Valkyrie Weapon END - 2K18
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heroicrecordsCW for emotional climax, it has been an honor and a pleasure serving with you all
WC: 50023/50000
“Cheap! Parlor tricks! You’re all talk and now show, Weapon! Whatever form or name you take will help you not! I have conquered galaxies, the known universe, every single woman is mine, and every man will follow on my every word! I have fought more things in a day than you have in a lifetime! I will end you!” Pander screamed at me, his eyes white and empty, his body a mass of swirling dark energy as his wings spread in a tense madness, covering even the stars in their emptiness.
I shot forward in an instant and decked him upside the head with the pommel of my sword crashing down into his face, ensuring that poor insured piece of meat would bleed. He retaliated and got me back, his blow landing, crushing, with the weight of planets to it.
Too bad for him I was wielding a sword I had known a long while, and one that would counter such things, one that would be rightfully named the Star Slaying Sword, or Hoshigiri. It was time to reach for the stars, the planets, past them, to cut Pander down, and be the sword that gives life to everyone in the universe once more.
“Oh, shut up Pander. Don’t you know anything? Gjallarhorn comes before Ragnarok, you uneducated shithole. Without me preceding you and towering over you, you are nothing and cannot be heralded. Nobody here will herald you. Not a single ounce of reverence nor worship for you, coerced or free, shall come out of this place!” I screamed back.
My sword began to cut open even the very fabric of time and space itself, and each tear I made in the stars would send forth another wave of energy at Pander and allow me to wail on him and make him bleed more, his copper blood flowing past him and into the hollow nothingness of the end of time. I could sit atop galaxies and ride them into him if I so desired.
I felt like the whole universe was looking up at me, and their cheers barely registered, but they were there. I was too focused on destroying the evil before me to really give them much thought, but they were appreciated. Each one driving me harder than the last.
For womankind, I reminded myself. For womankind.
As we duked it out above, in space, our fists clashing and creating waves of energy rippling and destroying and creating stars and planets both, everyone below on Femrysca began to lose track of what was happening, the scale now too big for them to comprehend.
And at one point, in desperation and in evil both, in his cheap, cheating ways, Pander summoned his whole, complete universal armada, with countless millions of ships backing him up at once, his voice echoing as it laughed at me.
I just laughed back.
“What, you think those toys can do anything to me? I am the Yggdrasil Weapon now, you fucking tool!” I grinned as I just took Hoshigiri and cut through them from where I stood, aiming behind Pander once more just to take out most of them at once, the millions of ships exploding into lights that would birth stars for years to come. And before he could send anymore, I could sense exactly where in the universe they were patrolling and I could reach them, cutting them down before they could even be considered as reinforcements.
I sneered at him and dared him to draw his sword.
“You’ve nothing left but yourself. This is the mess you’ve made, Pander. You should have known better than to challenge me. Challenge Femrysca. Challenge the dumb one. Because here I am, still stupid enough to not know when to quit, my poor thickheaded brain too dull to comprehend the magnitude of this all right now, not wanting to process it until later.” I took steps towards him to force him to draw his sword. “I told you it was your fatal mistake to challenge the loud, dumb, showy one. The one too fucking dense to quite get yet that this is a universe full of women cheering me on.”
“Y-You...” Pander drew his sword and swiped at me, and at once we were locked again, sword to sword, pushing off and the opposing energies drawn off it exploding in a fury and swirling between us before dissolving. “You weren’t supposed to get this far! How did you? Every single one of my plans, every single soldier, everything, even now, even equipped with the Gotterdamerung and becoming Armageddon itself, you defy me!”
“No shit, Pander. You look shocked. Your voice is gnarled with hatred and confusion. Your sword is shaking. You doubt yourself for the first time since your spree began. Of course there had to be an opposing force to you somewhere in this universe, you just lucked out until you ran across me.” I sneered and clashed swords between taunts and screams.
“I am not… You will not confuse me! You have enraged me and I will have you choke on my blade and die! Die, die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die! I hate you! I HATE YOU! THE HATE I FEEL FOR YOU IS UNFATHOMABLY DEEP, WEAPON!” his body surged with power in ugly ways, muscles bulging badly and veins popping as he lost sight of himself and his power, turning finally into the ugliest form imaginable, his voice warped and waning both. He had poisoned himself on his own hate and turned into the very image of the ugliness he was spreading across planets, across galaxies, across the universe.
“Don’t you get it Pander?” I sighed as I reached for my katana and began to calmly get away from all of his blows, all of them more erratic than the last, becoming more and more predictable. “Love wins. Hatred doesn’t. It never has, and never will. Your bigotries have always been the losing side, and here, today, it shall finally be put to rest.”
