Rejoice

Chaister’s POV

“Oh, rejoice, my dear ones, rejoice together with your lord, for the day has come! What a sight to behold!” I said to my Veltalas. I felt his presence in my realm as soon as he stepped a foot on its ground.

The day the pile rider Nepenthern finally came to plead a favour from my chaotic self. Me, the one who had always been looked down upon, is sought by the powerful god of all gods. The vain bastard is finally about to fall, and he needs mere me to upkeep his ass on the throne.

“I shall be back in a jiffy to devour your succulent honeypot fannies, so don’t go anywhere, my shambolic urchins. I have some backbreaking drudgery to do.” I said to the harem of Veltalas, whose dance mixed with the shadows which swirled around them in a lewd and sin-provoking way, just the way they knew I liked. While twirling, brushing and crawling lasciviously around me, Veltalas were snaking their tout and lithe bodies to nudge me, plaguing my body with their ha