Chronicles of Aeryllia: Genesis

The Conflict

Shayla walked among her creation, appreciating what she had created. She stopped to smell the sweet, exotic flowers in the forest. The suns shined down with a soft, warm glow, bathing her flawless ashen skin in their soft light. It warmed her heart to feel the delicate silken petals between her fingers, and to smell the sweet aroma.

She gently plucked the lavender orchid, taking enough stem to thread it through her waist length, curly white hair, and tucked it behind her long and tall pointed ear. The enticing smell tingled her senses. Coupled with the warmth of the glow of the suns upon her nude body, the experience was enough to make her feel a little moist. She reached down and touched herself, slipping a long delicate finger between her folds, and fondled herself.

She leaned against the smooth bark of a large tree, slid down to a spread legged sitting position. She allowed her long and thickly lashed eyelids to close, as her mouth fell slightly open, thoroughly enjoying the sensations she was giving herself.

As her eyes slid closed, a man's face appeared in her mind. He wasn't like her. It was a human man's face. The humans came from a planet in another universe, in the third dimension. Thousands of years ago, she had borrowed some from that planet, with her older brother's permission, just to add some diversity to her creation.

In return, her brother had created a portal, where her creations could freely visit his world, and explore. Her creations were curious, and sometimes mischievous, but they only played simple pranks at most. None of her creations were violent. The humans from her brother's world did have the capacity for violence, but usually only if threatened.

They generally kept to themselves, content to hunt, gather, and farm, but they usually stuck together and built large towns and cities.

She moaned softly as she fiddled with herself as she watched her favored human through her mind's eye. He was standing under a stream of water in his shower. Steam rolling off of his skin as he soaped up. His manhood was slightly swollen and half erect from cleaning himself down there, and the thought of him ravaging her made her heart flutter.

Suddenly she stopped, shocking herself out of her reverie. "What am I thinking?! He's just a plaything!" She scolded herself as she rose to her feet. Then her inner voice piped up. "Is he really? You know that you want him as your champion, and you know that you'd permanently graft him between your legs if you didn't have another need of him." She sighed in resignation. She had watched him with human women. The things he did to them. Her moisture ran down the inside of her right thigh as she thought of some of those things, and her nipples were hard as rocks.

She was about to mentally admonish herself again, when she heard loud grunts and thrashing through the thick underbrush nearby.

She quickly faded from view, hiding herself on the breeze and watched through the shrubbery as several large green skinned humanoids trudged along, dragging some shadow elves with them.

"Orcs! A slave gathering party! What are they doing on MY planet?!"

She watched furiously as they dragged, shoved, and whipped her favorite children, the ones created in her own image...but she couldn't interfere!

"Damn you, Father! Damn you and your miserable Accord!"

A hissing laughter erupted from behind her, and she spun around, coming face to face with...

"Corvash! You son of a bitch!"

"Tsk tsk...that's no way to talk about Mother!" Corvash actually didn't give two fucks about their mother, but he loved to have sport with his baby sister.

Shayla fumed and spoke through gritted teeth. "Why are you here? Why are THEY here?!" She jerked her head toward the orc party that trudged along, oblivious of the sibling deities.

Corvash grinned broadly, his razor sharp teeth clearly framed between longer tusks at the corners of his mouth looked hideously frightening, and caused her to involuntarily shudder. He looked around in a surveying gaze. "It's a beautiful world you created. It was just missing a little...something..."

Shayla fought the urge to slap him. "Your monsters are not welcome here, and neither are you!" She glared at him. "Remove yourself from my domain, and take your green apes with you!"

Corvash laughed that ugly hissing laugh again. "No. I think they will stay here. They'll make this place more...interesting."

"Please, Corvash. I haven't even chosen a champion yet, and my children aren't strong enough to fight yours." Shayla pleaded with him.

"Ahh, to be a fledgling God again. Lacking wisdom, and so pure, innocent..." Her crimson eyes flashed hotly.

"I'm not so pure and innocent." She challenged.

"And don't I know it?" Corvash grinned knowingly. "Who else has seen the slutty things you do while you're alone?" He licked his lips slightly. "If you weren't such a goody goody, the things we could do...all the deliciously dirty things..."

"You're disgusting..."

Suddenly Kogar appeared. His aura of neutrality forced the siblings to back away from him and each other some distance. He moved to stand between them, his icy glare settling upon Corvash. "That's enough out of your foul mouth!"

Corvash sneered at his father, but said nothing.

"Not that she'd ever consider a rendezvous with you in the first place, but you know it's forbidden!" Kogar pointed off into space to a small brown planet. "You have a sister right there that you can make little monsters with!"

Now it was Corvash who appeared disgusted. "That Harpy?!" Corvash shifted his weight to his other foot. "I'd rather tear off my manhood, and shove it up my own backside!"

A cold smile crossed Kogar's features, but it failed to reach his eyes. "That can be arranged." Kogar warned.

Corvash noticeably swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. Unlike the other gods, Kogar could use any excuse he wanted, and send any of his children to the ether without even breaking a sweat, and nobody dared raise a hand to him, because it was said that should Kogar ever pass, all of creation would cease to exist.

Kogar looked to Shayla. "Your brother has rudely cut your time short. You must choose your champion soon, and prepare them." He looked to Corvash. "Build your forces, find your champion, and do as you will, but you are to only work through your champion from now on, and you may not have them engage her champion for no less than six moons."

He stepped away, then added. "And don't pester your sister again, or I'll obliterate you where I find you when you do."

Shayla gave Kogar a grateful smile. "Thanks, daddy."

Corvash harumphed and projected himself to his own planet, then Kogar gave Shayla a warm smile and a wink before projecting himself back to the ether gate.

"Why does Corvash have to be such a bully?" Shayla tried to understand her brother, but she just couldn't. He enjoyed plaguing the siblings of light, and even tempted the siblings of neutrality, but he never bothered the siblings of darkness.

Up until now, the others had left her well enough alone, but now that Corvash had started, Shayla was pretty much open game. She knew that, by the accord, the others weren't allowed to get involved, but she also knew that once everything started, even if her champion defeated Corvash' champion, she might get no respite from the other three.

Knowing what she had to do, she made her way to the portal her other brother had created. As she peered through, she was disappointed to discover that the portal stones on the other end were in ruin. Stonehenge was unusable. That was the closest one.

She panned out to find another. Again, she found the gateway near the Great Pyramid of Egypt was completely covered under millions of tons of sand.

Again she searched. The gateway of Atlantis was under hundreds of leagues of ocean. The gateway at the Aztec temple was overgrown and in ruin. The gateway of Easter Island was ruined.

Some idiots built a great wall over the one in China. The one in Russia was in the middle of a radiation zone. The gateway in Antarctica was under hundreds of feet of glacial ice. Same for the one in the Arctic Circle.

She looked for the one in the North American continent, but all she found was a grand canyon where the gateway once stood. She wanted to scream with frustration.

She only had one option now, and it would leave her in such a weakened state, that she'd be no more powerful than her shadow elves. Actually, they'd be more powerful than her, because although they weren't fighters, they were strong with magic.

She would use the portal here as a focal point to bring him here, but then he would be on his own to fend for himself.

She had observed the weapons and tools that the Aeryllian humans used. She noticed the architecture of their buildings. She quickly willed a small straw hut into being, filled it with useful items and clothes, then willed a beautiful falchion and longbow to match it.

Satisfied that he would have basic necessities, she bagan the process of pulling him through to this dimension...