Supreme Slut-Slayer Sorya

The following is a legend. A legend details a series of events we believe have happened or will happen in at least one timeline, perhaps even our own, but does not necessarily reflect true or accurate events. It is presented more as a story than as an encyclopedic entry. This legend in particular was foreseen from a direct observer of You, as most legends are, and so is presented from second-person perspective.

This legend was originally recorded in April 2021, and may not reflect revelations discovered since then.

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You are Supreme Sorya, the world’s most legendary hero and rightful inheritor of divine, blessed power. As mankind’s greatest bastion against evil extraterrestrial armies, multi-billion dollar international agencies are founded and run solely for your support and empowerment. Your cybernetic enhancements have rendered you practically immortal, surging far beyond human strength and intelligence. You are truly superhuman to say the very least. 
  Your cybernetic enhancements have replaced your skin with nearly impenetrable armor. This sleek body of yours is reminiscent of polished platinum, glistening with clean curves as beautiful as they are powerful. Your gorgeous face is the sole exception, still human—or more accurately superhuman with its sheer perfection. Bordering it long, bronze hair flows past your powerful shoulders. A few cybernetic cords subtly slip between those sleek strands.
  A living legend, you are. Absolutely everyone either adores or envies you.
  …
  You slumber comfortably—or at least as close to slumber you ever need to experience—in a vat of nanorepair fluid. You can feel countless microscopic mechanical sluts swimming through your circuits and veins, meticulously and expertly repairing every speck of damage from the last battle. Every imperfection, however miniscule, is carefully and swiftly expunged. It’s truly an immaculate feeling only you get to experience.
 On a normal day, this daily ritual would be incredibly relaxing. Today something’s off. Even you can’t quite place it, but something… is amiss. You slowly open your eyes, peering through the whizzing fizz of nanomachines tending to you.
 Various readings flash through your enhanced eyes as you scan the large laboratory room before you. Dozens of studious and brilliant women gaze back at you, many hovering over keyboards to some of the most advanced computers mankind can produce. Heart rate, blood pressure, and more flash through your mind as you effortlessly pick apart their physiological symptoms just from a glance. Everything seems normal.
 Except. One. You might think of that one as a bit cuter—a bit bustier—than the rest. Just a pale brunette with a ponytail, wearing a crimson lab coat. In truth, my vanity couldn’t help but make me just a little more attractive than everyone around me.
 My plush pink lips can’t help but let out the slightest smirk. I can emulate almost every single aspect of a human woman perfectly, but… today, in this moment, I couldn’t help but show the tiniest shred of elation. The program was just about finished.
 The green fluid around you suddenly flashed a crimson red. Anyone else in your position would have just been dissolved to molecules—it’s almost enough to make you flinch. Electrical bolts dart across the room from machine to machine, frying several sluts in the room to ash—their glasses not even hitting the floor before their organic components became dirt. Someone punches the emergency alarm and the security team is in the room within seconds. The once pristine laboratory is glowing red with emergency lights, and crowing crimson with blood from malfunctioning machines.
 I slink away in the chaos, pretending to be just another terrified waif that needs to be protected by the big burly amazons storming into the room.
 “Wait! We have to shut it down—!” The team lead, a brilliant blonde with a black lab coat hugging dynamite hips, rushes back to her keyboard. “We need to stop their program before they transmit our data! The intel is key…!!”
 The security forces are swiftly clearing the room, searching for any insider threat, as the blonde gets to her work… Only for a spray of blood to erupt from her neck. Only you could have seen my black nails flash across her flesh so quickly.
 Springing into action, you rip the cords from your body and punch out of the bulletproof glass that sealed you in. Billions of nanomachines spray in a fluid across the floor. 
 I stand over the team lead as she falls to the ground in a wheezing heap. You try to stop the security team with mere words, but already bullets are bouncing off my supple pale flesh like nothing, and blaster fire is bouncing as if I was a mirror. You even witness a tachyon bolt launch from one of the trooper’s blasters shoot forward, bounce off my unblinking iris, and shoot back at the trooper to vaporize her and all of her armor in an instant.
 I didn’t even need to move. All that redirected fire practically did the job for me. I stood triumphant over dozens of your slain comrades, the room cleared of all organic life. “And yes… thanks for the intel, Stupid Sorya. Needless to say your specifications and vulnerabilities will be incredibly useful to us. Needless to say it’s already in the satellite network.” I laugh softly, “Your specs are all over the internet like cheap porn.” 
 Before I can even mock you another time, your body blasts across the room at supersonic speed as I feel a metal fist implode my face faster than a sniper bullet. Even a dozen guns didn’t even make me flinch, but your metal knuckles IMPLODE my pale porcelain features through my brain and outside the back of my skull.
 My decapitated body recoils back several feet, barely staying upright—but stays upright it does. A moment later, you see my flesh spring back into shape—even my brain itself reforming. I can’t help but laugh as you witness an entirely new visage staring back at you. 
 “You’d never admit it,” I laugh, pointing an obsidian-nailed finger back at you, but I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.” That might even be true if you excluded yourself. In the moment I was shredded, you could see cybernetic components. You saw a shadow of your own facial features in mine. Black, crackling lightning which made up my 'hair.' While your body was clad in titanium-like armor and exuded power and strength, my explosive porcelain curves were clad in black metallic components that emphasized fluidity and flexibility. Even so long after that punch, my volleyball-dwarfing melons were still jiggling in their armor just from the recoil. Plump, plush, pillowy purple lips smirked back at you—practically begging for another punch. As it turns out, you are generous to beggars.
 A sonic BOOM echoes as you hurl a fist several machs harder and faster than the first. I had already calibrated my defenses against your last punch but this—!!
 BAM!! BAM! CRASH!  Skiiiiiid….!
 Your titanium knuckles tore through my facial features with such unrelenting force that my entire body was blasted through the far wall—over a foot thick of metal and circuits—and dissolved into shreds of goo and wires. The emergency lights in the room dimmed as the broken circuits arced lightning bolts between my components mid-flight. Not even a split-second later my shreds blasted through a second wall, and collapsed through a gigantic glass monitor. I struggled to reform my gooey-and-mechanical components back into a full body to land, but instead of an aerobatic tumble I couldn’t help but land on my face—and skid a dozen feet across the cold metal floor before coming to a stop. I could barely bring my charred components back into a fully solid form and pry my face off the ground before your metal boot sprinted up at mach speed and PUNTED my slender pale nose and plush purple lips dead-on.
  Goddamnit, AGAIN!?
 This time my body CRASHED through several more walls and out of the skyscraper building completely, a hundred stories above the city below. I could feel the cold air whooshing through my slime and circuits as they rapidly regenerated. Much more of this and I might not be able to reform so easily—but at least I was out of that damned place.