“I… I Am… aM gOiNiG ToeeeOO DESSStrroeyYYy YOUeee YOUEEr STUPiIDdr VAAlkryrea…” his words began to mutate, his form barely able to communicate anymore, vomiting blood and magic both all over himself like a berserker.
“No. Not today Pander. Not now, not ever.” I knocked him back into one of the twisted planets our opposing magics had formed and watched it explode as he impacted it, his bulging and veined throat almost choking his breathing as he roared an incoherent threat.
“This is the end of the line for you. You wanna go at it? Full throttle? Get it out of your system entirely? Well, today’s your lucky day, because if anyone needs to be sent to any kind of rehabilitation, it’s you.”
I flicked the shrapnel from the ships off my sword and began to twirl it around and scream more at him, pushing forth and back more and more, and my free hand finally latched hold of his face and I slammed him to a celestial wall, cutting open the fabric of space and time again and shoving him through it to where we could really go without fear of hurting anyone else.
Just us, at what could be entropy for all I know. And I decided to match Pander in form, but instead of something bulging and ugly, I came out nothing less than godly and perfect, both of us large enough to contain our own universe in us now as we really began to duke it out, just taking each others blows one by one and not feeling a thing, our bodies still reacting as if it we did and pushing each other into empty, twisted planets and burning each other on the stars we built and the galaxies that tried to spin forth rapidly off them. This is what happens when you have two opposing magics striking at each other constantly. We were nothing short of a recipe for creation and extermination both, and the stuff that comes off that kind of reaction is never stable, outside of being used as a weapon.
I roared and let my wings carry me in speeds unheard of or yet to be calculated by anyone anywhere, spewing a glowing stream that only showed up long after I passed that area, dive bombing into Pander over and over, just walloping him and beating the crap out of his visage, he himself giving chase until we were nothing more than two fast particles, clashing, whole galaxies dying and beginning at our hand. In this area of time and space where all and nothing are one is what everyone’s history would remember as the end of the line for Pander.
You can’t survive on hate. You just can’t. Hate rots. Bigotry eats you up from the inside. The paranoia and loathing and ignorance born of it destroy your mind and make you nothing but unimaginable filth. The ideas that would come out of his mouth would know no more ears, and his hands would know no more destruction or raping or pillaging. His body would know not any pleasure anymore, and his defeat would herald in an age of womanhood that womankind never knew imaginable.
Love wins. Love may hurt more than hate sometimes but it also heals more completely. And as the Yggdrasil Weapon, as Lif and Lifthrasir, that was exactly what I was about to do.
“Pander...” I began as I grabbed hold of his throat at last, both of us galactic beings bruised and battered, squeezing him so he couldn’t talk, forcing him to cough up all of his hatred and dark magic, weakening him as my hand burned the rainbow brilliance that I was into his body. I was the living prism reflecting life into him and my body and mind both knew this was it.
I had to make this count.
“I am a being born of the brilliance of the ten thousand armed creator goddess who can strum a song and out come the very galaxies we are born in. I am a strand of her hair, I am her voice, I am the herald of all of her daughters and wives and sisters and aunts. You, you are nothing more than your own mess, your own paranoid delusions. You wish you were evil, but you’re just selfish. Selfish and petty.”
I continued, because this was my victory and I wanted to monologue as much as I cared to. He did it to me, he gets to listen to this.
“That’s why it’s time to let go.”
“Ghk…… V-Valk….. VALkeeldhjryayrr….. Howeea… Dareees… Youueue….”
“It’s over, Pander. You lost. Your Empire has met its end. With no armada left, no nothing, any planet that had anyone patrolling it now free, it shall crumble, and your castle down on Femrysca shall be destroyed and the lands renewed.”
I took a good look in his eyes and grinned.
“As for you, you are being sent to rehabilitation.”
“N-No… Ratherrr.rs…. Would… Pleakjsee.. Jsuet kilelllll meeeeeIIY…” Pander tried to beg.
But with one final squeeze, he screamed, sputtered, and into the endless sky he vomited all the pain and misery out of him, my shimmering endless magic driving it out and destroyed as much as it could be. We ejected our spaceship suits and went back to just us.
I knocked the regular Pander upside the head, rendering him unconscious and carrying him over my shoulder as I boarded the reformed Gjallarhorn and threw the knocked out Pander onto my bow and jumped onto the Gotterdammerung, shoving Hoshigiri in its engine and letting the whole thing crack, running aboard my ship and dragging Pander’s limp body into the cockpit with me, backing up to face the sputtering Gotterdammerung and firing everything I could into it, destroying it once and for all. If nothing else, the armada was now without its flagship, which usually notes I destroyed that military once and for all.
