Sophia Demiurge
Special Chapter 8: A Gift for the Dictator of Time

Unlike the usual routine of debauchery of the newly titled goddess of creation as of the recent, Solomon, right now turned into Sophia, wearing the dress she's wearing as a female, something that she plans to be the trademark of the original form of the mother goddess of creation is sitting on her throne, in her hand is a pink-colored magic circle while in her arm rest is a dropper's worth of her blood as Solomon.

By her side, Eleanor, in a lab gown, is looking at the magic circle intently, her expression one of concentration as she holds blueprints from Sophia's wonderful mind. Indeed, right now, her wife's brain has again developed yet another wonder that the world will unfortunately never see. Eleanor gulped as she continued to stare at the circle before finally asking.

"Did you... copied a bloodline's ability?"

Sophia smiled and then shook her head as she continued to admire her latest creation, a creation that just came into being because of her conquest of women before she officially reside to the palace at the light of creation and solve the problem given to her by another creator, though now that Sophia knows and understands all the intricacies of the universe, particularly the true power system of Pentateuch, she can kind of understand where does the shock of Eleanor was coming from.

One must know that one of the knowledge that came crashing into her when she became a creator is the fact that weapon familiars are tied to the innate ability of a bloodline, if a bloodline have the ability to fly, then most probably, familiares of that bloodline will have flying-related abilities and if a bloodline doesn't have innate skills, then the legacy/job of the parents will affect the ability of the familiares.

Meaning what Sophia just did is apply the natural process of the world and make a spell out of it. However, Sophia knew her current limits (and of course wanted to surpass them in the future), so she shook her head.

"No, somehow, even if I'm the goddess of creation, I can only create a nerfed version of a bloodline's ability. So instead of this paper forming fumes of my pheromones, it's only a very potent aphrodisiac that can affect the goddess of creation herself."

Sophia grinned before injecting mana into the paper, causing the pink colored magic circle to emit a faint glow before spewing thick pink smoke. This pink smoke, as if auto-homing any woman as its target, split into two and invaded Sophia and Eleanor's skin.

"Oh...? Oh... Oh..."

Eleanor's body started to heat up; her curiosity was slowly being corroded by lust. The first queen of Kamatayan gritted her teeth and clenched her thighs. Soon, the smoke that's invading her pores made her crotch flood with her juices. Eleanor looked at Sophia; however, as she did, Eleanor's eyes widened.

"Oh... god... It's more potent than I thought..."

Sophia's left hand is clenching her armrest quite hard as she panted, strangely harder than Eleanor's. Her pants are so hard that her mouth lightly hung open while her tongue was seconds from lolling out without even the lightest of stimulation.

In the platform of the throne room is a puddle of her juices that soiled her black dress.

Sophia never thought that her female self would be so sensitive to an ability that Solomon can manifest. At first, she just wanted to try out what her women felt when she used Solomon's pheromones, but who would have thought that the proud new goddess of creation would be so weak in taking her own attacks?

Eleanor, whose lust has been glazing her eyes, smirked. Indeed, who would have thought that Sophia, as a woman, is so easily ensnared?

Bakunawa would surely take advantage of this; however, of course, Eleanor wouldn't let the opportunity to make Sophia moan slip past her hands. In one brisk move, Eleanor cast her lab gown aside, drawing Sophia's attention is a body with only a bra and panties as cover.

"Hey...! This is Unfai... Mhm... Mhhm..."

Sophia tried to push Eleanor away; however, Eleanor, the opportunist, immediately pushed her lips against Sophia, whose strength was syphoned by her own doing. In an instant, Sophia's ever-so-small resistance crumbled, and her mouth succumbed to the gentle exploration of Eleanor's tongue.

The two's gigantic breasts soon pressed against each other, making weird shapes while Eleanor took her wife's breath away. Sophia's increasingly muddling eyes looked at the paper in her hand.

She waved it around, causing air atoms to coagulate and change into that of 3 pieces of paper; in those papers is the replica of the culprit of her helpless entanglement with Eleanor. Sophia made the fourth dimension appear beside her hand and looked for Kampay, the guard of one of her most precious prisoners.

She then said, using one of her authorities as the creator: "This is a gift for the dictator of time. Be sure to let males put and activate it in her cell."

Sophia didn't bother with the command anymore, for finally, the ardent lips and tongue of Eleanor let go of hers, causing Sophia's tongue to lol out, looking at Eleanor, begging for attention that she now wanted because of the damned aphrodisiac.

"It seems like I would get to taste you before Bakunawa."

Eleanor smirked before using both of her hands to lift up the jammed breasts of her lover before sucking on both erect nipples.

"Ahh...!"

Sophia moaned helplessly, her immense pride slipping away slowly as she relished in the stimulation brought about by her supposedly gentle wife.

_It seems like she's right..._

Sophia thought, though right now, she's not really against such a thing.

And if she really thought about it, Bakunawa's reaction is something for her to anticipate.

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It has already been more than a week since the dictator of time's defeat in the hands of the now mother goddess of creation, Sophia, as well as her imprisonment.

And at such a short span, Eris Darkbringer was able to realize the brilliance of Sophia Demiurge's mind. Normally, or at least if one followed the basic common sense of mortals, someone, no matter how talented or how prodigious they are, will be unable to use all knowledge that a creator's mind and position will acquire, as well as the second-by-second update of all of what's happening to the whole universe. Even just the God of the Underworld's apotheosis made him sleep for years.

_They really planned Sophia for greatness..._

Eris Darkbringer thought, now bounded by the hands using a chain that's lodged in the ceiling of a cell, making her bound hands to perpetually be put upwards while she, for more than a week now is set to stand up while being bound by tight-fitting chains that seem to deactivate her error abilities, which is, in fact one of her yet again another question.

How the hell can Sophia nullify a concept she never dabbled in? Again, given that the damnable woman can sift through second-by-second updates of information if a star explodes, methods to do something about an error are something that should be given. Eris still, however, can't help but ask such a question, a question that morphed and snowballed into one single inquiry.

_How can I be so unlucky to have faced a goddess in anything but name..._

Eris was angry, to herself, to Sophia, and towards fate. Everyday, she asked this question, she just wanted revenge from the man who neglected her despite all of her efforts and abandoned her whole race when he have acquired the perfect Undeads, yet, right now, she's standing in a cell, waiting for Sophia to do anything she wanted to her, and according to the small rumors by the guards that's giving her food, Sophia was able to turn into a man, and that man has made someone called Momoiro, apparently someone angry of Sophia, or at least have estranged herself to the queen of undeads, into an obedient woman who sheepishly lets her grab her ass in public and coil tongues before Momoiro's departure.

Eris dreaded the day when it would be her turn. She doesn't know how she will resist, for the intercourse she has participated in for the sake of her damnable father's experiments is just a few minutes of milking. Eris never knew of sex that can change a person's perception of their partner to the point where they would basically become whores for them.

Eris doesn't want to see herself spiraling down such a path, yet of course, she knew that with her identity as the enemy of Sophia, her fate had been sealed the moment of her defeat.

And as the door of her cell creaked open, revealing three horse-faced men holding a double-sided tape and a pink-colored magic circle, Eris knew that the day of her eventual peril had been set.