My God domain is the endless abyss Chapter 79: Of Slot and Lust

"He is prepared to send his own creations to the front lines to combat the Zerg."

Upon hearing this, Peter let out a cold laugh.

He leaned back, placing his boots on the edge of the ornate table, his features contorted in disdain.

"Assist us?"

"I am intimately familiar with these minor deities!"

"How could those greedy, feeble parasites possibly desire collaboration?"

"If my intuition serves me correctly, this one merely seeks a pretext to approach Heaven's Mountain."

"Should we accept his conditions, he would likely dispatch a token force, then feign fulfillment of his obligation."

Peter gestured dismissively, feigning disgust.

"All those lesser gods who pledged assistance previously greeted us with smiles, only to vanish the moment adversity struck."

He chuckled drily. "Indeed, that reminds me of a jest. Maeve, would you care to hear it?"

Maeve’s expression remained as frigid as ever.

"I have no interest."

Peter sighed, shaking his head with an exaggerated display of helplessness.

"In any case, this individual harbors no desire to aid Heaven's Mountain. Maeve, convey my refusal to him."

"Heaven's Mountain is not a venue for just anyone to... huh?"

He faltered mid-declaration as Maeve presented him with the data Adeline had compiled.

The documents contained vivid projections, detailing the demons' engagements against the Zerg.

Peter’s eyes narrowed as he absorbed the contents of the files.

While the demons were demonstrably at a disadvantage against the insectoid legions, the disparity was not as pronounced as anticipated. Even more astonishingly, when the Zerg unleashed a phalanx of legendary-tier creatures, the demons adapted, even securing an advantage in specific confrontations.

Naturally, that superiority was transient, existing only when both sides were evenly matched. Once the Zerg surged forth in overwhelming numbers, the demons were still pushed towards annihilation. Nevertheless, even this level of resistance was sufficient to capture Peter’s attention.

"These repulsive beings... are they the creations of that lesser deity?" Peter’s brow furrowed deeply.

Their forms struck him as abhorrent, their bodies contorted and grotesque. The sight evoked his utter contempt.

And yet... their combat prowess could not be disputed.

Despite a lack of conventional tactics, the berserk demons fought with ferocity, capable of engaging the Zerg monstrosities in brutal close-quarters combat.

To Peter, they were not prospective soldiers, but rather a potential resource.

If Heaven's Mountain could harness their strength and numbers, perhaps entire battlefronts could be reshaped.

Maeve spoke again, her tone measured and devoid of emotion.

"Precisely. They are the creations of that deity. Beyond the combat footage, we have also acquired their biological parameters."

"The attributes of these creatures surpass those of most of our bio-warriors. The sincerity demonstrated by this deity, in dispatching his own army, does not appear to be a fabrication."

She paused, then added,

"If utilized effectively, these beings could significantly reduce our losses and accelerate the Zerg’s demise."

Peter’s gaze remained fixed upon the data in contemplative silence.

"Perhaps," he finally murmured, "but I do not trust him. He must be concealing something."

Maeve’s tone remained unwavering.

"All deities possess flaws. However, there is one attribute common to all gods: their cunning. Each believes themselves to be intellectually superior by several steps."

Peter’s lips twisted into a sneer. "Precisely."

Maeve continued, "And yet, this deity presented an additional stipulation."

Peter looked up. "What form did this request take?"

"He stated that in exchange for deploying his forces, he would require resources. His world, prior to its engulfment by the Zerg, had recently achieved the conquest of a secret realm. It is currently experiencing a deficit in resources."

Peter’s eyes narrowed. "What quantity of resources is he demanding?"

Maeve disclosed the specified amount.

Peter nearly leaped from his seat.

"Utterly preposterous!"

Maeve continued,

"He indicated that these resources would be utilized to cultivate Zerg units for the express purpose of combating the Zerg themselves."

She then added, "If we harbor reservations, he is amenable to dispatching his army first. Upon confirmation of their efficacy, he will await the resources before deploying further forces."

Peter pressed his thumb against his chin, engrossed in contemplation.

"So, his primary objective is resources... ultimately, no one offers assistance without expecting something in return."

His voice lowered. "However... if it is merely resources, perhaps we can accommodate that."

Ultimately, Peter conceded to Cillian’s proposal with considerable reluctance.

Yet, his inherent distrust persisted. He restricted Cillian’s demons to a select few designated battlefields, subjecting them to rigorous surveillance.

When Adeline delivered the news, Cillian simply offered a smile and a nod.

Resources were never his true objective.

All he required was authorization, official sanction for his forces to infiltrate the domains of the Heavenly Army.

With this accord finalized, the tendrils of the Endless Abyss began their outward expansion.

——————x——————

Under the endorsement of Heaven's Mountain, the abyssal darkness extended its influence into every nascent corner of the multiverse.