“I can’t believe I’m sparing you, but it’s what the one known as both Lif and Lifthrasir would do. Besides, you’re going to absolutely love my idea I got for you.” I spoke to Pander, knowing full well he was passed out and probably wouldn’t wake until he was back on Femrysca and tied up. As I sailed past the planets I had liberated from Pander’s grasp, I heard the voices over my intercom, all of them hailing me as the greatest of all time, the liberator, the harbinger of happiness and the bearer of babes. All of them would note me down in their history books and build statues of me in time.
I thought about the whole thing, the whole wild trip on the way back home, letting the Gjallarhorn cruise a bit as I put the knocked out Pander into a nice, tight bind, using ropes and chains imbued with my magic, the rainbows sure to keep him in place, and sat him up, slapping him until he woke up. I wanted my dumb smile to be the first thing he saw, the shame and anger apparent in his face, his eyes reflecting an exhaustion, almost as if he was severely hungover.
I woke up here to three goddesses hovering over me, fingering me, enchanting me with but a weapon that turned out to be much more than just a sword, a world filled with all kinds of women, even my own women from home, with danger and intrigue. And I go back to the world I woke up on it and the universe’s most important hero, to both women grateful to be free of the shackles of slavery and men grateful to be free of the brainwashing.
What an incredible ride it had been, and here I was, hauling back the one that caused it all like some sort of common prisoner. He deserved no more dignity than that, and death would be too kind for him. Without his treachery and his territory spanning so far, I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have become the Valkyrie Weapon nor the Yggdrasil Weapon nor any of it. You would think I would thank him for what he did and giving me this opportunity, but he did not deserve such a trophy.
It was the goddesses I had to thank, if anything. And my girls. And women. Womankind bonded together to bring this to fruition. We saved ourselves, we brought each other together inside me and in that, I found peace. I found love.
Pander woke as we neared Femrysca.
“...You won, Valkyrie.” he sounded bitter.
“Womankind did, Pander.” I replied at first. “It’s over, you know. I choked the hate out of you. You won’t ever be able to do this again. Your powers are gone and you are nothing more than a mere man now, as purple as you may be.”
“I feel sick.” he replied. “And… I guess disappointed?”
“You sound different. In a good way.”
“What did you do to me?”
“I told you. I used my magic to choke the hate out of you. By the time we descend, the men below will be back to normal, not having remembered any of this. Which is honestly for the better.”
“But… How? How did I lose?”
“You lost because you lost sight of it all, yourself, life, the universe, everything, when you let your paranoia and bigotries poison you and direct you rather than any real ambition, and your fear you could be wrong or have to learn lead you to this.”
“What are you going to do to me? Just be honest with me.”
“Rehab. But not the kind you made your generals go through. This one’s filled with healing. I want to see you try.”
“Try and what?”
“Just try life for a change, you simpleton.”
With that said and done, I began to land the Gjallarhorn down and got us both off the ship, taking my key out from my cleavage and turning it, returning the ship to its galactic resting place between the curtains of time itself, and let it change shape back into a weapon, and then toned it down even more to just the warrior I was when I started, back in Rainbow Bridge – Sword form.
I dragged Pander behind me like some sort of sack of crap, landing in front of everyone. The armies. My girls, the goddesses.
“Hey.”
I didn’t know what else to say, but that was enough to bring everyone cheering. What was left of Pander’s army coming out of their brainwashed hazes and coming to, wondering what all the fuss was about with all the screaming and cheering and partying. My girls ran up all at once and embraced me, smothering me in kisses and squeezing tight, not wanting to let go for a second.
The feeling is mutual girls.
“I told you girls I’d be back. You didn’t think I was going to lose or anything up there, now did you?”
“But you’re back… You really did it...” my girls stared in both a shade of disbelief and awe.
“You really did, Atma. We knew we chose you for a reason. Now the universe and all of womankind are free to exist once more, and no more will Pander’s bigotries poison this land.” Sheathe put her hand on me, as did Ma’amry and Annalia. They embraced me warmly and held onto me, my tired, beaten self feeling healed by this. Here it was. This was heaven. “You’re the hero we needed. You’re the hero you needed.”
It was true what they said, that all I needed to do was love myself and believe that I could overcome insurmountable hate and loathing. The fear that drove Pander to do this literally beaten out of him using nothing but my fists and love. Peace be with him finally, and it tormented him. He had no idea what to do with himself. What was this sense of actually thinking for yourself and doing the right thing good for anyways? He hated feeling it for the first time. Made him nauseated he did. He’d vomit if it weren’t for the fact I literally just choked all of that out of him.