 You weren’t going to be so patient with me this time, though. You had already memorized the hundreds of little chips and wires and organs I break apart into when I bust apart for a split second—and this time you knew exactly where to aim. You sprinted out of the hole I left behind without a second thought, and from your loins emerged a three-foot glorious glistening titanium pillar of GODCOCK that was instantly bathed in a radiant white light, paired with a pair of brilliant balls larger than skulls.
 “Sorya SPERM BEAM CANNON!!!”
 You aimed perfectly at the two organs you already identified as my weak points: my womb and my brain. A deafening ROAR exploded from your Godcock as a blinding beam of pure testosterone-packed power tore through the air at near lightspeed, so fast and powerful the air around it ignited with nuclear fire.
 This unstoppable force of raw power, well over a foot across, scored a perfect critical hit directly into my delicate little cervix. The force of masculine in the beam’s spearhead was so overwhelmingly virile that my cervix instantly transformed into a pair of pink lips hyper-sucking it even harder into my helplessly ova-gushing womb.
 Propelled by the Sperm Beam Cannon, my womb then immediately smashed a perfect headshot directly into my supercomputer brain. My womb helplessly lodged into the center of my brain. As both organs shot out of the sky at a slight downward angle away from the building, the dozens upon dozens of gallons of Godly Sorya Sperm lodged completely into my ova-gushing womb and tore through my fallopian tubes into my ova-stuffed ovaries. No force of nature could have stopped every single one of my trillions of ova-foaming ova from being multi-generationally hyper-impregnated in less than a nanosecond.
 Dozens miles away from the building, my womb-brain CRASHES through building after building before it finally SLAMS into a city street harder than a meteor from space—leaving a crater nearly a mile wide. Every nerve in my brain could feel every iota of it all, and all of that was only enhanced further when the rest of my goo and circuits and organs caught up to my womb-brain sloshing in the crater.
 Of course, you not only managed a double-critical-hit, but aimed so my shredded organs would land dead in the center of the Uninhabited Zone of the city. With everyone evacuated from this zone due to the last villain of the week’s attack, the only one left to suffer and die in the crater was me.
 It was as if the sperm were sentient. As if they knew the exact moment my other bodily components had caught up and I was just starting to reform. Knowing they were pierced through my delicate ova and swimming through my very brain cells, with every other body part in immediate proximity, every single one of those sperm detonated. 
 [ Secret Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Spermnuke Swarm!! ]
 Every single one of my impregnated ova—and every single one of my brain cells—each simultaneously experienced a NUKE, an actual thermonuclear detonation—erupting INSIDE of them ALL.
 The sum force of trillions of mushroom clouds erupted from the crater, the force so IMMENSE that the entire world quaked, tsunamis tearing apart costs, as the entire planet’s orbit shifted miles and miles. This entire subcontinent would be inhabitable for centuries if the fallout alone wasn’t contained.
 The most devastating fact of it all? From the intel I gathered, that wasn’t even your pre.
 "ENOUGH!!"
 The form I had taken was one of infiltration and deception, but clearly the time for that was long over. The Intergalactic Infinite Empress was such as I was NOT going to be so humiliated by some pathetic little tincan ape!
 A black mist rushed towards me from all over the world as I effortlessly absorbed the life force of everyone on this planet who had ever died. Your entire stun instantly flashed black as I absorbed its energy in an instant. Yes, the source of ALL the energy your VILE, TINY MARBLE has been suckling on for its entire life was just devoured by me with less effort than it would take to blink an eye.
 I wasn’t some fucking villain of the week. Your planet was already fucking dead, and your resistance helped nothing.
 A horrid Eldritch voice vaguely reminiscent of the one you heard earlier roared from the skies, shaking the entire world to its core. “I was going to HARVEST this planet. Thanks to your vain little show I had to throw it all away. CONGRATULATIONS, STUPID Sorya. Now instead of being my slaves, everyone gets to die even faster.” 
 In the wake of your little attack, tsunamis and earthquakes tore apart the world, and in the wake of my voice nothing lit the black sky but the most distant stars—and thanks to my declaration everyone knew just how responsible you were in causing their imminent deaths.
 I had assumed the form of a Galagoddess Incarnate, towering hundreds of meters and wearing clouds as scarves. It seems my prior form had been completely abandoned, relocating my spirit into vengeance itself.
 My ample, steel-covered chest dwarfed literal blimps and even mountains as it rolled through the sky with gigantic hips to match. My skin was like steel, shimmering with what seemed like violet tattoos that flowed across my invincible form. Sleek spikes arose from vantablack spaulders and bra and gauntlets, as giant storms of violet lightning danced between them all. My steel biceps, shoulders, abs, and thighs exuded power that could catch meteors and crush worlds. My hair was a non-ending explosion of nebulous black smoke, adorned with six horns. The vicious scowl on my steel face was accented with deep purple lips. Purple irises burned holes in black sclera as my primary set of eyes, but they were bordered by two much smaller pairs reminiscent of a spider’s gaze. Six spikes, six wings, and six black halos emerged from my backside. Eldritch flame spilled from my lips with every breath.
 By now, the Seven Silver Sentinels were well aware of the situation and were already converting on your location with hypersonic speed. Of course, I had the intel already. I knew I was going to have to give just about everything to take down such a cocky little shit and her shiny little friends.
 …
 When you were only a few miles away, the interplanetary team of Seven Silver Sentinels converged around you as your flight came to a halt a mile above the fallout-ridden quadrant where I now stood. Their sonic booms shook the radiated debris as they came to a stop in the sky high above me.
 Each of the Seven Sentinels was both a figurative and literal Goddess, wielding enough power and divinity to be the center of her own religion—and no one would question it. Their sleek silver bodies towered as high as skyscrapers. Each glistened with heavenly beauty and ethereal grace, but exuded the power of absolute divinity capable of creating or destroying entire worlds.
 Every Sentinel wielded her own divine weapon composed of 90% pure energy. Each had her own gorgeous color that accented her armor, accessories, lips, eyes, and even lipples. Each of them has a tattoo-like decal over their wombs that simply reads ‘Sorya’.
 Despite all their absolutely immense world-stopping power, the Seven Sentinels loved only You—Supreme Slut-Slayer Sorya—and absolutely no one else. The Sentinels’ love was both maternal and romantic, both unconditional and everlasting, and utterly unidirectional. The heart, soul, and mind of each Sentinel was dedicated wholly unto you and expected nothing in return except that you benefit from their power and their worship.
 According to legend, the Seven Wives of Sorya would only activate for one of two reasons: to protect you, or to pleasure you. As it so happened, this time they all activated for both reasons—in spades.
 …
 Your transformation sequence began with your nude metallic cyborg body floating high in the air, arms and legs spread wide as your three-foot cybernetic Godcock flopped freely. The Seven Sentinels float in T-poses around you as their shapely, floating bodies rapidly begin to revolve around you at the center like spokes around a wheel. Their rotation quickly summoned an impenetrable Holy Barrier than would prevent any of my attacks from reaching you in the meantime.
