Tmkoc Sex Stories The Clash of Sins: Wrath vs. Sloth
The Clash of Sins: Wrath vs. Sloth
The firmament became a cosmic anvil where matter was forged and destroyed within the exact same microsecond.(¡¡¡TSUUUUU-PUMMMMMMMMMM!!!)
The meteor shower that Raina had summoned from the far reaches of the universe descended like a phalanx of dying suns, trailing wakes of crimson plasma that evaporated the clouds of psychic static in their path.
(¡¡¡VRRRR-BOOOOOMMMMM-ZSSS!!!)
However, in opposition, right in front of them, Lethe's web of vines did not retreat; instead, it tensed in the air like a spiderweb of continental proportions.
"... I hate this. I hate energy. I hate... that woman's existence. Her wrath... destroys my silence. It won't let me... sleep."
Thus, the thorns of rusted sapphire gleamed with a dull, necrotic flash just before the impact, ready to devour the earth's momentum with the absolute inertia of her sloth.
(¡¡¡DUMMMMM-SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!)
As a result, when both forces collided, the initial sound was not a conventional explosion, but a dull groan that made space-time vibrate.
"You have a fascinating impudence, useless creature. Complaints about your precious sleep? Someone who consumes the universe's air without contributing absolutely anything to existence... has no right to speak. Your mere apathy is an insult to my eyes."
In that manner, the incandescent meteors crashed into the obsidian biomass, and at the point of contact, thermodynamics simply ceased to function correctly.
"If you long for silence so much... I will grant you an eternal rest under the weight of a cataclysm. Let us see if your pathetic web of weeds can withstand the weight of my contempt. Die in silence, piece of scum."
The necrotic ivy did not burn; instead, it began to absorb the heat from the projectiles, degrading the kinetic and conceptual energy of Raina's attack, turning the masses of compressed magma into a grayish dust that trickled into the void.
"You were saying...?"
However, the sheer volume of Wrath's attack was staggering.
(¡¡¡KRAAAA-TAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!)
For every layer of vegetation that managed to wither and extinguish a meteor, three more pierced through the web due to pure telekinetic pressure.
"... That is what I should ask you."
The continuous impacts generated orange and violet flashes that tore through the bluish gloom of the Lethe, illuminating the impassive faces of the two sovereigns suspended in the middle of the storm.
(¡¡¡¡¡BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!)
But as the duel dragged on, Lethe's mere existence began to claim an absolute right over the environment.
"...Haaah. What an insufferable creature... So noisy."
She exerted no physical effort; her eyes remained half-closed with an unshakeable lethargy, yet her presence was a law unto itself.
"You speak of... wasting the universe's... air. But you... waste so much saliva... so much energy... screaming at the void. How pathetic. What a... waste of existence."
Like an automatic response from the universe to the "noise" of combat, the ground of the artificial island and the fragments floating in the abyss began to bulge uncontrollably.
(¡¡¡SHRRRR-SHRRRR-SHRRRR-SHRRRR!!!)
And immediately after, millions of new, degraded thorns sprouted directly from the cracks in space, intertwining with one another at speeds that defied perception.
"You say I have no right to speak... How amusing. Coming from someone... who only knows how to throw stellar tantrums... because she cannot handle her own emotions. You are like a crying... baby... throwing rocks from the sky. A rabid bitch... who needs to be put to sleep. How unpleasant... how vulgar."
The original web multiplied, expanding in every direction like a geometric tumor that devoured the remaining light.
"Your contempt... weighs so little. Just like your attacks. If this is... all your precious fury can do... I pity you. How exhausting... having to deal with someone so shallow. Shut up already... and let me... go back to my sleep."
The necrotic blue of her aura began to coat the sky completely, suffocating the few clear openings left in the firmament and creating a vault of thorns that threatened to bury everything in a cold, eternal slumber.
"Well, well... Look at you. Who would have thought that mouth full of cobwebs could spin such... complex sentences. Congratulations on the effort, scum. Should I applaud you for managing to articulate words without fainting from exhaustion?"
But on the other half of the board, the scale refused to tip.
(¡¡¡FSHHH-ZASSS-ZASSS-ZASSS-ZASSS!!!)
