Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

This depraved, stench filled revulsion was her.
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By the time the moon rose into the skies, Jade’s white gown was stained with a profuse brown-green color.
Her silver hair was matted with the same look and no one would dare enter even a five-meter radius of her.

What her father thought would cause her to cut off all ties had ended in her descending further.
An uncontrollable, irredeemable offense that ended with the life of an innocent old woman and the trauma of equally as innocent children.

The images changed once more.
Dyon now saw himself standing amid a forest of black flames.
His heart was darkened and his rage was unquenchable.
By the time he awoke from his anger, the orphanage he thought would stand a long time was burnt down to nothing but ash.

The scenes shifted.
Dyon suddenly saw himself with Jade wrapping her arms around him from the back, her chest firmly pressed against him.

~”You can take me if you want… but know you must take responsibility.
I’m not a match for your strength, and I won’t pretend to be.
You can force me to do whatever you like… but I’m willing to give myself to you to gain your favor, not as a toy for you to vent,” Jade’s eyes were resolute, but somehow also seductive.

Dyon’s eyes never wavered, staring directly into Jade’s, “Did you think I was a good guy right now? Take off your clothes.”~

Jade’s heart skipped a beat.
She confused her own self.
Didn’t she want to get away from him? Tell him about all the horrible things you did to his dreams! Her mind roared.
Isn’t that what you came here for? To kick him while he was down? To sever their relationship entirely?

Why did she feel guilty? Why did she care that his once pure eyes were filled with a murky anger? Why did she care that the young man who would never betray his love was suddenly asking her to strip?

That’s right.
She should record this and show it to that love of his.
Then she would never trust him again!

~Her dress slowly fell from her shoulders, filling Dyon’s eyes with what was nothing short of the body of a goddess.
Her breasts had a natural and alluring dip to them.
Her nipples were such a delicate and gentle shade of pink that it was almost an offense to touch them.
Her chest didn’t disappoint, bouncing lightly as Jade blushed furiously under Dyon’s gaze.

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Jade moaned as her face was lightly pressed against the wall and her breasts were gently fondled.

Jade blushed as she felt something drop to her ankles… she didn’t need to look to see what they were.
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Jade’s mind became muddled.
Isn’t this what she wanted? Wait, no, that was what the her from before wanted.

Hold on, was this really what the old her wanted? There was no love or care here.
He was treating her just like he treated Mithrandir, like a toy to be commanded.
So why did it feel so good?

~Suddenly, a raging tempest of Dyon’s celestial will and aurora flame blazed, as his hand invaded Jade’s delicate regions.

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