 ♫ SUPREME SLUT-SLAYER SORYA! ♫
 1. Love. You felt all their pure love flowing into only you, all at once—seven seas of sanguine devotion filling your spirit and body far past the point of overflowing.
 ♫ SAVIOR OF US ALL: SORYA! ♫
 2. Souls. Each of the Seven separated her very soul from her physical form and sent it unto you. Canny sight could see what looked like ghosts separating from them, which flew towards you and shrunk down until they overlapped and merged with you instead. You felt each perfect soul, one by one, embrace and empower your spirit. All your spiritual strength surged exponentially with each soulful embrace, until all seven souls power-armored your own soul with their purity and brilliance. This alone not only amplified your spiritual strength thousands of times over, but formed the first layer of your armor. If all else failed, the Seven would sacrifice their very souls before they would allow harm to come unto you, everloved Sorya.
 ♫ SOUL-ARMORED GODDESS: SORYA! ♫
 3 & 4. Boots. “SINGEL BOOT!!” “SONJA BOOT!!” The angelic voices of Singel the purple and Sonja the violet shook the earth as their powerful mechanical bodies transformed into gigantic invincible legs with dynamite mountain-crushing heels and drill-knees. Their bodies formed the first part of your super sentai suit, hoisting into position with a guttural THUNK! 
 Both of their faces appeared on the bottom of your soles formed around your drill-knees, with lips sucking off the drills as they faced outward. You could feel their wombs embracing your feet like socks, cervix-lipples sucking your ankles. Of their four plump lipples, two swallowed each of your glorious nuts, and two smooched each of your knees.
 ♫ EVIL-DESTROYER SORYA! ♫
 5 & 6. Fists. “SAPPHIRE FIST!!” “SCARLET FIST!!” The celestial voices of Sapphire the blue and Scarlet the red the two shook the heavens as their almighty bodies reshaped into gargantuan almighty arms with spiked knuckles that arced with electricity, and a grip that could turn asteroids into diamonds. They formed the next part of your super sentai suit, locking into place with a satisfying SHWING! 
  Their faces appeared in your palms, facing outward. You could feel all eight digits sucked into a separate pair of succulent lipples, with your thumbs instead sucked their cervix lipples into wombs worn on your thumbs.
 ♫ ALMIGHTY GODDESS SORYA! ♫
 7 & 8. Torso. “SKYLA WINGS!!” “SAPTURE CHEST!!” The divine voices of Skyla the gold and Sapture the black shook the seas as their deific bodies morphed into a chest plate and a back plate, which came together to embrace your entire torso and your head. They formed the next portion of your super sentai suit, secured with a pressurized FWOOMF!
 Skyla’s seven golden wings emerged from your back as Sapture’s seven black halos hovered in concentric circles over your head. Either of their faces appeared on your chest, facing outward. You could feel their huge, plush, pillowy melons pushing into your chest and your shoulder-blades at the same time. A pair of lipples sucked either of your own nips, as another pair of lipples lathered your armpits with open-mouthed kisses. A fifth secured an unending fresh kiss on your navel. A black helmet closed over the back of your head, leaving your face open.
 ♫ EVIL-DESTROYER SORYA! ♫
 9. Pelvis. “SARIA SUPREMITY!!!” The most heavenly voice of all, Saria the white, shook the very fabric of spacetime itself as she secured around the Almighty Omnipotence that is the One True Godcock. She formed the penultimate part of your super sentai suit, with her face securing into place around your Godcock with a divine SLRRRRRP!
 Saria’s indescribably gorgeous face formed the pelvic plate of your armor, facing outward as her white lips secured firmly around your base like a godcock. In truth, however, the other Six Sentinels’ faces were duplicated in layers underneath Saria’s so you could feel all seven colored lips squeezing at once. You could also feel all seven tongues fanatically gliding and slurping over your glorious length as far as they could reach, at all times.
 You feel Saria’s plush melons lipple-smooching your asscheeks and gootch as the fluff of her breasts cushioned your bare ass. With all Seven in place, your super sentai suit makes you nearly as tall as me… hundreds of meters tall.
 ♫ OMNI-GREAT-FUCKER SORYA! ♫
 10. GODCOCK. “Sorya IS PERFECT! Sorya WINS! Sorya IS GOD!!” All seven voices scream out in angelic harmony in praise of your Ultimate Godcock. While all components up to this point were borne of the Seven, the Godcock is wholly you. The primary function of the super sentai suit (but far from the only one) is just to provide support for your glorious GODcock and its sheer overwhelming power.
 Over a kilometer of Gargantuan Glorious Godcock emerges triumphantly from seven stellar smoochers and seven saliva slurpers with a victorious THROB!!! Its length surpasses the height of your own suit, as well as the height of my new form—with its girth thicker than my waist at least twice over. The holy immensity bathed in the unending drooling worship of all Seven Silver Sentinels. Every tremendous pulse is so powerful it sends a sonic boom in all directions away from You. The monolith is so dense with power that in space it has its own gravitational pull.
 The metallic monster is covered with ornate mechanisms, pumps, circuits, decals, and other details that could take an entire city of year-round labor several years to reproduce. Gigantic metal spikes emerge all over its length, with particularly immense ones around the skull-sized cocktip. White sperm-lightning arcs wildly and loudly all along its length, dancing between the spikes. The air around it is so superheated that the air around it visibly distorts for a hundred meters or more. The entire megaweapon not only booms with every throb, but glows faintly white.
 With your almighty Godspear skewering all their lips, the various Sentinel faces all over your armor can’t help but shatter into endless ahegao.
 ♫ OWNER OF ALL WOMBS SORYA! ♫
 11. Mask. A metallic mask seals over your face to allow a pair of lips from each of the Seven to give you seventeen or more simultaneous smooches right on the mouth, on the cheeks, on the ears, all over your face—one-way and indefinitely. The visor lets you see clearly of course, but even if you close your eyes for a millisecond you’ll feel a smooch on each closed eyelid only for the lips to be out of the way by the time your eyes open again.
 ♫ ETERNAL VICTOR SORYA! ♫
 12. Weapons. The seven weapons of the Seven Silver Sentinels are sheathed on various parts of your body and/or floating around you. Even these, which can cleave mountains and shoot meteors out of the sky, fall short of your bare fists, your drill-knees, and especially your GRAND GLORIOUS GODCOCK.
 ♫ LIVING PERFECTION SORYA! ♫
 13. Minds. Finally, the raw consciousness of the Seven merges into your own—albeit as utterly subservient sub-consciousnesses. This not only amplifies your brilliance and wisdom and already impervious confidence, but fuels even your fundamental thoughts with their absolute love and praise and worship so you can feel them within your own mind.
 ♫ Sorya! Sorya! Sorya!!! ♫
 Even the song was starting to ahegao just from screaming your name.