Raina, floating at the absolute highest point of the firmament, feeling how the environment was becoming saturated with an unprecedented psychic agitation, gleamed with ever-increasing intensity.
"But don't get ahead of yourself, piece of useless garbage."
She fed more and more on the fury leaking from every agonizing consciousness in that world and beyond.
(¡¡¡WWUUUUOOOMMM—...—KR-KR-KRRIIIIIIIIII!!!)
Thanks to that, that entire mass of feelings of injustice, resentment, panic, and justified anger in the face of the horror of the apocalypse acted as a gigantic, continuous, and limitless flow of energy that flowed directly into her being, absorbed and channeled instantaneously.
"Calling me a rabid bitch...? Are you underestimating me?!"
Her power was not only restored, but it began to increase exponentially, responding to the growth of the ivy with a destructive vitality that made her aura crackle with a solar intensity.
(¡¡¡CRRRRAAAAAKKKK-BOOOOOOMMMM!!!)
The crimson of her eyes grew so bright that two beams of pure psionic light pierced through the darkness of the Lethe, while the halberd {KATA-STROPHÉ EUDOKIA} vibrated in her left hand, feeding on the boundless surge of energy from its wielder.
(¡¡¡KRAAA-SHHHH-BOOOOOOMMMM!!!)
However, the shower of projectiles that managed to overcome the necrotic barrier plummeted toward the surface with the force of an apocalyptic judgment; upon impacting the earth's crust, they generated eruptions of burning debris, tearing open perfect craters that devoured and razed everything in their path.
(¡¡¡SHRRRRRR-VROOOOM-KRRRR!!!)
And at the same time, in a chilling contrast, Lethe's vines advanced across the surface in parallel, like a silent but relentless vegetative tide.
Those vines did not need to strike to destroy; for their mere presence drained the entropy from objects.
(¡Zsssshhhhh~!)
Upon coming into contact with the scorching ruins, the reinforced metal and concrete instantly discolored, losing their molecular cohesion until they crumbled into a grayish, sterile dust.
(¡¡Ggrrraaaashhh!!)
And that dust was immediately absorbed by the necrotic roots as conceptual nutrients, causing the rusted sapphire ivy to expand with an even more aggressive and overwhelming speed, claiming more than just the space it degraded.
(¡¡¡¡¡ZHYYYYYYYY-TSUUUUUUUU!!!!!)
As a result, from the dying ground, colossal columns of thorns suddenly rose toward the firmament, twisting like living spears that sought to pierce the epicenter of the crimson light.
"Tsk!"
Thanks to that, the ivies shot out in angular, precise trajectories, weaving a web of direct confinement around Raina, who, suspended in midair, was forced to react with lightning speed to evade them.
(¡¡¡FWOOOOOOSH-FSHHHH!!!)
Moving in fluid, ascending trajectories, she evaded the obsidian tips by millimeters, leaving behind wakes of plasma that severed the secondary branches attempting to ensnare her limbs.
"An existence that only serves to get in the way!"
At the same time, while moving with lethal grace, Raina tightened her left hand around the shaft of her weapon, adopting a perfect, downward combat stance, concentrating the entire flow of massive wrath that she continued to absorb from the multiverse.
"... Insufferable... Someone who only knows how to... destroy her surroundings..."
But in response, the ivy lunged around Lethe like a defensive cocoon, which in parallel fired thorns as offensive projectiles.
(¡¡¡SHRRRR-SHRRRR-SHRRRR-SHRRRR!!!)
Due to that, the air was filled with the deafening whistle of the rusted sapphire projectiles crashing against the very spatial existence of the air, propagating the fragmentation even further.
(¡¡¡¡¡RATATATATATATATATA-BOOMMM!!!!!)
But in the middle of that shrapnel storm, Raina...
(¡Zash! ¡Zash! ¡Zash!)
... Accelerated more and more.
(¡BOOOM-BOOOM-BOOOM!)
Las weapons of the Seven Demon Ladies of Sin acted as an absolute existential complement to their wielders.
(¡¡Rat-tat-tat-tat-shhh!!)
