.
– Barbara Ann Minerva (Cheetah) –
A chance to hurt the gods was always something she was eager for, blaming them for her cursed form. That this chance would hurt Wonder Woman just as much made her all the more eager to accept Legion's offer despite his grim reputation.
Moving through the jungles around New Themyscira, she stalked her prey with a smile.
Leaping out, she pounced on her prey, who let out a quiet shout of surprise as Cheetah chuckled, rising and helping the barely teenage girl up.
As they talked about what she had done wrong, Cheetah smiled darkly. How would Diana react if she learnt that her precious daughter was being raised to be such a deadly huntress? Soon, she would join Legion's games as a Hunter, and she'd teach Danae to hunt and kill her prey.
She wasn't ready yet, despite her rapidly growing skill, but the fact that Diana would never get to raise her own child made Barbara smile cruelly as they started the training again, Cheetah taking the part of the prey as she headed out, knowing Danae would soon be stalking her.
– Markus Gray (Legion) –
Watching Danae train with Aresia and Cheetah, I can't help but smile proudly to myself as she holds her own against the two.
I have to admit, fatherhood is… pleasant. Sure, I've been taking breaks to go and take part in other games as Legion, but I wanted to be there for Danae growing up. She's brilliant, learning magic and combat skills at a rapid pace. Neo has taught her how to make a man suffer, and I made sure she was desensitised to death and gore from a young age.
I found it amusing to gather Wonder Woman's enemies to train Danae, and tracking them down wasn't overly hard with my rapidly-growing powers. As the Entity, my ability to recruit has grown immensely since I have a sixth sense for people who would become my killers now.
"Ah, our little princess is still with those two?" Circe asks as she teleports in. "It's almost time for her magical training, but I can wait," Circe says, taking a seat on the arm of my chair and smiling at me.
"No games, Circe, what do you want?" I say simply, making her giggle.
"But I thought you liked games?" Circe teases, knowing that my ego isn't so weak that I'd torture her over some light teasing. We have spent over a decade on this island together, after all, stretching the time dilation to its limits. "I want Hippolyta. When Themyscira falls, I want to be the 'Hunter' in charge of Hippolyta's game."
I pause, looking at the divine sorceress as she smiles at me. I was going to have Danae judge her grandmother, but it wouldn't be the end of the world to let Circe do it instead. Cheetah has already gotten Danae to agree to Cheetah joining in on Wonder Woman's game when the time comes.
"Have I not been a dutiful mentor to our Danae?" Circe points out, running her hand down my chest with a sultry smirk. "Not many can say they had me in their employ for over a decade, with no trickery or deception."
I open my mouth to agree, but she cuts me off.
"But perhaps you need a little more tempting?" Circe whispers, kissing my neck as her hand reaches my belt, undoing it as I give her an amused look. She knows I was already going to agree, but that doesn't stop her from slipping down onto her knees, pulling down her top to expose her large breasts.
Still, I don't complain as she undoes my trousers and pulls out my shaft, giving it a sloppy kiss before she takes the head into her mouth, my hand moving to her head. This is hardly the first time we've been together; Circe is wise enough to see how powerful I am and realise that keeping on my good side is going to benefit her.
Groaning, I lean back and enjoy her ministrations as I watch Danae fighting her mentors.
Circe is an amazingly talented cocksucker, deepthroating my shaft with no effort as she practically inhales my manhood, staring up at me with teasing, glowing blue eyes.
"If Danae agrees, you can be Hippolyta's judge," I agree, feeling her hum in thanks, sending vibrations along my cock as I watch the fight, seeing Danae get her chest sliced by Cheetah's claws, but respond by decapitating the cat-woman. It doesn't stop Aresia from running her through, and I feel Danae's anger at losing as she dies, but with a click of my fingers, the fight begins anew.
– Danae –
"A-Aunt Neo, are you sure this is okay?" Danae asked, hesitating for the first time in her life as Neo gave her an encouraging smile. Danae took a deep breath as Neo's hand came up and groped her teenage breast, squeezing the tiny handful.
Danae was just dressed in a pair of underwear that Neo had gotten her, a black lacey bra and panties, as they sat on Markus' bed. Danae blushed at the groping but took another deep breath as they waited for the man himself.
She loved her father, and Neo was right. No other man would ever be good enough for her; how could they compare to him? She knew how important he was, how busy he was, but he'd spent all these years by her side. The entire world was waiting for him to give them a chance, to be judged, and instead, he spent all his time with her. She knew that time moved weirdly here, that he wasn't actually missing anything, but it was still years of his life he could have spent judging the people of the world.
