In the vast hall where towering marble columns stretched endlessly toward a ceiling lost in ethereal mist, and intricate carvings of mythical beasts adorned the walls, a figure stirred from her slumber.

The blond woman awoke with a wide yawn, her arms stretching languidly above her head. Her form was nothing short of divine, skin glistening like dew-kissed pearls under an unseen light with her breast shape in perfect size and her nipples perfectly leaking divine essence like a waterfall, her long blonde hair cascading in waves that shimmered with an otherworldly glow, illuminating the entire chamber as if she were the sun itself rising from the horizon.

She blinked, her golden eyes fluttering open, but suddenly her expression shifted to one of surprise, as if an invisible thread had tugged at her soul. "Ah... what's this?" she muttered to herself, her voice soft and melodic, echoing faintly off the stone. "One of my daughters... she's in trouble?"

A translucent screen materialized before her, hovering in the air like a window to another realm. On it, a young woman, Lan Jia was displayed in a dire state. She was bound naked in the center of a dimly lit room, her body suspended by chains like a fresh cut of meat ready for the butcher's blade.

The goddess's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Oh, it's this one," she whispered, her tone laced with amusement. "My rebellious daughter. Always stirring up storms."

Her gaze shifted from the screen to the figure lying beside her, a grotesque, jelly-like mass that was once a man, now half-dissolved and oozing viscous fluids. His form quivered weakly, remnants of limbs and features barely discernible in the translucent slime.

The goddess's eyes lit up with an obsessed gleam, her divine beauty twisting into something fervent and unhinged. She leaned closer, her fingers trailing over the gelatinous surface. "Darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with honeyed madness, "should I help her? Hmm? Tell me, my love."

The dissolved man let out a faint gurgle, bubbles forming in his semi-liquid body, but no coherent words escaped.

She tilted her head, her blonde hair spilling like liquid gold over his form. "You see, she told me, oh, so defiantly that she would prove me wrong. She said it wasn't my influence that brought yandereism to the world. No, no... it was her own desire for that man of hers. Her obsession born from pure, untainted want." The goddess chuckled softly, a sound like tinkling bells mixed with something darker.

"Can you believe it, darling? She's trying to go against me. Against us. Should I help someone like that? Someone who challenges the very essence of what I am?"

Without waiting for a response, she lowered her head, her lips parting as she began to slurp up the oozing liquid seeping from his body. It was a revolting sight, her divine face pressed against the jelly, sucking greedily, the fluids dribbling down her chin in sticky trails.

She moaned in delight, her eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. "Mmm... so sweet, my eternal love. You taste like forbidden nectar."

This pitiful creature beside her was none other than the Creator God, the ancient being who had once bestowed blessings upon mortals and created the worlds. Now reduced to this quivering puddle, he could only twitch in agony, his essence slowly being consumed by her insatiable hunger.

Pulling back with a satisfied sigh, the goddess wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression serene once more. "It really is a liberating experience, isn't it, darling?" she murmured, tracing patterns in his gelatinous surface.

"When you don't have those other gods and goddesses muttering their rubbish in your ear. No more endless debates, no more judgments. Just you and me, in this quiet paradise. They don't have any influence on creation...we can do whatever we want. I'm sure Cosmos won't mind."

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly as a thought crossed her mind. "Now that I think about it... there are still dozens of them alive out there. I didn't want to bother with them before, but... isn't it tempting? To just... erase the last whispers so it can truly be you and me for the eternity?"

The Creator God managed a weak shudder, his form rippling like disturbed water. From deep within, a faint, raspy voice bubbled up: "Help... me..."

But the goddess merely yawned again, her body relaxing as she dismissed the idea. "Oh, but I don't want to leave my hubby alone. You'd miss me terribly, wouldn't you? All those lonely moments without my touch." She giggled, nestling back against him, her glistening body molding to his jelly-like mass.

He winced visibly, the pain etching invisible lines across his amorphous face, but she paid no heed.

As she settled in, her eyes drifted back to the screen, where Lan Jia struggled futilely against her bonds. The goddess's smile softened, a flicker of something almost maternal crossing her features. "Well... if she died now, she wouldn't be able to show her love, just like I do for you, my darling. Her obsession would fizzle out unfinished. And where's the fun in that? I suppose... I guess I'll help her."

With a lazy flick of her fingers, a soft snap echoed through the chamber. The air shimmered, and she whispered, "My angel daughter... please help my rebellious one." Another yawn escaped her lips, her eyelids growing heavy. "There. That should do it."

She curled up tighter against the Creator God, her blonde hair draping over him like a shining veil. "Sweet dreams, my love," she purred, ignoring his muffled pleas of "Help... me..." as she drifted back into slumber, the chamber's light dimming with her rest.

The screen flickered and vanished, leaving only the faint glow of her hair to illuminate the ancient halls. In that moment, the divine woman seemed at peace, her divine form a beacon in the shadows, while the world beyond churned with the consequences of her whim.

Yet, even in sleep, her mind wandered. "Darling," she mumbled drowsily, "do you remember when we first met? You were so powerful, so commanding and you had several other concubines. And now... you're all mine." Her fingers dipped into his jelly again, stirring lazily. "No one else gets to have you. Not those pesky mortals, not the other gods. Just me."

The Creator God bubbled faintly, his essence churning in silent torment. "Please... end this..."

