Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Days before Pyris came back...

Her tone shifted in an instant—soft, almost coaxing, but laced with something absolute and unyielding. "Alexandra Elise," the Light Goddess said, her voice melodic, warm even, yet there was no mistaking the finality behind it. "Do you accept to be my Champion? Ah, but no... I don't think you have a choice."

With a graceful wave of her hand, light exploded around Alexa, engulfing her completely.

Radiant energy tightened, pressing down on her like a thousand invisible chains. It wasn't just light—it was raw, divine authority, trying to force her into submission, to crush her will, to break her very soul and bind it to the goddess's command.

Emberly's breath caught in her throat. This was it. This was what they had feared all along.

Then, out of nowhere, a voice sliced through the crushing brilliance, a whisper so faint it almost blended with the light itself. "Young Miss, repeat after me... quickly!" Mira's voice, calm but urgent, echoed in Alexa's mind. "This will save you, but... you won't survive it without consequences."

The pressure kept building, growing unbearable. The divine power wrapped tighter around Alexa, demanding surrender. But even through the suffocating light, Alexa's eyes narrowed with fierce resolve. She nodded, mind sharp despite the crushing weight. No fear.

No second-guessing. She raised her chin, meeting the goddess's blinding gaze with unwavering defiance—and spoke.

"I—Alexandra Elise. Child of neither heaven nor abyss. Bearer of my own will."

The words cut through the air like a blade. Something ancient stirred. The divine light cracked, fractures spidering through it like glass under strain. The Light Goddess flinched—not possible.

Alexa continued, her voice steady, guided by words that hadn't been spoken for millennia, words Mira whispered from a void so deep not even the gods could peer into it.

{By the first flame and the endless void,

By the silence that precedes creation,

No deity shall claim my name, no power shall bind my path.

I walk unshadowed by divine will,

For the Will Eternal and Endless themselves yield to my choice.

To command me is to fracture the cosmic weave.

To pursue me is to summon ruin in cosmic wrath.

Heed my path, for it is older than the gods themselves.

Turn away, lest your eternal divinity flicker and fade.}

The moment the final word left her lips, the entire room shifted. The Light Goddess's avatar faltered, her once-blinding brilliance dimming as though smothered by an unseen force. The radiant aura that had once filled the entire space now flickered weakly, struggling to hold form.

Blinding light fractured and dissolved, sparks vanishing into the air like dying embers.

The presence of the Light Goddess herself seemed to recoil, the overwhelming aura flickering, unstable. The divine light itself fractured like a shattered mirror, each crack radiating further as Alexa's final words echoed, binding themselves to reality.

"You—" the avatar's voice, once serene, now trembled with barely contained fury. "You dare invoke the Forbidden Oath?" The divine form rippled, her presence distorted, as though struggling to maintain its hold on this plane of reality.

"No... where... where did a kid like you even learn something like that?" Her presence rippled, her form distorting, collapsing in on itself as the ancient words bound her, severing her grasp on the mortal realm.

The divine light sputtered once more before vanishing completely, the last sparks of her power winking out like dying stars. Silence followed—heavy, absolute. The Light Goddess was gone.

But Alexa didn't see the victory fully. She couldn't. The last of her strength drained, her vision blurred, legs trembling before finally giving out beneath her. Her body crumpled, but before she hit the floor, Emberly was already there, catching her.

"Alexa!" Emberly's voice broke, shaking with panic as she clutched the girl tighter, feeling the unnatural chill seeping from her skin. "Where did you learn something like that, Alexa?" Emberly asked, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide with disbelief.

Not even she, who had dug through the ancient pasts and unearthed secrets long forgotten, had ever come across words with such terrifying weight.

Alexa's eyelids fluttered. Her voice was weak, a whisper barely audible. "It was Mira... mother-in-law... I can't... stand..." Then her body went limp in Emberly's arms.

In the heavy silence that followed, Mira stepped out from the void itself, her expression grim, but calm as ever. Her eyes swept over Alexa's pale, unconscious form, then she shook her head slowly.

"Take her to Anastasia," Mira said quietly, a finality in her tone that sent a chill down Emberly's spine. "She's the only one who might be able to undo this. No mortal can—not unless they're an elf."

But the truth was clear—waking up wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

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Anastasia walked in silence through the grand halls of the estate. Outside, the sun had long since dipped beyond the horizon, and the cold, pale light of the moon cast faint shadows across the towering stone archways.

In her hand, a small green orb pulsed softly with life, tendrils of golden energy swirling inside its glassy surface like caged lightning.

The energy felt alive, ancient even, but it never extended past her palm. She held it carefully, containing its power as though the very act of holding it demanded constant focus.

The estate was quiet, but not empty. Anastasia passed the hallways with their grand beauty without a second glance, her mind focused elsewhere.

Elsa wasn't with her. The young elf was still with Pyris in the forge, where they'd been working for hours. And Anastasia didn't intend to disturb them.

Finally, she reached her destination—the heart of her mother's chambers. A place few dared enter uninvited.

Without hesitation, she stepped into the room, pausing only long enough to glance at the heavy velvet drapes drawn tight against the windows. The air felt dense here, ancient wards woven deep into the foundation itself.

Taking a breath, Anastasia tapped the marble floor with her heel—once. Twice. Three times.

The effect was immediate.

A pulse of space mana rippled outward from the point of contact. Midnight hues bled across the marble, stretching into a perfect circle of shimmering void magic beneath her feet. For a heartbeat, the entire room felt weightless, the edges of reality folding inward—

And then she was gone.

Swallowed whole by the space.