But love. Love is all that mattered at this point. There was a time long ago all I wanted to do was martyr myself, as I thought death would make me a hero, and it would make me memorable. It turns out things don’t quite work that way around here. Around anywhere. Seeking death meant I couldn’t protect life, and until I learned to love myself, I couldn’t do much of anything else. And it took these girls, and it took them a while, to instill it in me.
And they were right all along. This wonderful, happy, glowing me was the real me, and this love I felt in this instant was beyond any other that ever existed even close to me. I felt complete. And that’s what was able to help me overcome the hatred and lifelessness that plagued Pander and his goons.
I looked up to the sky and wondered if the poor fools that made up Fenrir were looking down on me, proud. I’m sorry I didn’t outright kill your boss, but I think you’ll be happy with what he was about to do and become, after all, you regret what you did and that was exactly the kind of thing I was going to make him feel deeply.
Except for the mad scientist. Fuck that guy. He deserves every single bit of whatever Hell exists here, and may he rot in it forever more.
Other women began to surround me. The farmgirls. The guardswomen. Dwarves. Soldiers and amazons. You name it, if we met them on our journey, they were there thanking me as well.
And some had some shocking new for me.
Yeah, turns out having a magic dick kind of ensures that anything you cum in is going to become really pregnant.
“Uh...”
My harem of girls from home just began to laugh and laugh. They knew already, having been down here talking to them, and were just waiting for my reaction.
And even the spot I had cum on at the start behind the sign pointing to Tightquiver had sprouted some really nice roses and lilies both. I had no idea that was even possible. Was I going to have to cum on the whole of what was left of the Layewaiste Empire to clean it up? That’d be an interesting sight to see for everyone here, I was sure.
“So uh, did I make enough money on this quest to pay child support or what?”
I would think saving the universe’s women would come with a nice prize package worth a few galaxies worth of money that I could use for this. But you never know, I may just have to go with any gold we got from endgame grinding on our way back from the Deflowered Frontier.
But here I was, and the sun was shining, and everything felt right. It would take time to rebuild Femrysca, but they were right about it being the key to the universe.
After all, had I not just won the whole universe’s women in a bet?
“Hey Pander. You lost your bet. The women are mine. Where your castle once stood shall be my own as I go on to rule the universe from here in peace. And love. So much damn love that the floors will b permanently sticky and you’ll be stuck washing it up.” I laughed.
“...Do whatever you want. You won. Stop rubbing my face in it.”
“I’ll do what I want now that I’m the Intergalactic Overlord. Though I’m no Slavemaestro. That’s right out forever and better left to the history books. All over. They’re going to be rewritten in such a way that any woman who stumbles upon this story will want to do me and anyone else who does will want to be me! And all your statues will be replaced by ones of me, shimmering gold and red, and naked as can be.” I cackled. It felt good to be on top.
“Oh, Atma, our chosen one. You look so tired and so beaten, would you like a nice, healing rest?” Sheathe smiled at me. “You can rest with us in heaven a while. We got one last task we’d like you to do.”
She winked at me and everyone gave me a look of jealousy and surprise. How come she gets to bang the goddesses and we don’t kind of look. Like come on guys, I just saved the universe, you can bang your own goddesses when you achieve that.
With that, they carried me to heaven, and laid me down as they did when I first awoke here, stripping me of Lesbifrost and her protection for the first time since I got here, and undoing my loincloth and getting to work on me. Let’s just say each one of them lived up to their innuendo laden names and their kisses would just refill me and let me go again and again. Each time restoring a bit of my health and healing my battered body a bit, bruises and cuts dissipating slowly, save for the scars I wanted to keep, because unlike Pander, I knew chicks dig scars.
Remind me to revoke that guys’ face insurance by the way.
~*~
Time passed.
Not long. Maybe just under a year. Femrysca had been hard at work rebuilding itself and building better relationships. The men were let back in under warning not to do this again, having been told in an easy to let down kind of way what had happened, and all of them helped out tremendously, wanting to make penance for what they did under Pander’s control.
Any of the women whom I had knocked up had since given birth to daughters, strong ones, because I am the strongest. Any town I visited I would be greeted by someone who had become one of my baby mamas, and I was proud of every single one of them and would always make sure they had food and anything else secure for them.