But she only laughed in her half-sleep. "End it? Oh, no, my love. This is eternity. Our eternity." She slurped another droplet, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet. "Mmm... delicious. You know, I could help more of my daughters. Spread the yandere love far and wide. But why bother when I have you?"

***

The night sky over the Lan family's eastern district had turned the color of orange as if it was the golden hour.

Flames roared from roof to roof, leaping across narrow alleys like starving wolves. Smoke choked the air, thick and black, carrying the screams of people who had served the Lan clan for generations. This wasn't just a fire, this was annihilation.

Meiling's chenogasm was streaked with soot and someone else's blood. Her hair, usually tied in perfect elegance, hung in wild strands across her sweat-drenched face. She stood in the middle of the street, palms open, imperial qi pouring from her body in shimmering golden waves, trying to smother the inferno.

But the fire laughed at her. No matter how much qi she forced into it, the flames only grew taller, hungrier.

"Damn it!" she snarled, teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. "Why won't it die?!"

Behind her, a dozen Lan retainers, loyal aunts, sisters, and cousins who had once answered to her mother were dragging wounded civilians out of collapsing houses. An old woman clutched Meiling's sleeve, sobbing.

"Young Miss… the warehouses… everything is gone…"

"I know," Meiling answered through gritted teeth. "I know. Just keep moving!"

Another building exploded into sparks. The heat slapped her face like an open furnace. She could already imagine the result of this fire: the Lan family's wealth, influence, and reputation, centuries of careful building reduced to ash in a single night.

And then she heard it.

A single gunshot. Sharp. Close.

Time slowed.

The little girl Meiling had just pulled from a burning doorway, a child no older than nine, clutching a scorched doll jerked backward. A neat red hole appeared in the center of her forehead. For one impossible second the girl stayed on her feet, eyes wide, before she crumpled like a broken puppet.

Meiling's heart stopped.

"No…" The word left her throat as a cracked whisper.

She whipped around.

Marching through the wall of smoke and flame came eight women in skin-tight black bodysuits that gleamed like oil. Gas masks hid their faces, lenses glowing demonic red in the firelight. On their chests was the crest Meiling hated more than anything.

Traitors.

Semi-automatic rifles rose in perfect unison.

"Traitors!" Meiling screamed, voice raw with rage and grief.

The answer was a hail of bullets.

People around her fell, retainers who had babysat her when she was small, aunts who braided her hair, cousins who taught her sword forms. Blood sprayed across the cobblestones.

Meiling moved.

Golden imperial qi erupted from her body in radiant threads, invisible to normal eyes but stronger than steel cables. One thread snapped around the nearest traitor's torso, yanking the woman off her feet and slamming her into the ground.

"Bind!" Meiling roared.

The traitor struggled, unable to rise. The others hesitated for half a heartbeat.

Then another traitor flicked her wrist. A short, black-bladed dagger flashed. She slashed the air where the golden thread should have been and the invisible binding shattered like glass.

Meiling's eyes widened.

The freed traitor rolled to her feet, rifle already up.

"So it's not just jammers now," Meiling hissed, backing up a step. "You have anti-power weapons too."

"Kill them all.," one of the masked women said, voice muffled and cold. "The Lan family ends tonight."

They opened fire again.

Meiling dove behind a half-collapsed wall, bullets chewing the stone above her head. Sparks and rock dust rained down.

Her retainers were already dead or dying. The little girl's body lay in the open, doll still clutched in tiny arms.

Meiling pressed her back to the wall, chest heaving, tears cutting clean lines through the soot on her cheeks.

"Ren…" she whispered, clutching the jade pendant which had a strand of hair in it, a pubic hair. "I won't die here. I refuse. I still have to see you again… feel your warmth… tell you how much I want you children…"

Boots crunched closer. Rifle barrels appeared around the edge of her cover.

"Target located," one traitor called. "Finish her."

Meiling closed her eyes. Qi surged inside her, ready for one final, attack knowing it's do or die.

And then the sky screamed.

A sound like a thousand eagles being flayed alive tore through the night. Everyone traitors and Meiling alike looked up.

Something massive blotted out the moon. Wings, dozens of them, maybe hundreds unfurled across the heavens like a blooming flower made of white fire and molten gold. Each feather was a blade of pure light. The creature was too vast to comprehend, too beautiful to be real.

It opened its wings or what might have been wings.

Beams of pure white energy rained down.

One beam struck the street ten meters from Meiling. The cobblestones flashed white, then turned to glass, then to liquid. Three traitors caught in the edge of it didn't even have time to scream, their bodies melted mid-step, armor and flesh running together into steaming puddles that bubbled and popped.

Another beam carved a perfect circle through a row of houses, erasing them as cleanly as a knife through paper.

The remaining traitors forgot Meiling entirely. They turned and ran, firing uselessly into the sky.

"Command! Command! We have unidentified entity! Anti-power bullets are not working." one shrieked into her comm. "Request immediate—"

A beam took her from crown to boots. Nothing remained but boots, still standing, smoking gently.

Meiling fell backward, landing hard on her rear, mouth open in horror.

The creature hovered lower. Its wings didn't flap; they simply were, filling half the sky. Countless eyes, some gentle, some furious regarded the burning district below. Light poured from it, brighter than the fire, turning night into noon.

"What… in the heavens… is that?" Meiling breathed.