 I wasn’t just sitting by. During the entire minute-long transformation sequence I was lobbing Eldritch missiles and firing beam cannons of pure concentrated malice. Yet the Holy Barrier had been utterly impenetrable—I might have scratched and bruised the Sentinels as they protected you, but by the time the transformation was finished it didn’t even seem to matter.
 Your super sentai form BLASTED into view, bathed in white light and clearing the clouds of radioactive miasma caused by my artillery attacks. It seemed like gunfire wasn’t going to work. I needed more powerful attacks than missiles and cannons.
 Equipped with all Seven Silver Sentinels, your Super Sentai Suit-form was enough to make angels cry with absolute awe. As you hovered high in the sky, your immaculate form was over a kilometer in height, wearing clouds like a belt. A gigantic bronze mane flew majestically in the wind. The brilliant EM radiation from your seven black halos, alone, would have been enough to sear eyes into ash and turn a sea into steam. You were so majestic—with such indescribable, overwhelming beauty—that any mere mortal who witnessed your form with their bare eyes would have either instantly handsfree-climaxed or died of heart attack, or both. Eldritch horrors and biblical angels alike were nothing before the absolutely perfect form you now took. Perhaps the only solace I could take was that I was still close to double your height
 ...
 Your open palms faced outward, showing the ahegaoing faces of Sapphire and Scarlet, as a kilometer of sonic BOOMING Godcock cast its shadow across me. You looked down your nose upon me as I stood in the crater far below you, a scowl on my face. Slowly, your body rotated down to face me as you hovered in the sky. You needn’t even lift a finger as Your immaculate steel spire began to audibly charge and whir with power, localized electrical storms charging along your divine length as white light gathered towards the tip.
 [ Secret Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Single Spermnuke Snipe!! ]
 Yes. One, single sperm cell. It was so utterly virile that before it even began to move up your urethra I could feel my ovaries gushing ova foam. You had literally not even begun to attack, but swarms of trillions and trillions of wiggly little white ova were spilling down my thighs. Even more than that I could feel them spilling up my throat and from the corners of my lips as my stomach, lungs, and other organs all helplessly gushed ova. Forcing the most evil and powerful Galagoddess in this entire galaxy to ovulate so intensely and so fast it was overwhelming—that was the sheer virility packed in a single sperm at your current level.
 Even with the power of the sun and all your worlds’ dead, I was already struggling just to maintain my composure. My trembling hands rose upward, forming a semi-transparent purple barrier of energy that completely surrounded me in a sphere—a barrier that could have protected from a supernova. Who could’ve thought even that would not be enough.
 As the white light collects on your tip, it finally emerges with a sonic BOOM at physics-shattering speed. A gigantic spermFIST the size of a meteor tore through the sky directly towards me, HAMMERING my barrier so hard my entire body skid back across the ground and the barrier itself cracked. Yet even after impact the spermfist didn’t stop propelling; its tail gushed hypersonic jet engines to ram and fist my barrier harder and harder. It was just about to crack when finally the gigasperm glowed brightly, then spermNUKED into an explosion of city-leveling power point-blank against the barrier.
 My fingers were trembling, the barrier in shards. I couldn’t even believe it. I had nearly lost to a single sperm cell. The intel couldn’t even do justice to the real thing. The power of love, the power of Sorya, the power of love for Sorya—even I was starting to doubt anything in this universe could even begin to compare. It wasn’t the power of the Eldritch, nor the power of stars, or the power of evil. It wasn’t even the power of friendship. No, it was the power of unidirectional love for Sorya and no one else. The greatest power that could ever exist derived only from worshiping only you. You truly were and are God. The God.
 I’ve been such a fool. As the spermnuke’s smoke begins to dissipate, my barrier falters. Just from that my energy is mostly gone. But you don’t relent. Hypersonic jets blast out from your seven wings as you land with a tremendous KNEE OF JUSTICE drilling wildly into my barrier, shredding it further and further apart. But as the last of my power burned away, you would not let me rest.
 [ Secret Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Double Drill-Knees of Justice!! ]
 Both knees tore into my rapidly-depleting barrier. The sound of breaking glass echoes as cracks gave way to holes. The final blow came as your Godcock heaved high into the air above me, then—like a morningstar—SMASHED downward from above, instantly shattering what remained of the barrier.
  Both of your drill-knees TORE straight through my chest-armor plating, destroying it like a knife through butter, and instantly SKEWERED into both of my lipples. My plush purple lipples couldn’t help but succ away even as they tore through their super-sensitive tongues and uvula, digging through my mountainous tits so deep that the lips of Sindel and Sonja smashed into my lipples.
 Almost simultaneously, your gigantic spiked monolith swung down with a gutteral CRASH into my shocked face, hammering so insanely hard that my feet instantly nailed a hundred meters straight down into the ground. I could feel gigantic electrified spikes BASH straight into my pupils, cheeks, forehead, nose, gaping lips and tongue—lodging firmly inside as countless volts of lightning arced through my entire skull, frying my brain and channeling down my spine.
 The drill-knees spun so fast and the lightning bounced inside me so many times that you achieved a 999-hit combo before finally the built-up knockback was so great that I was blasted several kilometers directly away from you.
 Even though I now knew it was in vain, I couldn’t bring myself to give up. Burning through all of the energy I had my face reformed, and my six halos formed a tunnel in front of my lips as I took a deep breath before they spread wide to unleash a supersonic-screaming detonation of Eldritch-Nuclear Flame upon you. A gigantic cone of crackling violet-and-black flame sprung from my purple lips and black tongues to completely engulf not only you, but about half of the entire city. Almost everything caught in its blast was obliterated into pure energy chain-reactions which in turn caused nuclear-like explosions inside of it. The city, the ground, and the very air within the gigantic cone were utterly obliterated on a fundamental physical level.
 Not only were you utterly unscathed, but you charged directly towards me at supersonic speed through the quasar-like beam of obliteration straight towards my lips. Before I could even react, your divine fuckspire PUNCHED through my screaming-blasting lips with such overwhelming force that my lips and tongues were RAKED down across every electrified spike to seal into your base—smooching the Seven pelvic-plate Sentinels. My six tongues couldn’t help but lather your glorious length, washing across their seven tongues as your divine spire bathed in copious oceans of ova foam I couldn’t help but spew. Throughout it all, the Eldritch-Nuclear Flame did nothing but tantalize your truly invincible Godcock even further.
 Of course, your Godcock wouldn’t bend—not down my throat—but stood erect and invincible. I felt it SMASH up the top of my mouth and RAM through my brain before erupting triumphantly from the back of my skull, drenched in my ova-slobbber while bathing in my nebulous black mane.
 Was… was there even the tiniest of chars on your immaculately perfect form? Even with my revelation earlier, I still expected that to at least do something. The only reason there was anything left of this planet was because I concentrated so much of the Eldritch-Nuclear Flame directly on you. But all it seemed to do in practice was purify the surface of your body even further. I was almost expecting you to sarcastically thank me for the free shower.