After all, I was now the Lady Emperor of Femrysca, a fair and kind ruler, and kept the Gjallarhorn parked out back just in case. Lesbifrost remained at my side, usually in a very low key sword form, and I dressed as I always did, in but my bikini armor and loincloth. I found no need for royal clothing. My castle, known to everyone as Orgia Majora, sat happily and fairly, a simple place, meant only for me to rest in as I toured the world, getting used to going out to other planets now and again to start to rebuild the universe as well.
It wasn’t long after too that the goddesses each bore one of my own daughters too, the three of them meant for me to train as the next heroines in line just in case. They would age a bit faster than others, immortal demigoddesses in their own right, and each of them just as incredible as the other.
My girls each took subrule in their own homes and forts, becoming heroines in their own right, with their own statues built in each town, history remembering them as the Almighty Polycule, the enablers of the almighty Valkyrie Weapon and her protectors to the end, all seen as role models to everyone else in Femrysca.
As for Pander?
Well.
Last I heard or saw of him, one of the amazons got hold of him, claiming she liked bad boys, and being that much bigger and stronger meant she was the pants wearer and the breadwinner in the situation, regulating Pander to the role of extremely submissive househusband. He claimed to hate it and every second of it and would cry every day how much he regret his actions and his hatred and he was rehabilitated so please make it stop, oh almighty Atma, I’m so sorry wahh type crap. Though I was also told secretly deep down, it was overheard that he actually enjoyed this role and the being subservient for once. It was a relief to him, as much as he hated to come to terms with that.
I told you I was going to send him to rehab.
And so we come to the end of my tale of the time as the Valkyrie Weapon.
A lot has come to pass and a lot will still come to pass in Femrysca, but so long as I live and I had daughters to pass it on to, this land would be safe.
But I just want you to remember, oh brave and patient listener of this story. You have done well to make it this far.
I just have one last moral to pass on.
Be kind to others.
Love them. And say it often. You don’t know when you’ll be able to next, or ever again.
Love is precious, and love everything and everyone you can true. Don’t lose sight of it, and let it drive you, let it make you happy, and let it heal you.
Because in the end of it all.
You might just get laid.
It turns out chivalry isn’t dead after all. And it gets you mad tail.
Safe travels to you. And last but not least, thank you. Thank you so much, dear friend.
Until we meet again, lover, from Femrysca, with love.
This is the Valkyrie Weapon, Atma, signing off.
May all ladies forget their name as they scream mine.
For womankind.
Always.
THE END
WC: 50023/50000
“Cheap! Parlor tricks! You’re all talk and now show, Weapon! Whatever form or name you take will help you not! I have conquered galaxies, the known universe, every single woman is mine, and every man will follow on my every word! I have fought more things in a day than you have in a lifetime! I will end you!” Pander screamed at me, his eyes white and empty, his body a mass of swirling dark energy as his wings spread in a tense madness, covering even the stars in their emptiness.
I shot forward in an instant and decked him upside the head with the pommel of my sword crashing down into his face, ensuring that poor insured piece of meat would bleed. He retaliated and got me back, his blow landing, crushing, with the weight of planets to it.
Too bad for him I was wielding a sword I had known a long while, and one that would counter such things, one that would be rightfully named the Star Slaying Sword, or Hoshigiri. It was time to reach for the stars, the planets, past them, to cut Pander down, and be the sword that gives life to everyone in the universe once more.
“Oh, shut up Pander. Don’t you know anything? Gjallarhorn comes before Ragnarok, you uneducated shithole. Without me preceding you and towering over you, you are nothing and cannot be heralded. Nobody here will herald you. Not a single ounce of reverence nor worship for you, coerced or free, shall come out of this place!” I screamed back.
My sword began to cut open even the very fabric of time and space itself, and each tear I made in the stars would send forth another wave of energy at Pander and allow me to wail on him and make him bleed more, his copper blood flowing past him and into the hollow nothingness of the end of time. I could sit atop galaxies and ride them into him if I so desired.
I felt like the whole universe was looking up at me, and their cheers barely registered, but they were there. I was too focused on destroying the evil before me to really give them much thought, but they were appreciated. Each one driving me harder than the last.
For womankind, I reminded myself. For womankind.
As we duked it out above, in space, our fists clashing and creating waves of energy rippling and destroying and creating stars and planets both, everyone below on Femrysca began to lose track of what was happening, the scale now too big for them to comprehend.
And at one point, in desperation and in evil both, in his cheap, cheating ways, Pander summoned his whole, complete universal armada, with countless millions of ships backing him up at once, his voice echoing as it laughed at me.
I just laughed back.