Innumerable legions of demons, their fanged grins stark, swarmed onto their designated battlegrounds. Their existence knew no greater purpose than slaughter. However, this time, their master had issued a directive of a higher caliber: they were to contaminate the very genesis of this young multiverse, scattering seeds of blight and ruin wherever their path led. Simultaneously, they were to subtly corrupt the hearts of their newfound allies, the vaunted warriors of Heaven’s Mountain. Within those hallowed formations, the demons would sow seeds of transgression, whispering corrosive doubts into fatigued minds and etching fissures into their pristine order. Above the somber, darkened expanse of the Abyss, Cillian stood sentinel with Angel Adeline, observing as his formidable armies disappeared into the rifts of conflict. A subtle smile touched his lips. Aided by the Heavenly Army, legions of demons descended upon the front lines, engaging the Zerg across the ever-expanding theaters of war. Yet, such grand maneuvers could not be executed instantaneously. Even with celestial backing, it required weeks for the Abyssal forces to fully occupy their assigned positions. After all, the current battlefield spanned an entire nascent multiverse, a conflict waged on a scale that transcended mortal apprehension. For Cillian, this marked his inaugural observation of such a war unfolding within tangible reality, a conflict where the demise of a world registered merely as a fleeting tremor in the infinite expanse. Time itself seemed to compress for all involved; though the struggle had endured for years, those ensnared within its grasp no longer perceived its passage. Their existence had devolved into an indistinguishable sequence of unrelenting combat, fiery detonations, and oppressive silence between cataclysmic tempests. Amidst this maelstrom, however, one entity began to wholly forfeit her perception of time: the angel Adeline. Recently, she had sensed an unsettling anomaly. ——————x—————— "Esteemed angel, our next objective involves an alliance with the Forty-Second Demon Legion, proceeding towards designated position XR788." Within the meticulously organized command bridge of her flagship, Adeline remained utterly still upon her throne-like seat, her gaze unfocused. Addressing her was the field commander of the Heavenly Army, delivering a comprehensive briefing on the unfolding situation at the front. "We have completed comprehensive reconnaissance of the XR788 sector," he affirmed, his fingers tapping the adjacent screen. "Kindly direct your attention here—" The display illuminated, revealing a horrifying tableau. Countless colossal maternal insects writhed in grotesque fashion, their distended abdomens pulsing rhythmically as they birthed streams of uniformly gray-patterned eggs. Each individual egg emanated a faint, peculiar sheen with an iridescent gradient. Within them, larvae writhed and developed with unnatural speed. Merely minutes after being transported by worker drones, the eggs hatched, disgorging perfect duplicates of their predecessors. These newborn larvae were promptly immersed in nutrient vats meticulously constructed by the Zerg, vast, viscous reservoirs brimming with potent organic fluids. Once submerged, the larvae deployed diminutive tendrils from either flank of their bodies, anchoring themselves to the vat's interior and systematically draining every last drop of nutrient fluid until nothing remained. They absorbed, not consumed in the conventional sense. The Zerg's evolutionary trajectory had long since discarded primitive digestive processes; they "ingested" solely through an unyielding pursuit of efficiency. Those demonstrating minimal absorption transitioned into worker castes or frontline combatants. Larvae that absorbed more extensively matured into synapse-controlling brain worms or specialized evolving larvae. And those that assimilated colossal quantities, their very forms beginning to crystallize, ascended to become the apex of Zerg existence. These colossal beings dwarfed legendary-tier adversaries and even demigods in sheer power, orchestrating the swarm with the terrifying precision of living cataclysms. "Your Excellency," the commander continued, his voice taut with unwavering concentration, "you will observe behind position XR788 the presence of numerous mature queen insects. They constitute our primary target. They are propagating at a rate of hundreds of eggs per second, instantaneously replacing any fallen Zerg unit. If we can eradicate this nexus of reproduction, we will significantly alleviate the overwhelming pressure on several critical war zones." He proceeded to elaborate on intricate tactical deployments, detailing how the demonic forces could be strategically employed as expendable vanguard units to absorb the initial onslaught of the enemy. Regardless of their inherent ferocity, in his estimation, the demons were nothing more than expendable material. For the Heavenly Army, inherent status dictated worth far more profoundly than martial prowess. However, as the commander’s discourse progressed, his pronouncements began to falter. An inexplicable disturbance was occurring. The angel seated before him was no longer attending to his report. Adeline’s eyelids were partially lowered, her chin gently cradled in her palm. The edges of her lips upturned in a subtle, almost affectionate smile. And then… a soft, sonorous sound emanated from her. "...snore..." The commander froze, caught in a state of suspended animation, uncertain whether to exhale. He dared not utter a sound, dared not harbor a thought. His social standing was immeasurably inferior to hers. From his earliest indoctrination, he had been taught that angelic beings were not to be subjected to questioning. Yet, as Adeline's tranquil snores persisted, a grimace began to contort his features. He cleared his throat with deliberate awkwardness. "Cough—cough!" Adeline's eyes snapped open abruptly.

"Ah! I wasn't asleep! Please, continue!" she blurted, her expression stiffening as the commander bowed low to hide his discomfort.

As he resumed the report, Adeline pressed her fingers to her temple, her thoughts spinning.

What's happening to me?

She could feel it clearly, her discipline was slipping. Her divine focus, and her perfect composure were beginning to drop off.

"I've never been this... lazy," she thought, shocked. "I can't even stay awake during a tactical briefing. That's unthinkable for an angel of Heaven's Mountain!"

She discreetly pinched her thigh beneath the armor, trying to wake herself. The sting helped, but only barely.

And then, her mind froze.

"Wait... what was I dreaming about?"

Her face paled, her wings twitched, and a panic rippled through her.

"Oh no... Adeline, you didn't... you couldn't have..."

She remembered flashes of warmth, the touch of darkness curling around her like a lover's breath. A place without light or form. A whisper that had no voice but filled her entirely, and pleasure that had her body melt.

Her hands trembled. She waved hurriedly at the commander. "The battle plan is approved. Proceed as discussed. You may go."

The commander hesitated, saluted, and left without a word.

When the door closed, silence filled the bridge.

Adeline pressed both hands against her chest, her breath unsteady.

Angels did dream, but their dreams were sacred reflections of their inner purity. Visions of divine light, of teaching, of creation.

But Adeline's dream was nothing like the sacred visions angels were meant to have. She found herself in a vast, lightless void, wrapped in swirling black mist that seemed alive. Within that suffocating darkness, she felt something forbidden, an overwhelming, intoxicating pleasure that made her wings tremble.