It was her thirteenth birthday. She'd been the Killer in a game for the first time without any help from her mentors, Aunt Neo or her father. Naturally, not a single survivor managed to escape. She had been trained too well, and her favorite part was turning one of the survivors into a bloodthirsty bear when they were all huddled up.
After hunting it later, she'd even had the bear skinned for a rug, putting all the skills Cheetah had taught her to use. Then they had a big dinner with all her favourite foods. Neo had 'borrowed' some world-class chefs to cook for her, and she got loads of presents, including a new sword and shield.
Now, there was one last present she wanted as her father entered the room, pausing midstep as he spotted her. Her face went red at his raised eyebrow, giving Neo a knowing look before he stepped into the room and closed the door.
"Danae, is there something I can do for you?" Markus asked, an amused smile on his lips as she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, tossing it aside as she exposed her budding breasts to her father.
"I- I want you to make me a woman, fath- daddy," Danae stuttered, hating how her nerves of steel had betrayed her.
"Uh-huh. Neo isn't making you do this?" Markus asked, giving Neo an amused look as her Aunt gasped in fake shock, making her own nude breasts bounce. Neo was only wearing a thong, leaving those amazing boobs on display.
"No, Aunt Neo gave me some advice, but I want this," Danae said, gathering her nerves as she met his gaze fearlessly. "I want you."
Neo gave her a proud smile as Markus chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he reached up and undid his shirt. She'd seen him naked countless times thanks to Aunt Circe and Barbara, who he made love to with regularity, but this time he was stripping for her.
Tossing his shirt aside, she admired his muscular body as he moved towards the bed with a hungry smile.
"You sure about this, honey? There's no going back after this," Markus warned as he undid his belt, his jeans falling and exposing the tented boxers. She simply nodded, gulping as she lay on her back and looked up at her father, at her God.
Markus climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, his lips ghosting over hers as they shared a breathless kiss. He'd kissed her before, but it was always on her head or cheek, but now his lips were pressed against hers as his hands started to roam over her body, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake.
Danae moaned softly into their kiss as one of Markus' hands cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her already-hard nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his touch, wanting more as she leaned into the kiss.
Her father pulled away from their kiss to look down at Danae with a loving smile before he began to trail kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to suck on each of her nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, nibbling just hard enough to leave a bite mark, but he knew she didn't fear a little pain.
She let out a gasp when he reached between her legs, his fingers rubbing through the thin fabric of her lacy thong. He could definitely feel the heat emanating from between her legs and knew she was ready for him, already wet from Neo's preparations.
With shaky hands, Danae helped him remove her panties before spreading herself open for him. Neo watched, kneeling next to her with a lewd smile as Danae presented herself before her god. She was to be a Queen, but her father was more than a ruler, and didn't Queen Hippolyta worship the inferior Greek gods? This was her temple, and she was ready to worship.
Neo's hand found its way to her breast, gently massaging it, and Markus' fingers teased her wet folds; there was no denying the heat building inside of her.
"Are you ready, Danae?" Markus asked, his voice deep and his eyes hungry as he examined the sacrifice before him.
Danae nodded eagerly, biting her lip as her father positioned himself between her legs. She spread them wider for him, offering herself fully and knowing that it was going to be a tight fit. Neo watched with hungry eyes as her father's tip pressed against Danae's entrance.
With a slow and steady push, Markus entered her, stretching her with his girth. It stung at first, but the pleasure quickly replaced any discomfort. Danae moaned loudly as he filled her completely. It felt so very right to take him into her body like this, and a part of her mourned that she had waited so long. She knew her tightness was a pleasure for him, and he should have taken her when she was younger still to have taken the pleasure he was owed.
His movements were slow and gentle at first, giving Danae time to adjust to the feeling of being penetrated by his manhood. But soon enough, he picked up the pace, and their bodies moved in perfect rhythm. She was in amazing shape; her lifestyle demanded no less, so she hoped he enjoyed her body as he groaned quietly, one of her legs wrapped around his waist.
Neo leaned over and kissed Danae deeply as the younger girl clung to her Aunt for support while Markus continued to thrust inside of her. Neo tasted sweet. Neo had wanted to kiss her earlier, but she'd refused, wanting her father to be her first, but she couldn't deny that Neo tasted amazing. Her nails dug into her father's back, scratching deeply enough to draw blood as she moaned into Neo's mouth, feeling the pleasure build up inside of her.
"I-inside, Daddy, cum inside me," Danae begged as she broke the kiss, looking up into his soft green eyes.
"Sure, honey," Markus agreed, kissing her as his thrusts sped up, her body reacting to the rough pounding as she screamed her climax into his mouth, her teenage body tightening down on the cock penetrating her. Her legs locked behind his back, unwilling to let him pull out as she smiled up at him. She was his, and he was hers.