“What, you think those toys can do anything to me? I am the Yggdrasil Weapon now, you fucking tool!” I grinned as I just took Hoshigiri and cut through them from where I stood, aiming behind Pander once more just to take out most of them at once, the millions of ships exploding into lights that would birth stars for years to come. And before he could send anymore, I could sense exactly where in the universe they were patrolling and I could reach them, cutting them down before they could even be considered as reinforcements.
I sneered at him and dared him to draw his sword.
“You’ve nothing left but yourself. This is the mess you’ve made, Pander. You should have known better than to challenge me. Challenge Femrysca. Challenge the dumb one. Because here I am, still stupid enough to not know when to quit, my poor thickheaded brain too dull to comprehend the magnitude of this all right now, not wanting to process it until later.” I took steps towards him to force him to draw his sword. “I told you it was your fatal mistake to challenge the loud, dumb, showy one. The one too fucking dense to quite get yet that this is a universe full of women cheering me on.”
“Y-You...” Pander drew his sword and swiped at me, and at once we were locked again, sword to sword, pushing off and the opposing energies drawn off it exploding in a fury and swirling between us before dissolving. “You weren’t supposed to get this far! How did you? Every single one of my plans, every single soldier, everything, even now, even equipped with the Gotterdamerung and becoming Armageddon itself, you defy me!”
“No shit, Pander. You look shocked. Your voice is gnarled with hatred and confusion. Your sword is shaking. You doubt yourself for the first time since your spree began. Of course there had to be an opposing force to you somewhere in this universe, you just lucked out until you ran across me.” I sneered and clashed swords between taunts and screams.
“I am not… You will not confuse me! You have enraged me and I will have you choke on my blade and die! Die, die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die! I hate you! I HATE YOU! THE HATE I FEEL FOR YOU IS UNFATHOMABLY DEEP, WEAPON!” his body surged with power in ugly ways, muscles bulging badly and veins popping as he lost sight of himself and his power, turning finally into the ugliest form imaginable, his voice warped and waning both. He had poisoned himself on his own hate and turned into the very image of the ugliness he was spreading across planets, across galaxies, across the universe.
“Don’t you get it Pander?” I sighed as I reached for my katana and began to calmly get away from all of his blows, all of them more erratic than the last, becoming more and more predictable. “Love wins. Hatred doesn’t. It never has, and never will. Your bigotries have always been the losing side, and here, today, it shall finally be put to rest.”
“I… I Am… aM gOiNiG ToeeeOO DESSStrroeyYYy YOUeee YOUEEr STUPiIDdr VAAlkryrea…” his words began to mutate, his form barely able to communicate anymore, vomiting blood and magic both all over himself like a berserker.
“No. Not today Pander. Not now, not ever.” I knocked him back into one of the twisted planets our opposing magics had formed and watched it explode as he impacted it, his bulging and veined throat almost choking his breathing as he roared an incoherent threat.
“This is the end of the line for you. You wanna go at it? Full throttle? Get it out of your system entirely? Well, today’s your lucky day, because if anyone needs to be sent to any kind of rehabilitation, it’s you.”
I flicked the shrapnel from the ships off my sword and began to twirl it around and scream more at him, pushing forth and back more and more, and my free hand finally latched hold of his face and I slammed him to a celestial wall, cutting open the fabric of space and time again and shoving him through it to where we could really go without fear of hurting anyone else.
Just us, at what could be entropy for all I know. And I decided to match Pander in form, but instead of something bulging and ugly, I came out nothing less than godly and perfect, both of us large enough to contain our own universe in us now as we really began to duke it out, just taking each others blows one by one and not feeling a thing, our bodies still reacting as if it we did and pushing each other into empty, twisted planets and burning each other on the stars we built and the galaxies that tried to spin forth rapidly off them. This is what happens when you have two opposing magics striking at each other constantly. We were nothing short of a recipe for creation and extermination both, and the stuff that comes off that kind of reaction is never stable, outside of being used as a weapon.
I roared and let my wings carry me in speeds unheard of or yet to be calculated by anyone anywhere, spewing a glowing stream that only showed up long after I passed that area, dive bombing into Pander over and over, just walloping him and beating the crap out of his visage, he himself giving chase until we were nothing more than two fast particles, clashing, whole galaxies dying and beginning at our hand. In this area of time and space where all and nothing are one is what everyone’s history would remember as the end of the line for Pander.
You can’t survive on hate. You just can’t. Hate rots. Bigotry eats you up from the inside. The paranoia and loathing and ignorance born of it destroy your mind and make you nothing but unimaginable filth. The ideas that would come out of his mouth would know no more ears, and his hands would know no more destruction or raping or pillaging. His body would know not any pleasure anymore, and his defeat would herald in an age of womanhood that womankind never knew imaginable.