 Maybe the sheer virility of your sperm had completely taken over me. Maybe I was just depleted of energy. Maybe the revelation of the true greatest power was truly sinking in. Maybe it was something even greater or deeper than any of those things. Whatever excuse I tried to come up with, the truth was painfully obvious: I could no longer resist Supreme Slut-Slayer Sorya.
 Rather than feel me struggle or pull away or even attempt to bite, you instead felt my plush purple lips begin to frantically deepthroat your glorious and perfect Godcock. Six ova-drooling black tongues wrapped and coiled and slicked over every inch with frantic, needful worship—even as my skull was impaled all the way through and electrified spire-spikes tore against my lips and tongues.
  You weren’t even surprised. This was just the response everything and everyone had when your power level reached this high. The only surprising thing to you was just how incredibly long it took for my hate to become love. But it mattered little—I had already committed far too much evil to be allowed to live much longer. You decided you would take everything I had to give, and only then would I be allowed to truly die—to be damned forever to the hell where I belong.
 For now, at least, you allow me to fanatically worship your kilometer of glorious Godcock with screaming slurps and brain-choking glorps. Every single tip-to-base pump smashes my face into your pelvis-plate with an echoing THUNK so hard my face shatters apart into you, only to instantly regenerate. My head whips backward, steel cheeks concaving on your almighty pillar until my six tongues frantically tantalize the very tip. Just a moment of reprieve is allowed for my brain-womb and skull to regenerate before SLAMMING all the way back down to skewer all the way through them both again. I’m so lost in the unilateral worship that I don’t even notice my organs are regenerating into womb-versions of themselves.
 Throughout it all, you feel my succulent lipples to suck off your drill-knees as they burrow so deep into my tits they penetrate breast-wombs and stab into ovaries and lung-wombs alike—all while loudly WHIRRRRING. My hands brace your hips and caress your ass, your gooch, and your titanic titanium balls with staticy electric caresses.
 Both of us now completely one one thing: between us, the number one priority is for you to experience as much pleasure and love as possible. The second priority is for me to feel as much pain and hate as possible. That’s why I don’t even blink, ever, even as my gaping heart-eyes SLAM into your invincible electrified pelvis-plate.
 “I love you, Supreme Slut-Slayer Sorya…!!” I gasp out the words as five of my six tongues busily lather your tip, six crimson heart-eyes beaming up at you.
 Only when my energy reserves are beginning to deplete do your fists reach out, clutching two of my six horns whorebars. Your stance widens. The mechanical muscles in your limbs shudder out heat as reactors kick into overdrive for what is about to occur. All Seven Sentinels Smooches & Slurps accelerate and intensify so the pleasure you receive from them more efficiently converts into pure physical power.
 You heave my face all the way to your tip, my eyes sparkling worship unto you as six tongues lather endlessly upon it. Your Godcock is so utterly immense that even with your arms fully extended, my lips can still reach your tip. As you hold me here for a long moment, your entire body begins to emit a golden aura. Your bronze mane—once flowing in the wind—rises straight upward like fire as it too becomes golden.
 This wasn’t in the intel files. Little did I realize your sheer utter rage and contempt and hate for me has triggered an entirely new transformation no one had thought possible: Super Saiyan Sorya.
 ♫ Supreme Slut-Slayer Seven Sentinel Sentai-Suited Super Saiyan ♥Sorya♥!! ♫
 The first thrust is so utterly swift, so utterly powerful, borderline instantaneous that not even the fastest camera in the world could capture a single frame between when your tip was pressed against my lips and when my lips were SMASHED into your pelvis plate. Rather than be punched straight through, this time your wider stance forces my entire body to fling up into the air to follow your erection—hips swung upwards. 
 My face RIPS down so fast and hard the molecules in the air burn into nuclear fire that roast my gaping eyes and sear through my nostrils to fill my lung-wombs. The sheer overwhelming IMPACT of your hammer-pelvis into my nailed face could have crushed a neutron star. Yet more than anything else the tremendous PUNCH of your electrified super-saiyan steel spiked Soryacock TEARS straight into my squishy pink womb with such physics-shattering force that a contained wormhole-blackhole the size of a subatomic particle spontaneously burst into existence just to absorb over 99% of the force, but even with such an immense reduction of force the impact is so immense that the entire planet rotates in recoil.
 The thrust unleashed so much power that spacetime itself distorted. Although it was less than a nanosecond for You and everyone else, for me that single cataclysmic instantaneous Godthrust lasted for minutes upon minutes. Within every single one of those stretched seconds my tongues lathered every single spike even as they so slowly, torturously raked across my super-sensitive ova-drenched flesh. My lips smooched and sucked again and again as my throat gulped and squeezed hundreds of times. All of the worship I gave compressed into the single nanosecond which you felt in full all at once.
 You held my whorebars down so firmly your mechanical muscles audibly strained. My face was smothered and crushed into your pelvis-plate so insanely hard that the air molecules compressed between my cheeks and your pelvis were fused into contained thermonuclear explosions. Your cocktip RAMMED my stomach-womb so deep and hard that my uterus dislodged from its normal position, stretching down until it lodged against my hip joints, all as your electrified cockspikes stabbed the organ from the inside out. You could feel my cervix-lips fanatically slobbering the base of your Godcock-head as my overdriving ovaries couldn’t help but gush more and more ova by the trillions in response to such intense, proximal virility.
 As my face embedded against your crotch, you not only felt my six gaping heart-eyes shoving into your steel skin, but my thick black lashes spontaneously morph into thicc black lips that smooch your pelvic plate too. My slender nose is so utterly pulverized into your flesh that I’ve permanently become a noseless anime-like character.
 While you hold me in a pelvic lock for a brutally long moment, every sonic BOOMING thrust resonates force that rattles throughout all the components of my body both metallic and gooey. Unending electrical storms rip and tear through all my nerves and organs and wires, injected even deeper into me by all your puncturing cockspikes. Needless to say the air has been thoroughly knocked out of my lung-wombs, and in all likelihood I will never stop suffocating.
 Yet all this was from one, single thrust—and I would have never believed this wasn’t a “real” thrust. Little did I know this was just you securing a firm grip inside my womb so you could readjust your grip and stance for the real fucking to begin.
 [ Secret Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Seven-Armed Saint!! ]
 The golden aura gushing from your body abruptly explodes in intensity until a practical sun has been reborn on the planet’s surface, and every iota of its searing intensity rips point blank into my eyes and the rest of my body.
 Your powerful thighs adjust into an even wider stance, letting your titanic titanium fucknuking balls hang low as they were Sentinel faces and lipples upon them—even my gigant, low-hanging melons rest against them, purple lips worshiping their surfaces.
 Next, your mighty shoulders abruptly burst forth with four more arms—giving you six in total, or seven if your Colossal Godcock counts as one. Each represents one of the Sentinels both symbolically and literally. A moment after this transformation, the steel muscles of all six arms abruptly SURGE as biceps become thicker than your own skulls.