With a groan of relief, Markus sheathed himself inside her, every inch of his large, girthy cock fully inside her as it twitched, releasing his seed into her body. She let out a moan of pleasure at the fullness, giving him a tired but satisfied smile as he placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"Happy birthday, honey," Markus said, stroking her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as she beamed up at him. "Love you."
"Love you more, Dad," Danae said, giving him a light kiss. "We're not done, right?"
Neo giggled, and Markus chuckled as they shared a look.
"Not even close," Markus agreed, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her front. "I went easy on you, Danae, but remember… you asked for this."
He entered her, Neo moving in front of her and removed her thong, tossing it aside as she sat in front of Danae, legs spread. She didn't need a hint as she leaned down and thanked her Auntie for all the help she'd given her over the years.
– Aresia –
Markus was not a God.
He was a man, a man of lusts and perversions like any other man. Seeing him with Circe and Cheetah had confirmed that, but the fact that he had turned his perversion onto his own daughter proved that she was right to hate him.
Danae would be the Queen of New Themyscira, as much as it angered Aresia. Markus had never said she would rule the island; that was her assumption. Markus had always intended for his daughter to be queen. Danae also adored Markus, so she would not send her father away when the time came.
So, Aresia had increased her plan to show Danae how worthless men truly were, to get her to order her father to leave when the time came.
She raised her shield, but Danae gripped it and yanked it from her hand, an enraged look on her face. Aresia felt her many wounds bleed as Danae set upon her like a storm, faster and stronger than Aresia.
She was almost proud of how well she'd trained her student, but as Danae cut into her again and again, she realised that she had vastly underestimated Danae's dedication to her father.
Danae was in a berserker rage, not bothering with her shield as she fought with her sword and a dagger, slicing and dicing as she ignored her own wounds, rage clear on her face.
Called it~
Circe's mocking voice in her head didn't help the situation, a giggle echoing through her mind as Danae dismembered her, cutting off her arm, knowing how to drag things out and keep her opponent alive longer.
As Aresia slumped to the floor, more resembling a hunk of meat than a person, as she puked up her own blood, Danae stared down at her with rage-filled eyes, the teenage ruler scoffing as she landed the final blow, driving her dagger into her heart.
– Danae –
As her father resurrected Aresia, the traitor flinched back, still weak from pain, as Danae sat upon the throne.
"Aresia, you sought to manipulate me into sending my father, my God, away," Danae said, watching Aresia go to speak. "Father knew you'd do this; he thought you'd do it years earlier, but you were a fool to think you could outsmart him… and Aunt Circe has long since taught me to watch out for manipulations, if you could call your crude attempts such a thing."
"W-what, you knew?!" Aresia asked, making Markus laugh.
"You're predictable if nothing else. I decided that you would be Danae's first judgement fifteen years ago," Markus admitted, making her chuckle grimly at how easily he read her. "I am a being that feeds on negative emotions; I kept you around as a buffet. Your hatred has been delicious."
Aresia stilled at his simple words, at odds with the smile on his handsome face.
"As my father has said, your fate is mine to judge," Danae cut in as Aresia went to speak. "You attempted to turn me against my father, but you have trained me well over the years. You are my Aunt, and yet you are a traitor. I will not have Father devour your soul for this betrayal, but instead, I will give you a way to prove your loyalty to this island and its success."
Aresia didn't speak, shuddering at the realisation of the fate she had barely avoided.
"You will be assigned as a broodmare to help populate my island, bearing ten daughters to the man you tried to drive away," Danae decided, making Aresia pale as she went to speak. "Alternatively, you can be stripped of your powers and entered into Legion's games, given a chance to earn your powers back, along with your place by my side."
Aresia went deathly still, and Danae smiled grimly. Her Aunt knew her weakness at heart, even if she would not admit it. She knew she would not survive the games despite having been trained by Hippolyta herself. Circe hated her grandmother, but she never downplayed Hippolyta's strength or wisdom.
"T-ten?" Aresia asked, gulping.
"You know the funny thing? You tried manipulating Danae into ordering me to do something I was already going to do. Once Danae hits sixteen, the plan for this island will be in full effect, and I will be leaving, going back to my own plans," Markus pointed out with a grin. "That hatred in you is so deliciously venomous; it makes you so stupid."
"Ten. You will give me ten sisters and then take your place by my side as my general for the coming war. Themyscira needs to be judged; they have grown so weak and pathetic in their soft world, and I want you by my side when we test our Amazon sisters and my mother," Danae said, letting out a soft sigh. Aresia, for all her rage, was still her Aunt, her mother's adopted sister.
