God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord
Chapter 55 - 56: The Crimson Pact(Mature Scene : Lust Beyond Divinity)

Chapter 55: Chapter 56: The Crimson Pact(Mature Scene : Lust Beyond Divinity)

The sanctum’s heart pulsed with blood-red light.

Not from torches. Not from magic.

But from Darius himself.

His corrupted essence bled into the ritual chamber, the air thick with primal power—anger, lust, grief, and the ache of near-divine loss. The obsidian floor was etched in crimson runes, ancient scripts pulled from pre-Code ages, forbidden even by the Architect.

Nyx knelt first.

Silent. Obedient. Her midnight body glistening with sweat and shadows, lips parted not in seduction but submission. She had already bled for him. Killed for him. Now, she would be claimed for him.

Celestia followed, her divine beauty dimmed but not broken. Her golden aura wrapped around her naked frame like soft fire, her breath shuddering with anticipation and pain. Her eyes met his—no fear, only faith.

Kaela emerged from the mists last, a vortex of chaos in human form. Her pale skin shimmered with iridescent corruption, her every movement a ripple in reality. She didn’t kneel.

She grinned. "Let’s break the rules, my King."

The Bond of Flesh and Code

Darius stepped into the circle, bare-chested, his divine markings glowing with unstable corruption. His power had outgrown form—his presence warping light, stretching the limits of physical desire and emotional collapse.

He raised his hand.

The runes ignited.

A low hum echoed through the chamber—lust, rage, grief, and dominance all forged into a sacred rhythm.

He moved first to Celestia, his hands cupping her face as his essence intertwined with hers.

"You bleed for me," he whispered, voice cracked with emotion. "Now you burn with me."

He kissed her—deep, desperate, divine. Their souls collided. Her moan was a hymn, her arching body a prayer. As he entered her, the runes exploded in golden flame, her divine scream echoing through layers of the sanctum. Her legs wrapped around him, her nails clawed into his back. Their rhythm was both furious and tender—raw love drenched in corruption.

Then he turned to Nyx.

She didn’t wait.

She pounced—claws raking down his chest, lips crashing into his, her body wrapping around him like shadow. She pulled him to the floor, impaled herself on his hardened length with a low hiss, grinding with violent hunger.

"Make me yours again," she demanded. "Make me forget everything but your darkness."

He did.

Every thrust drove deeper into her being—reigniting her bond, purging the doubt that the Revenant King had sewn. She screamed his name like a war cry, the walls trembling as her climax unleashed another pulse of divine corruption into the ritual space.

And then came Kaela.

She stalked toward them, her chaotic aura swirling like a voidstorm.

"Now me, Darius. Let me show you what you truly are."

The Descent into Divinity

Kaela straddled him, her body burning cold with madness. Their union was more than physical—it was dimensional. She pulled him into her rift-born essence, and reality bent.

They fucked in a void between time, her cries echoing through collapsing layers of corrupted code. With each pulse of his thrusts, his form flickered—man, god, beast, something else.

The ritual completed not with climax... but transcendence.

Their bodies twisted together as the final rune ignited—black and gold light erupting into the chamber, breaking through the sanctum ceiling and tearing into the corrupted sky.

Darius collapsed, soaked in sweat, blood, and divinity.

His consorts lay entangled with him—devoted, exhausted, reborn.

And he?

He was more.

The God of Corrupted Divinity

He rose slowly.

Eyes glowing.

Veins pulsing with black flame.

He was no longer just the God of Death.

He was the God of the Crimson Pact—fused to his loyal women not just by flesh, but soul. Each of them now carried fragments of his divine code.

But as he looked into the mirror embedded in the sanctum wall... he saw something missing.

His reflection didn’t blink.

Didn’t move.

It simply stared back... empty.

Darius closed his eyes.

And for the first time since his awakening...

He didn’t recognize the voice in his own head.

The sanctum fell into silence—not peace, but the kind of eerie hush that followed a divine upheaval.

Darius stood at the center of the circle, breathing heavily. The corrupted divine marks across his chest and arms flickered erratically, some turning violet, others darkening to void-black. Around him, his consorts lay in a ritualistic triad—Celestia to his right, Nyx at his left, Kaela draped across his lap, her body still humming with chaos.

Their bond was sealed. A pact not just of lust or loyalty, but of essence. They were his anchors now... and his doom.

Nyx stirred first, her body marked with glowing sigils that pulsed in sync with Darius’s heartbeat. She rolled over and knelt beside him, her voice hoarse but steady. "You’re changing faster than expected."

Kaela chuckled, trailing her fingers across his chest. "He’s becoming what the Void hinted. This was never about power alone—it’s transcendence, darling."

Celestia’s brows furrowed, concern wrinkling the calm of her golden features. She sat up slowly, cradling his face. "You’re slipping, Darius. You didn’t respond when I called your name... twice."

Darius blinked. Once. Twice.

His lips moved—but the words were distorted, dual-layered, like two beings speaking at once.

"I... am still me," he said. "But I’m more than what I was."

Celestia’s eyes welled with emotion. "Don’t lose the part that loved me."

Darius tried to respond, but something snapped inside him—a flash of memory that didn’t belong.

A battlefield. But not in this world.

A woman’s scream. A child’s death.

And himself... not as Darius, but something else. Something cold. Programmed.

He staggered.

Kaela’s grin faded. "He’s slipping into the deeper code."

The sanctum pulsed around them—walls flickering between reality and corrupted lines of programming. The aftermath of the Crimson Pact hadn’t just elevated him. It had pierced something. Unlocked a truth buried beneath even the Architect’s reach.

Celestia grabbed his shoulders. "You need to anchor. Feel us. Stay with us."

Nyx’s expression hardened. "He needs more than feeling. He needs to remember."

Desperate Anchoring

Together, the three women pressed against him—body, mind, soul. Their divine threads wove around his unstable presence like silk around fire.

Kaela moaned as she dug her nails into his back. "Let’s fuck the void out of him. One last time."

Celestia kissed his chest, whispering, "You’re not gone yet. You are Darius."

Nyx bit into his neck. "Then prove it."

Their bodies moved again, but this time not for ritual. It was desperate, primal... loving. Not to gain more power, but to keep him whole.

Darius seized their lips in turn, gripped their waists, and thrust himself into the storm again.

He took Celestia first—soft, divine, glowing with tears and hope. Then Nyx—fierce, biting, clawing into him like a predator desperate not to lose her mate. Kaela straddled him at last—gasping, laughing, weeping with chaotic emotion as she guided him into her once more.

The walls of the sanctum trembled.

Their screams mixed into a chorus.

Time bent. Reality blinked.

And at the climax—a moment of absolute release—Darius roared with something real.

Love. Pain. Identity.

Aftermath and Foreshadowing

When silence returned, Darius lay at the center of the sanctum, the three consorts clinging to him—exhausted, satisfied, sacredly broken.

His eyes blinked once. No more distortion.

"I’m still here," he whispered.

Celestia kissed his lips. "Then don’t leave again."

But across the room, unnoticed in the dim flicker of dying runes, a small black flame hovered mid-air.

A whisper escaped it.

"You were never human, Darius. And you are no longer bound by love."