The Light bringer rose from his golden throne, and slowly made his way over to the captured prisoner that knelt before him. The prisoners bag, his transportation gift, swinging softly in the Lightbringers soft, perfectly manicured hands.

The God's bare skin radiated with heavenly light, made extra clear by the pure white toga he was wearing that left very little to the imagination. Toga, was a kind term for what was essentially a white sheet that moved diagonally across his chest once, and wrapped around his waist to form a skirt that was so short it barely covered his smooth, shaven legs.

Stopping in front of the prisoner, a man with flames in place of all of his body hair1, the Lightbringer tossed the bag onto the ground, scattering its contents across the floor. Countless gold coins poured from the small opening in the bag, covering the floor with more gold than could possibly fit in such a small bag, as just what was on the floor was more than quadruple the size of the actual container.

"You tried to buy yourself into my city, my kingdom of heaven, with these? I do not know if I should be insulted by your greed, or your stupidity. These coins might be pretty, but they are of no use here. They are of no civilisation that has ever existed, why make such poor forgeries?"

The Lightbringer crouched down, plucking one of the coins from the ground and raising it up in front of the fiery haired man, who looked at the coin with a mixture of fear and panic. But it seemed it was not fear that he would be killed, or at least that was not the main part of his fear, but that he would have his bounty taken from him.

"T-they aren't forgeries. I... I did make some, but it's not those ones! Those are the real deal! I uh... I got them from Ravenkeep, it's their new currency. I told you, I can give you information on them.

I'm valuable to you, but... you're right, that gold is worthless to you, So I should probably just take it back and..."

He reached out his hand, only to yelp in pain as a beam of scorching light shot from the Lightbringers eyes and bored into the back of that greedy mitt. He yanked his hand back, whimpering in pain and rubbing it softly as he looked up at his new God, all whilst trembling in fear.

The Lightbringer raised his eyebrow, looking at the coin in his hand again with a thoughtful gaze before a malicious smirk spread across his lips. Tossing the coin back onto the pile, a knight immediately scooped them all into the bag and lifted it from the ground at the simple snap of the Lightbringers fingers.

The fiery man looked relieved, only for the panic to set in once again when he saw his bounty of gold being whisked away into another room.

The Lightbringer strolled up to his throne and slid into it once more.

"I am a merciful God, and so I shall take your offering, no matter how it was gained, and forgive you for your most heinous sins. You were misled, deceived by a demon posing himself as a valiant ruler.

But now, you are here. You are forgiven, for now you have seen the Light. Show this man to his new home, he has earned the rest after his difficult journey.

The Knights either side of the kneeling man thumbed their hands against their chest in salute and bowed their heads, before hooking their arms under the mans and 'kindly' guiding him out to take him to his new home.

When he was gone, the Lightbringer gesture for one of his attendants to approach, a pretty young woman in a silk white dress that was almost as revealing as his own toga.

"Distribute the heretic gold to our inquisitors. It will help them infiltrate the demons lair, as well as buy the loyalty of those he has deceived into sin. I have no doubt they will be blinded by their greed."

The woman nodded, bowing her head and turned to leave, only to immediately halt in her tracks as she felt a tight grip around her wrist. The Lightbringer pulled her back towards him, keeping one hand around her wrist while the other explored her body.

He leaned close, his eyes trailing over her body as he eagerly fondled and groped it, despite the Knights and other attendants that were still in the room.

"Once you have finished with that, you can wait for me in my divine sanctum. I sense that there are some sins building up within you, deep within your heart, that must be cleansed with another seeding ceremony."

He made no secret of fondling her chest when he spoke of her 'heart' but the attendant didn't resist. She simply nodded her head, uttering her understanding as well as a soft 'Thank you, your greatness' before shuffling off into the same room as the gold had been taken.

The Lightbringer licked his lips as he watched her leave, very much enjoying the view. It was good to have fresh meat in his flock. He had his way with so many of the other women in his old flock, many of which were members of this new one. But they had become old, worn out... boring.

How any man could be content with the same sow to warm their bed, he had no idea. But it was clearly a life not befitting of a God. Perhaps it would be fine for a mortal, who would find themselves lucky to get a single woman, but a God? A God should have any and all they wish.

The Greeks had it right all along, there was always tales of their gods laying with and impregnating so many mortals, who were always so blessed by the fact a God chose them worthy of a good pounding.

These women should feel the same about getting the chance to lay with him. He was already looking forward to the 'seeding ceremony' with that tight piece of ass. She was young, fertile and firm. She also spent a lot of her time talking to the other attendants about her 'wonderful' boyfriend.

So, the Lightbringer thought it was just about time he reminded her that there should be no men before her God, and that there is only one who her body truly belongs to. Although... It would be a while before she could finish that job...

His eyes trailed around the room, looking over the other attendants he had filled his manor with, all of them the most beautiful women of his flock, and wondered which one deserved a 'seeding ceremony' to cleanse their sins the most. Ah, that one. She has very big sins. Very big indeed.

He licked his lips like a hungry wolf as he gestured for the girl to approach him, she could attend to him on his throne while he waited.

***

The flaming haired man was led through the hallways of the manor, Knights in dazzling armour sticking close to either side of him. They each had a hand on his arms, dragging him around the corners until they eventually stopped at a particular door. A thick, heavy door made of pure steel that seemed more suited for a bank vault.

One of the Knights took a set of keys from his belt, unlocking the door with a heavy 'clunk' before heaving it open. Then, without ceremony, they pushed the flaming haired man inside.

He let out a sharp yelp, his foot flying forwards to catch himself, only to find nothing but air beneath him. He tumbled forwards, eventually hitting something solid, only to bounce off and tumble further down. Bouncing and clattering down stone steps, he eventually came to a bloodied halt when his head hit against the stone floor of the manor's basement.

The guards followed him down, lifting his broken body from the ground and dragged him across the room. The man made prisoner only started to come to once more when cold, heavy shackles clanked around his wrists.

His arms held above his head, as he sat slumped against the cold stone wall of the basement, the flaming haired man looked up weakly as the guards left. When the door slammed shut behind them, the light left with them.

All that was left to pierce the darkness, was the small amount of light cast by his infernous body hair, as well as two golden orbs floating within the darkness in front of him. The orbs shifted and blotted out for less than a second. They were eyes, blinking.

Metal clattered and clinked against itself as the eyes drew closer, until a face pierced the veil of darkness and was bathed in the soft light that was cast by the flaming hair.

It was not a monster, like he expected he was being fed to, but a human man. He had pale, sunken and sickly looking skin that clung tight to his bones. Around his golden eyes, were deep black circles that almost looked like the hollow sockets of his skull.

His lips were dry and split open in places as he twisted them into a malicious smile, showing the rows of decrepit and yellowed teeth within his mouth like rows of tombstones in a long forgotten graveyard.

Shaggy blonde hair, matted with dirt, blood and god knows what else, hung in front of his face. It looked like it had been months since he had last cut it, and even longer since it had seen a wash.

It hung down, covering parts of his golden eyes, as well as his forehead. But as much as it covered, the flaming haired man was still able to make something out on the strangers forehead. Wicked scars marred his forehead, but not the work of a beast, as these scars formed letters. A single word had been carved into his forehead.

'TRAITOR'

The traitor1 let out a hoarse laugh, spittle dripping down his chin as he did so,

"Looks like they finally brought me some company. Tell me... What do you know of a one armed man?"

For a refresher on this individual, see chapter 217 "The Ravenkeep Job" and 220 "Prehistoric Upgrade"

For a refresher on this traitor, you'll need to scroll all the way back to chapter 74, "No gods or kings, Only man."