Walking Disasters and Me-Prologue
A rumbling cloud broils over the world it is meant to govern. Arcs of prismatic lightning fill the space in-between massive, ichor filled puffs of death. While mortals scream from below, asking what can they do to appease the heavens or cower in fear, the few Immortals of this plane take notice and cast their eyes to the turbulence. The swirling energies of the clouds blossom to a crescendo of anger and spite, as lightning bolts, faster than the speed of light of which they share name sake with hit a figure in a beautiful golden dome that suddenly appears. Echoes of the impact shake the world below, trees are shorn of foliage and flattened in a 500 mile radius of an impact site where the golden dome looks to make landfall. The wind and pressure from this violent outburst of providence shatters any town or mortals close to them.. but luckily this event is happening in the country side where only beasts and demons play and are subject to the destruction.
Bolt after bolt, in a machine gun fire of synchronicity, arc down to annihilate the invader. This tear in the fabric of space and time. But, for all of Heaven's power and spite, the golden dome continues its journey to the floor of the world it sees itself in. Those dark clouds gather ominously, as if deciding on whether shattering the Heavens here is preferable to allowing this upstart to take root in a world under its protection. And control.
But as soon as the golden dome touches down onto the soft earth, the figure appears from inside. In a fetal position, with arms tucked under the chin and knees pulled inwards toward the face, is a beautiful, young human creature. Judging by appearance, their form could be said to look as though they were merely 20 years old. If standing, they would be approximately 5 foot 10 inches tall, with burning red hair falling below the shoulders. Even in this cowered form, the figure has the body of a seductress. Her chest is a divine treasure, easily enveloping a man's hand but seemingly her stature doesn't suffer. Her toned stomach and arms accentuate the beauty, with soft and powerful muscles hidden under a thin layer of comforting fat to ease any who view them. The hips, begging not to be outdone, are another matter. Creating the perfect hourglass figure, they flare out with meat as the ass, while firm and having a majority of muscle, is plump enough to suffocate a hand were it to be placed there.
The figure rouses shakily from its ordeal, the golden energies of Heaven's failed attempt at control feeding into her. As she glows briefly with the energies, she begins to stand, placing a shaky hand on the ground as well as her knee as she turns over. A couple of deep breaths emerge from her, as her eyes flutter open to view not only herself, but the new plane she has found herself in. Eyes with the color of the deepest ocean would greet any lingering spies were they around, the color teal and stormy, and tinged on the edges of the iris with the gold of a sunset nearly happening.
As she blinks she flexes her thin and nimble fingers in front of her, the sensation seemingly new to her as to the theoretical viewer. She runs both hands across her heart shaped face, and then through her long red hair, inspecting it, before settling on her world destroying chest. She gives the peaks a firm squeeze, as if not believing they are real, and elicits a pleasurable shudder through her body each time she does so. The hands wander to her waist, as if judging if this body is supreme enough to exist, before landing on the delicious mountains attached to her hip. She grabs both cheeks experimentally and a soft moan escapes her lips with a voice that could shatter nations. As she grips and pulls, her eyes flutter closed and her face, along with the bridge of her nose, redden from embarrassment and arousal.
Before another apocalypse occurs, the nimble and fair hands maneuver to the front of her hips, touching and feeling their way to a spot below their navel, fingers and motions stopping before crossing some unseen threshold. The being treads carefully further south, tips of digits passing by a neatly trimmed section of hair the same color as that on her head as the investigation continues in fascination. The pink glint across her cheeks deepens in depth and color as she travels further down, passing the meeting points of her legs to push and squeeze the delectably meaty thighs that support her stunning frame.
As the creature seems satisfied with her audit, inspecting every muscle and tendon in wonder, she once more trails her fingers upward to the center of the space between her shapely legs. With a sharp intake of breath, some mental decision coming to a close, a single fingertip brushes past an exposed part at the tip of the crack in her form. The sensation proves too much for the new creature, as she moans softly and falls to the ground with weak knees betraying her.
She moves both hands in front of her face, as if she is wondering what those nimble digits just accomplished. As she is ruminating, her azure eyes flick upwards to view the still dark storm clouds above, tossing and turning in their malevolence still. They rumble, as if they are trying to summon lightning but thankfully for this young maiden, they seem to be unable to. With a final earth defying tremble, those dark clouds disperse revealing a beautiful sky adorned in blobs of grey haloed by light. The rings of this planet, it seems, are visible from the ground and make a band across the hemisphere that our character now finds herself in.
After seeing this, she notices a message appear directly in front of her face with the caption 'Hello Host! Welcome to your new world! I will be assisting you in your journey from here on out, so I hope we get along~!'
The gorgeous red head takes a deep breath with wide eyes that seem to ask the question that is soon spoken.... "WHAT THE FUUUCK?!"
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Prologue
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