Love wins. Love may hurt more than hate sometimes but it also heals more completely. And as the Yggdrasil Weapon, as Lif and Lifthrasir, that was exactly what I was about to do.
“Pander...” I began as I grabbed hold of his throat at last, both of us galactic beings bruised and battered, squeezing him so he couldn’t talk, forcing him to cough up all of his hatred and dark magic, weakening him as my hand burned the rainbow brilliance that I was into his body. I was the living prism reflecting life into him and my body and mind both knew this was it.
I had to make this count.
“I am a being born of the brilliance of the ten thousand armed creator goddess who can strum a song and out come the very galaxies we are born in. I am a strand of her hair, I am her voice, I am the herald of all of her daughters and wives and sisters and aunts. You, you are nothing more than your own mess, your own paranoid delusions. You wish you were evil, but you’re just selfish. Selfish and petty.”
I continued, because this was my victory and I wanted to monologue as much as I cared to. He did it to me, he gets to listen to this.
“That’s why it’s time to let go.”
“Ghk…… V-Valk….. VALkeeldhjryayrr….. Howeea… Dareees… Youueue….”
“It’s over, Pander. You lost. Your Empire has met its end. With no armada left, no nothing, any planet that had anyone patrolling it now free, it shall crumble, and your castle down on Femrysca shall be destroyed and the lands renewed.”
I took a good look in his eyes and grinned.
“As for you, you are being sent to rehabilitation.”
“N-No… Ratherrr.rs…. Would… Pleakjsee.. Jsuet kilelllll meeeeeIIY…” Pander tried to beg.
But with one final squeeze, he screamed, sputtered, and into the endless sky he vomited all the pain and misery out of him, my shimmering endless magic driving it out and destroyed as much as it could be. We ejected our spaceship suits and went back to just us.
I knocked the regular Pander upside the head, rendering him unconscious and carrying him over my shoulder as I boarded the reformed Gjallarhorn and threw the knocked out Pander onto my bow and jumped onto the Gotterdammerung, shoving Hoshigiri in its engine and letting the whole thing crack, running aboard my ship and dragging Pander’s limp body into the cockpit with me, backing up to face the sputtering Gotterdammerung and firing everything I could into it, destroying it once and for all. If nothing else, the armada was now without its flagship, which usually notes I destroyed that military once and for all.
“I can’t believe I’m sparing you, but it’s what the one known as both Lif and Lifthrasir would do. Besides, you’re going to absolutely love my idea I got for you.” I spoke to Pander, knowing full well he was passed out and probably wouldn’t wake until he was back on Femrysca and tied up. As I sailed past the planets I had liberated from Pander’s grasp, I heard the voices over my intercom, all of them hailing me as the greatest of all time, the liberator, the harbinger of happiness and the bearer of babes. All of them would note me down in their history books and build statues of me in time.
I thought about the whole thing, the whole wild trip on the way back home, letting the Gjallarhorn cruise a bit as I put the knocked out Pander into a nice, tight bind, using ropes and chains imbued with my magic, the rainbows sure to keep him in place, and sat him up, slapping him until he woke up. I wanted my dumb smile to be the first thing he saw, the shame and anger apparent in his face, his eyes reflecting an exhaustion, almost as if he was severely hungover.
I woke up here to three goddesses hovering over me, fingering me, enchanting me with but a weapon that turned out to be much more than just a sword, a world filled with all kinds of women, even my own women from home, with danger and intrigue. And I go back to the world I woke up on it and the universe’s most important hero, to both women grateful to be free of the shackles of slavery and men grateful to be free of the brainwashing.
What an incredible ride it had been, and here I was, hauling back the one that caused it all like some sort of common prisoner. He deserved no more dignity than that, and death would be too kind for him. Without his treachery and his territory spanning so far, I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t have become the Valkyrie Weapon nor the Yggdrasil Weapon nor any of it. You would think I would thank him for what he did and giving me this opportunity, but he did not deserve such a trophy.
It was the goddesses I had to thank, if anything. And my girls. And women. Womankind bonded together to bring this to fruition. We saved ourselves, we brought each other together inside me and in that, I found peace. I found love.
Pander woke as we neared Femrysca.
“...You won, Valkyrie.” he sounded bitter.
“Womankind did, Pander.” I replied at first. “It’s over, you know. I choked the hate out of you. You won’t ever be able to do this again. Your powers are gone and you are nothing more than a mere man now, as purple as you may be.”