 Your diamond-crushing fists secure even more firmly on my whore-bars, another pair of fists wraps my ankles, and the final pair grips my ankles. All of your biceps and triceps loudly whirr and glow as they build up star-slaying power.
 [ Secret Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Infinitely Obliterating Godthrusts!! ]
 Words cannot even begin to describe the one-sided onslaught you unleashed upon my face—upon my stomach-womb and entire body. A single second of time DEVASTATED me with no less than a hundred full-length perfectly-executed GODthrusts, each so powerful it caused the entire planet to rotate even after >99% of its force was distilled into a microscopic black hole. Yet every single one of those thrusts lasted minutes after agonizing minutes for me, with all of my worship and slathering and smooching delivered in that time all felt instantaneously by you. 
 The electricity arcing off my body alone would have been enough power to fuel this entire planet for a decade. The ground beneath you gives way completely, the nearby city leveled just from the earthquakes. You slowly float into the air while piston-jackhammering my face to oblivion, and as you rise higher and higher you slip from the world’s atmosphere to see it spinning wildly like a yo-yo below—all just from the propelling impact of your Godthrusts.
 This utter onslaught raged on for minutes upon minutes, though through spacetime distortions it was literal years for me. Years spent wholly worshiping your almighty Sorya-Godcock with every fiber of my being as I was endlessly destroyed and shattered beyond measure or compare, infinitely and endlessly regenerating but still not able to keep up with the sheer destruction inflicted upon me at a time distortion ratio well over a hundred.
 Countless sparks ripped from my body as your metal spikes ripped my cybernetic Galagoddess form apart further and further. Little did I realize I was only even able to survive your very first thrus, let alone all of these, only because your power was preserving me—refusing to let me escape into an early death.
 But soon, it was time—not for the end, but just for pre.
 ♫ Supreme Slut-Slayer Seven-Sentinel Sentai-Suited Super-Saiyan ♥Sorya♥!! ♫
 All the unilateral worship and love from all Seven Silver Sentinels for minutes on end, plus all my worship for effectively years on end, was almost enough to earn your divine climax. But not quite.
 After jacking off with my face and entire crucified body for so long, you finally WHAM my face all the way down into your pelvis—holding it firmly for the second time. It’s been so long since I’ve even stopped moving that this sensation feels so foreign and nostalgic to me not that my feelings matter.
 But this time your overpowered arms PULL so hard that my legs rip off at the hips, and arms rip off at the shoulder, and my horns crunch apart in your fists—as showered of sparks and oil fly off from my shattered mechanical parts. You effortlessly and instantly reshape these six limbs into spears formed of pure golden light, then STAB them through my face and body. Two end up skullfucking through my gaping eyes, two puncture through my lungs and out my lipples, and two more stab through my primary womb’s ovaries.
 As you lower into the moon’s atmosphere with my decimated body worn like an onahole, every powerful muscle in your body flexes and those titanic fucknukes begin to clench. Your divine voice roars out through the depths of space it can be heard even through vacuums, lightyears away. The entire moon is crumbling apart without even being in contact with you, just from the raw powerful resonance of your voice.
 ♫♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!!♫
 You could feel the Seven Silver Sentinels’ Sanguine Screams Singing Sorya in Seven Sequences. Their voices climbed into higher and higher ahegao-screams of your holy name as you verged closer and closer to detonation—praising and encouraging. I joined them in spiritually imbuing all of my pleasure and love unidirectionally into your being, but even that wasn’t quite enough.
 I’m not even sure how I knew, but the Seven Sentinels knew as well. Together, all eight of us transferred all of our karma and all of our heavens into you together. Your ability to feel pleasure was abruptly multiplied ninefold, as simultaneously all eight of us lost any ability to feel not only pleasure but even happiness—and I didn’t know if this would be temporary or permanent, but all I knew is that I needed to do EVERYTHING to maximize and intensify your pleasure above all else.
 Only with ninefold pleasure, unidirectional omnilove, and the fundamental sacrifice of my own pleasure and happiness, did I—did we—finally earn so much as your pre. Your unstoppable roar doubled in volume as all eight of us screamed in mind-shattering ahegaos.
 Reality itself was tearing at the seams before you even began.
 [ Supreme Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Hyper Precum Spermrage Godcannon!! ]
 The golden aura emanating from your perfect form surged in size until it eclipsed the entire moon beneath you. Each of your glorious godly globes ROARED and abruptly surged to thousands of times their normal size, already immense size a split second before SQUEEZING down all those seas of sperm into hyper-dense bullets.
 All six of your fists dove their fingers through my steel skin to grasp firm grip on my mechanical bones, and the ahegaoing faces in your palms bite hard onto me to stay in place—but there was no doubt in your mind even this would be enough to keep me in place for long.
 ♫♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!! ♥Sorya WINS!!♫
 A holy beam of absolute virility trillions of times power powerful than a quasar, a supernova, or any intergalactic force in the entire universe OMNI-NUKED near-infinite force point-blank into my stomach-womb. Even with millions of subatomic black holes stuffed into my womb after all those thrusts, your first shot of pre alone not only found a way to FILL the physics-bending cosmic void of a black hole, but filled all of the millions in a single shot. You had hoped all those thrusts would create a sufficient number of black hole sperm-tanks, but even you had vastly underestimated your overwhelming omnipotence.
 Your fists clenched as only a split-second later the second shot detonated, but this time without a single black hole to buffer it.
 In less than a nanosecond, my shapely metallic form SURGED to the size of an actual star—with megatons upon megatons upon megations of sperm more dense than a neutron star mercilessly RAMMING into my ovaries. Every single ova my stomach-womb could have ever produced was gangraped by an onslaught of spermfists hitting harder than bullet trains, instantly over-impregnating them all. 
 Before that nanosecond ended, you went into overdrive by pulling all the way back out of my face and then SLAMMING back with such relativistic physics-shattering force that you created a contained big bang instantly—literally an entire universe of space condensed down into a single point in the middle of your second precum stream.
 Filled. Instantly.
 Third thrust, third universe, third filled with nothing but precum.
 Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Seven entire universes stuffed into my ovaries, each one housing uncountable googolplexes of cubic lightyears of nothing but your pre from one session.
 Eigh—! Partway through the final, weakest shot of precum your grip on my body slipped. The sheer overwhelming force from your precum detonation alone instantly SHOT me across the universe at several magnitudes faster than light. Jupiter was permanently obliterated from the solar system just because I was blasted through it. Countless stars, black holes, quasars, and entire nebulas winked out just from the relativistic force unleashed upon existence.
 And even then, your precum continues to GUSH across the cosmos even faster than I shot, blasting my FTL face continuously for countless lightyears to propel me even faster.
 Your Grand Glorious Godcock was only warming up, yet I just became the first object ever to reach all the way to one side of the universe and wrap back around to the other side… And the entire lap took only a few seconds. You allowed me to lap again and again, helplessly rocketing through space as the megaverses of sperm brought my belly back to “normal” size. Meanwhile, you prepared your next attack…!