And among them, {KATA-STROPHÉ EUDOKIA}, the weapon of Wrath, was made to condense the pure concept of destruction.
(¡¡STUUUUU-SHHHH!!)
Its nature was cumulative and exponential; every strike and every slash she executed doubled the power of the previous one.
"Vanish!"
It was a destructive power that never ceased to grow as long as she kept moving, feeding on its own violent inertia.
(¡¡¡¡¡KRAAAA-SHWWWWWIIIIINNNNGG-KRAK!!!!!)
As a result, with the multiplier of her halberd ignited by the fury of the worlds, Raina unleashed a downward slash that tore the very fabric of reality.
(¡¡¡¡¡PUUUUUUMMMMM-CHRONNNNNG!!!!!)
Consequently, the edge imbued with kinetic plasma cleanly sliced through the defensive cocoon, reaming through the layers of ivy as if they were withered silk.
"... How?"
Thus, the cut continued its trajectory without losing any momentum and tore directly through Lethe's body, splitting it in two along a perfect line of destructive energy.
"Is that all? Your ridiculous garden withers at a mere glance."
However, for a being whose existence was conceptually linked to every fiber of the vegetation covering the world, the two suspended halves of Sloth did not even spill blood, floating in the air as the roots began to churn.
"... This is... enough... to strangle your stupid arrogance."
From the severed edges of her flesh, no blood spilled; instead, a thick torrent of necrotic vines emerged from both halves like living fibers.
"... You truly are like a parasite."
With a fluid and viscous nature, the vegetation intertwined in midair, pulling both halves back together instantaneously.
"An unbalanced... creature like you... Is in no position... To say that."
Within seconds, her silhouette returned to normal, completely unharmed and without a single mark from the destructive slash.
(¡¡¡¡¡FSHHHHH-SHRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!)
And at the exact instant her anatomy closed up, an omnidirectional mass of rusted sapphire branches erupted from her position, deploying like thousands of gigantic whips that converged simultaneously upon Raina.
(¡¡¡¡¡KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA-KRA-SHING!!!!!)
Id est, Raina reacted immediately, spinning {KATA-STROPHÉ EUDOKIA} at supersonic speed, creating a toroidal shield of kinetic plasma that sliced and disintegrated every vine entering its range.
"I will beat that sleepy look right off your face..."
Immediately after, using the very impact force of the slashes to generate momentum, Raina propelled herself into a violent retreat, sweeping through the air backward to gain distance.
(¡¡¡¡¡¡¡BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM-KR-KR-KRAK!!!!!!!)
Thus achieving a last-millisecond evasion.
"What a nuisance... I just want... you to let me... sleep."
Right in the space Raina had just abandoned, a colossal wall of reinforced vines emerged directly from the ground like an iceberg of thorns, rising hundreds of meters in a fraction of a second with the intent to impale her, generating a dull blast that rumbled through the air.
(¡¡¡TSUUUUU-PUMMMMM-FZFFT!!!)
Thus, the battlefield became a whirlpool of destructive explosions where the burning magma of the residual meteors kept raining down and crashing against the decomposing vegetation, kicking up clouds of soot and violet sparks.
"..."
However, floating upon her throne of thorns, Lethe subtly lowered her gaze and looked at the palm of her right hand.
(What... did she do...?)
Her eyes, previously completely dull, showed a flicker of strangeness.
(... That... hurt me...)
She could remember with perfect clarity the physical and conceptual sensation of the slash she had just received; the edge of the halberd not only possessed the power to split her, but the weapon's vibration transmitted a weight that doubled aberrantly with every millimeter of its trajectory.
(How... how is it possible for that weapon to accumulate such a level of distortion...?)
Because of that, Sloth contemplated the crimson firmament, analyzing the nature of her enemy's tool.
(... To face that... I...)
Those characteristic weapons that identified the Seven Demon Ladies of Sin, which acted as a complement to their power, were not biological extensions born alongside them; instead, they had been forged.
"... I wonder."
Lethe slowly closed her fist, feeling the friction of the necrotic bark against her porcelain skin, only to extend her fingers once more into the foul air.
(Could it be... that I can do it too...?)
It was at that exact instant that Sloth understood how to evolve....