I made that a while ago, and I spoke of a part 2, so here we are! I’m probably gonna make a few parts, and I’m gonna make this quite NSFW soon, so I thought that here would be appropriate
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“Huh, not even a single person on earth gave me a second thought, yet I got the attention of an ancient goddess! Interesting… I should do this more often, for now, tell me, what kind of stuff can I ask for?” Lewis laughed maniacally, looking at the small being.
“Anything, anything you want! I will make it happen! Just please don’t let me be forgotten!” She falls to her knees, a single tear going down her cheek. “I don’t want to live eternity alone!”
“Well, to start, let’s keep it simple. Lets go with a physical form, and you can stay at my place. It’s small, and stinks, but it’s got a roof and 4 walls, so it’s better than nothing. It’s lonely around here, nobody wants to live with a serial killer.” He pauses “though, that’s the issue. I don’t want to be ‘a serial killer’ I want to be notable, I want a name, a life, I want to be noticed!” He stops. “Maybe we can help each other… if I get noticed, then so do you. We are one entity now, at least in the eyes of the public. So what do you say, another run tomorrow?” Lewis smirks
Zorath nods, excited. “So it’s a date then?” Lewis looks around. “A murderous, psychopathic date, but a date!” Zorath squeals, her hazy red eyes gaining a small spark. “We will make them pay…” She says, smiling devilishly.
The next morning, Lewis woke up, and immediately saw something on his bedframe. A skull. It was an animal skull, but it was made to the shape of a mask, and fit on his face perfectly. This was Zorath’s gift. He removed the mask, turned it to face him and smiled. “Do you like it?” Zorath blushed, a small amount of colour appearing in her lifeless pale grey skin. “I made it for you by hand…” Lewis looked up at Zorath, smiling his first kind smile In a long time. “I love it, Zorath. Its perfect.”
They left, and killed another 24 people in another attack. Each time, the corpses were piled higher and higher, and each ritual made Zorath happier. Though she had the appearance of a little kid, she was evil at heart, and she watched as life after life was taken. Even women and children were taken. According to Zorath, sacrificing women felt the best, since they had the most fear, and those who led bad lives were the most fulfilling. It was perfect. Especially since they attacked a fancy restaurant, people were always stuck up there.
As they returned home, Zorath draped her arms over Lewis’ chest as they watched the news. “Zorath’s Disciple” he was called. He had a name. He had been noticed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t2wch4/mf_the_ancient_goddess_part_2