"I can make sure the newborns are all female. Not sure why the Gods didn't do that for the Amazons, but who knows what those guys are thinking," Markus said with a shrug, making her giggle.
Aresia hesitated, looking at Markus, who just grinned back as he stood by Circe.
"I-" Aresia started, sighing in defeat. "I accept, Your Majesty."
Danae smiled. Circe had guessed that Aresia would accept. Fifteen years alongside Markus had dulled some of her hatred, even if it was immensely ingrained, and being constantly exposed to Legion's Games gave her an all-consuming fear of being forced into them.
– Later –
Watching her father disrobe, she looked at Aresia, who was bound to the bed in golden chains, utterly naked as Markus approached her.
"Don't worry, Aresia, you'll learn why the rest of us happen to rather like men," Circe giggled, making Aresia glare at her as Markus climbed onto the bed. "Now, now, don't be like that. I even made you that lovely fertility potion out of the kindness of my heart to help get your punishment sorted as soon as possible," Circle scolded. "Oh, I did mention that it was an aphrodisiac as well, didn't I?"
Aresia just growled, but she could say nothing as Markus wasted no time, lining himself up and thrusting into the Amazon's dripping pussy, filling the hateful bitch in ways she had never been before.
As Aresia squealed, Danae watched with a satisfied smile. Soon, her island would start to thrive, but there was one piece missing from this puzzle, and her sixteenth birthday was fast approaching. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Her father had had his memories stripped and had taken part in his own game to get an understanding of the other side. Neo seemed so impressed by it, and father claimed it had helped him make more effective games and understand the survivors better.
She needed to learn how the other side thought.
— Bonus Scene — Princess Diana
She knew the time-dilatation of Legion's realm meant that her daughter could be any age already, and Legion enjoyed rubbing the salt in as he sent her photo albums of her daughter's growth. They appeared in her bedroom, each one showing a year of growth, appearing hours apart.
Danae. Her daughter. The word sent a shard of ice into her heart as she looked at the picture of her daughter, with long black hair and ice-blue eyes, laughing at something Circe said, or standing next to a strung-up man in the jungle, his flesh flayed as Cheetah watched with a savage grin.
Legion was turning their- no, her daughter into a monster who killed with a smile. Circe, Cheetah, and Aresia had all helped. Aresia stung worst of all, her adopted sister aiding in the corruption of her niece.
As she awaited the next album, she watched with wide eyes as a thick fog poured from her wardrobe before a figure stepped forward. Diana went for her sword before it clattered from her hand, seeing the young woman who had appeared.
"Hello, mother," Danae said, giving her a smile. "Did father tell you I was coming?"
"D-Danae?" Diana asked, making Danae nod.
"Ah, he's been playing his games?" Danae asked, seeing the albums with a laugh. "It's me; I've wanted to meet you for years."
"H-how-"
"Oh, it's my birthday present. I asked Father if I could finally meet you as my sixteenth birthday present, and he agreed! I've heard so much about you," Danae said excitedly, but Diana felt a shard of ice digging into her chest. The girl in front of her was a trained killer, someone Legion had been training and corrupting for sixteen years.
She shook her head, moving forward and wrapping her daughter in a tight hug, which Danae returned. I-it wasn't too late; she could save her daughter's soul from Legion. She had to.
"W-when is he coming to take you back?" Diana asked, making Danae laugh.
"Oh, he isn't. I have my own way of going home whenever I want; he said I can spend as much time with you as I want," Danae explained as Diana felt her eyes widen. Danae had a way into Legion's realm.
Danae gave her a smile.
"Dad said I could stay with you for as long as I want since he's spent sixteen years with me. He thought I'd like to see things the other way," Danae explained, looking around the room with an amused smile. "You're a hero, and I've only heard tales of Themyscira from Aunt Aresia, so I was hoping that you'd let me be your… sidekick, that's the word, right? And show me where we came from," Danae explained, hesitating. "I get it if you don't want to; I am Legion's daughter, after all."
"And you're mine, even if Legion has kept us apart all these years," Diana said, though it hadn't even been a day for her. Danae gave her a beaming smile as Diana's thoughts rushed through her mind. "I would be honoured to show you Themyscira and how the good guys play."
Danae held the key to Legion's lair, a space seemingly impenetrable. Legion was always playing his games, and she knew this was another one.
Could she turn their daughter against him?
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DarkWolfShiro Author’s Note: Just a .5 chapter of how Danae was raised.
Yes, Markus spent a full sixteen years with his daughter, which was a single night in DC. Time fuckery. I’m not giving him powers because his system changed slightly when he became the Entity; now, he can harvest negative emotions and then use that energy to make his own powers, beings or realms. He’s been feasting on Aresia for a long time.
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