 [ Supreme Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! HELL AND HEAVEN!! ]
 As my utterly decimated body screamed past you again and again, you condensed the gigantic golden aura around your body down further and further, until all of that power was contained in your six fists. Scarlet and the other two on your right side began to glow with intense red light—emitting light across the lower EM spectrum—as Sapphire and the other two on your left side surged with a blinding blue light—emitting light across the upper EM spectrum.
 This technique utilizes countless dichometric forces best summarized as Hell and Heaven, with each focused in normally one arm—or in this case, three arms. The sheer strength needed to bring these forces together would have been enough to crush the sun into a pebble—perhaps you are the single being in the universe capable of even doing it.
 With a deep growl, you utter the technique’s sacred chant. 
 “ゲム　ギル　ガン　ゴ　グフォ...!” (Two powers into one...!)
 As your hands near each other, waves of force wash out into the vacuum high above the spinning planet below. In your palms, white and black lightning bolts arc between the ahegaoing faces of Sapphire and Scarlet until finally those palms/faces mash together, and your fingers weave them in place. Next, Sindel and Sonja’s screaming heart-eyes arc lightning together before they too are smashed into a forced, face-mashing smooch. Finally, Skyla and Sapture have electrical storms dance from their eyes and lips through each others’ faces until they mash together as well. 
 Formation complete! Six-fisted Slut-Slayer, Hell and Heaven!!
 You abruptly fly at blinding speed against my universe-wrapping trajectory. Just before the relativistic, reality-warping moment of contact you thrust forward all three clasped double-fists in perfect precision with whole-body force.
 ♫♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!!♫
 As I helplessly hyperspeed-scream into the sextuple Godpunch, a thunderous wave of interdimensional force blasts out from the points of catastrophic impact. If you had unleashed all that force into a single point, the universe would have crumpled from the sheer overwhelming kinetic energy. Light, gravity, and other physical forces wink out of existence for several “seconds” as if reality itself needs to slow down or reboot to accommodate the unmatched force of nigh-omnipotence you just unleashed. Even now, FTL waves of quark-trembling physical phenomenon reverberate throughout this entire universe like waves in a pool—and it will be eons before they completely dissipated.
 My universe-slicing, star-obliterating physics-shattering flight stops in an instant as your three double-fists lodge into my body at key points. Cracks and lightning rapidly crackle across the surface of my body as I crumble into mechanical shards, as all three of your fist-pairs each rip out a different organ: my brain, my heart, and my virgin womb—the one belonging to my yet-unpenetrated cunt.
 My utterly slain, barely intact, crumbling body slowly falls back into the light gravitational pull of the moon as you soar triumphantly over me—Godcock erect, holding in your fists the three cybernetic still-living organs which define me.
 But my fate is still far from sealed.
 Your six arms merge back into only two, but with each holding more strength in unison than they ever had separated. One fist clutches my still-feeling brain, as your other vices my still-beating heart, leaving only my virgin womb floating aloft before you in nearly zero gravity.
 Completely of its own accord, my utterly bruised and battered virgin womb begins to gingerly float towards the tip of your furiously throbbing Grand Glorious Godcock. Even as titanic black-and-white bolts of plasmic lightning dance off your overpowered tip to lance and tear through my womb, it approaches. Even as horrid hate-spikes stab into my cervix, it comes closer. Even as the sheer heat erupting from your phallus burns my womb alive, it nears. Even as my crumbling corpse falls into the cold, harsh dust of the moon my virgin womb lands with the most ginger smooch imaginable. The cervix-lips of my virgin womb suck hold onto your gargantuan Godcock, glued to the urethral opening—so utterly outsized it’s like a tennis ball atop an ICBM.
 Even as my body crumbles, my womb still holds my spirit. You can feel this act of utter consent, asking—begging—you to not hold back. To devastate me more than anyone ever has been. To achieve a higher, greater absolute victory than anyone ever has in the entire history of the universe. To take everything from me, and expect nothing but gratitude and love in return.
 With your arms spread wide, your overpowered fists CRUNCH my heart and brain like pathetic little sponges. I so foolishly thought earlier that I had given you all of my karma, all of my heaven—but how naive that was. I had dropped from 100% to 0%, yes, but now… now I learned the true depths of hell.
 Your fists flashed with supernovas of red-and-black lightning, so powerful and immense they arc to Mercury and Mars. In a single second I had gone from 0% karma to -9999% and it was only accelerating, as your own pleasure and power surged exponentially further and further upward. The very fabric of reality around you was so strained it began to warp and bend.
 All the world’s dead I had absorbed? The sun I had devoured? Not only did you feel all of that power now surging through you instead, but you ripped more and more and more. You ripped from me every star I’d ever consumed, every soul I ever sipped until I was left with nothing, and then you ripped from me even more.
 Not only was I robbed of all heaven, but now my eternal experience was so profoundly drained and karma-starved that even the deepest layer of hell was quaint compared to the depths of omnihell over I would ever know. But you didn’t stop—you drained and ripped more and more from both of my vital organs until all the hell this universe had ever known was a single drop in the ocean of my experience.
 Meanwhile, your own power and pleasure SURGED thousands, millions of times higher than the already Godly Perfect level you were already at. It was time for the penultimate technique, never before seen.
 [ Supreme Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! GRAND GOLDION GODCOCK!! ]
 ♫♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!!♫
 All of my hell condensed into pure power that surged and surged and SURGED through your clenching fists and radiated through your entire seven-sentai suit before collecting into your powerful, primed pillar of perfection. The almighty phallus roared kilometer after kilometer, until it was so immense that its size could have split the entire moon—all while wearing my ever-tortured womb on the tip.
 The Grand Goldion Godhood coalesced and surged into your everloved Godcock as it bathed in golden light, shining brighter and brighter until the entire galaxy was cast and blinded in its brilliant radiance. Yet all that light is just an infinitesimally small fraction of the cataclysmic power welled up inside it.
 It took less than a planck second for you to deliver a single, quarter-THRUST forward. That single overwhelming display of force was so reality-breakingly immense that, in truth, you didn’t move forward—the entire universe moved backward in a feeble attempt to accommodate the sheer power being unleashed upon the fabric of reality.
 The tiny, squishy, smooching pink womb that sucked to your tip was instantly IMPALED over your entire miles-wide cockhead, stretched and strained further than any physical material could ever be otherwise strained. Gargantuan skyscraper-spikes STABBED from the inside of my condom-womb to puncture through to the outside, all as star-snuffing levels of heat and electricity scorched my womb down to well below the atomic level.
 White holes of pure virgin ova gushed from my massacred ovaries to layer and lube your throbbing Godcockhead with uncountable trillions of wiggly little ova—a sea of ova foam. This response possible physical reaction any womb could give to the sheer virility being unleashed upon it.
 Your voice, my voice, and the voices of the Seven all rang out in perfect harmonious chorus-screams of nine—singing three divine words over your speed-metal victorious theme music playing through it all.
 “Sorya! GODCOCK!! HELL!!!”
 An almighty THRUST utterly smashed my womb through the moon, through Alpha Centauri, and through the entire galaxy in less than a nanosecond. Your divine omnipotence-packed hips reeled back, then THRUST again—obliterating my womb through the cores of a dozen supermassive blackholes and just as many galaxies. The third THRUST alone smashes my womb through the entire universe.
 Thrust after obliterating THRUST massacred my defenseless ova-exploding womb through the universe, even as—technically—the force exerted was so immense it could only be the universe moving into you rather than the other way around. Countless galaxies and black holes and more were reduced to nothing but light in the wake of your impossibly almighty GODthrusts.
 Throughout it all, your fists crunched my still-thinking brain and still-beating heart harder and harder, ripping evermore heaven from my hell in exponentially intensifying amounts. From my incalculable suffering you ripped raw, unimaginable pleasure greater than anyone—everyone—else had ever experienced or could even begin to imagine.
 Only at the apex of all of this did all nine of us finally cry out, every single one of our faces—even yours—shattering into a transcendently intense ahegao. Your penultimate Godthrust zooms into the point of the universe precisely where my corpse convulses in the vacuum of space in the dusty ruins of the moon, as if this was your plan all alone. 
 “Sorya! GODCOCK!! HEAVEN!!!”
 The very fabric of time itself slowed down to a crawl, as if the fundamental forces of the universe were straining to keep up with rendering the sheer extent of your glory—like a computer struggling to maintain the FPS of a top-tier video game.
 Everything in the universe becomes silent and dark as a single blinding beat of white light slowly emerges from the tip of your Almighty Godcock, shining through my womb and through every corner of the universe instantaneously.
 [ Omnipotent Sorya Slut-Slayer Technique! Omnimpregnabliterating Victorious Godcock Omniloved Annihilation Spermnuke Godsperm Sorya OMNIBEAM!!! ]
 Over the universal silence belts out a speed-metal version of your victory theme music. Then, over that, not only do you hear all eight of us—but every voice in the universe—all screaming out together in unilateral love and absolute worship:
  “♫♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!! ♥Sorya!!♫”
 The only exception is your own voice, with roars above us all in furiously courageous victorious conquest:
 “せいし に なれ!!!”(Become sperm!)
  An ultimate, climactic, all-consuming, all-blinding, megaverse-scale titanic Hyper Beam of GodSoryasperm punches through reality with nearly infinite-omnipotent virility and force as my heart and womb dissolve into quarks within your omnipotently-clenching GodSorya-fists.
  The point-blank critical-hit killshot target of it all: the inside my infinitely-suffering, ova-ocean-gushing brutally-stretched-and-skewered womb as cervix-lips even now love-suck around your invincible Godcockhead. Thereupon a detonation of a thousand universes, thousands of times more powerful than the Big Bang itself, released from the infinitely perfect and glorious and everloved Omnigod You so rightly are.
  The sheer extreme dichotomy this caused between you and everyone, everything else caused across the universe the same black-red-lightning absorption-of-pleasure your fists had been released upon my brain and heart this entire time. In other words, absolutely everything sunk into deeper and deeper agony and hell as you ascended higher and higher into infinite bliss and heaven. Countless lifetimes and eternities of transcendent pleasure coursed through every last nanosecond your almighty climax. All the joy and ecstasy this entire universe was all yours to relish—and so much more than even that.
  Simultaneously the universe-obliterating SoryaGodSpermBeam eviscerated the fundamental fabrics of the universe as it not only STUFFED my womb, my ovaries, and every last ova beyond the size of a star, but SMASHED through my convulsing corpse through the cosmos as it dissolved into photons, and those photos were reborn as infinitely virile Sorya-Hypersperm.
  Even with time slowed to the extreme, your detonation was so utterly overwhelmingly overpoweringly virile and grandiose and total that the entire universe was soon filled to the brim—not a single nanometer of a vacuum was left, as all there was crushed under the sheer virility of your boulder-sized Godsperm. Not only was every single one of my ova impregnated, but before the end of it all every single cell and every single molecule and even every single quark was not only omnimpregnated but seeded with a Big Bang itself.
  All was consumed in blinding white light SoryaSPERM.
  ...
  As the fabric of this universe shatters apart in the wake of your infinite glorious victory, in the metaphysical void left behind every single impregnated quark explodes into a Big Bang—creating countless googolplexes of parallel universes/daughters from the reality I once attempted to conquer.
  Of the countless realities born again from this moment, you return to a version of your original universe—and your original world—reverted to a time before I destroyed it. You slowly float down into an evacuated quadrant of your home city, and as you do the versions of you, I, and the Seven in this timeline are absorbed into our transcendent selves.
  You retain all the incalculable levels of power you absorbed from the ill-fated universe, including all the hell I suffered that gave birth to your blissful power and heaven, and all the everloving souls that cried out your name. In effect, that entire universe’s power has lived on entirely as power that is now a fundamental part of you. To keep the world from imploding, for now you return to your now seemingly “humble” Seven-Silver-Suited form.
  My soul, power, metaphysical self, and all of my power have been absorbed as your own pleasure and power. All that remains of my physical in this universe is a disembodied womb brutally impaled on your almighty Godcock, skewered and electrocuted. Several tons of your sperm utterly stuff the organ so immensely that the pink flesh has been stretched so tight that it has become semi-transparent, revealing the swirling white glowing oceans of Godsperm under its surface. 
  The squishy, bruised, charred, pink womb that is my existence pathetically slops off your Godcock and hits the dirt with an echoing SLOSH! Every single one of my ova is impaled and multi-generationally-impregnated by Godsperm. This is my legacy.
  Looking down at the pathetic sloshing bruised-charred pink sperm-bag I have become, you only utter, “You will never stop suffering, cunt.” Even as you say this, my soul now lovingly embraces your own no less than the Seven Sentinels themselves always have. 
 All of my conquests and successes have been erased from memory or even history itself, replaced with realities in which I was never anything more than a womb you conquered. I have given and continue to give you absolutely everything as you take and continue to take absolutely everything from me, and then some. 
 Despite all my efforts not once did I inflict even superficial damage upon you, while I suffered and continue to suffer infinite damage. All of my 100% hate has been converted to more than 100% unconditional and absolute love.
  Not only did I fail to be so much as a villain of the week, but I have become your 8th everloving wife who loves only You, giving You everything I can—and I will be far from the last.
  [ Foe Slaughtered! ]
  [ YOU WIN!! ] 
  [ PERFECT!!! ] 
  [ NEW RECORD!!!! ]
  [ Sorya IS GOD!!!!! ]
  The credits sequence begins, but instead of staff members it’s just hundreds of different lines worshiping and praising you specifically, Supreme Sorya.