“I feel sick.” he replied. “And… I guess disappointed?”
“You sound different. In a good way.”
“What did you do to me?”
“I told you. I used my magic to choke the hate out of you. By the time we descend, the men below will be back to normal, not having remembered any of this. Which is honestly for the better.”
“But… How? How did I lose?”
“You lost because you lost sight of it all, yourself, life, the universe, everything, when you let your paranoia and bigotries poison you and direct you rather than any real ambition, and your fear you could be wrong or have to learn lead you to this.”
“What are you going to do to me? Just be honest with me.”
“Rehab. But not the kind you made your generals go through. This one’s filled with healing. I want to see you try.”
“Try and what?”
“Just try life for a change, you simpleton.”
With that said and done, I began to land the Gjallarhorn down and got us both off the ship, taking my key out from my cleavage and turning it, returning the ship to its galactic resting place between the curtains of time itself, and let it change shape back into a weapon, and then toned it down even more to just the warrior I was when I started, back in Rainbow Bridge – Sword form.
I dragged Pander behind me like some sort of sack of crap, landing in front of everyone. The armies. My girls, the goddesses.
“Hey.”
I didn’t know what else to say, but that was enough to bring everyone cheering. What was left of Pander’s army coming out of their brainwashed hazes and coming to, wondering what all the fuss was about with all the screaming and cheering and partying. My girls ran up all at once and embraced me, smothering me in kisses and squeezing tight, not wanting to let go for a second.
The feeling is mutual girls.
“I told you girls I’d be back. You didn’t think I was going to lose or anything up there, now did you?”
“But you’re back… You really did it...” my girls stared in both a shade of disbelief and awe.
“You really did, Atma. We knew we chose you for a reason. Now the universe and all of womankind are free to exist once more, and no more will Pander’s bigotries poison this land.” Sheathe put her hand on me, as did Ma’amry and Annalia. They embraced me warmly and held onto me, my tired, beaten self feeling healed by this. Here it was. This was heaven. “You’re the hero we needed. You’re the hero you needed.”
It was true what they said, that all I needed to do was love myself and believe that I could overcome insurmountable hate and loathing. The fear that drove Pander to do this literally beaten out of him using nothing but my fists and love. Peace be with him finally, and it tormented him. He had no idea what to do with himself. What was this sense of actually thinking for yourself and doing the right thing good for anyways? He hated feeling it for the first time. Made him nauseated he did. He’d vomit if it weren’t for the fact I literally just choked all of that out of him.
But love. Love is all that mattered at this point. There was a time long ago all I wanted to do was martyr myself, as I thought death would make me a hero, and it would make me memorable. It turns out things don’t quite work that way around here. Around anywhere. Seeking death meant I couldn’t protect life, and until I learned to love myself, I couldn’t do much of anything else. And it took these girls, and it took them a while, to instill it in me.
And they were right all along. This wonderful, happy, glowing me was the real me, and this love I felt in this instant was beyond any other that ever existed even close to me. I felt complete. And that’s what was able to help me overcome the hatred and lifelessness that plagued Pander and his goons.
I looked up to the sky and wondered if the poor fools that made up Fenrir were looking down on me, proud. I’m sorry I didn’t outright kill your boss, but I think you’ll be happy with what he was about to do and become, after all, you regret what you did and that was exactly the kind of thing I was going to make him feel deeply.
Except for the mad scientist. Fuck that guy. He deserves every single bit of whatever Hell exists here, and may he rot in it forever more.
Other women began to surround me. The farmgirls. The guardswomen. Dwarves. Soldiers and amazons. You name it, if we met them on our journey, they were there thanking me as well.
And some had some shocking new for me.
Yeah, turns out having a magic dick kind of ensures that anything you cum in is going to become really pregnant.
“Uh...”
My harem of girls from home just began to laugh and laugh. They knew already, having been down here talking to them, and were just waiting for my reaction.
And even the spot I had cum on at the start behind the sign pointing to Tightquiver had sprouted some really nice roses and lilies both. I had no idea that was even possible. Was I going to have to cum on the whole of what was left of the Layewaiste Empire to clean it up? That’d be an interesting sight to see for everyone here, I was sure.
“So uh, did I make enough money on this quest to pay child support or what?”
I would think saving the universe’s women would come with a nice prize package worth a few galaxies worth of money that I could use for this. But you never know, I may just have to go with any gold we got from endgame grinding on our way back from the Deflowered Frontier.
But here I was, and the sun was shining, and everything felt right. It would take time to rebuild Femrysca, but they were right about it being the key to the universe.
After all, had I not just won the whole universe’s women in a bet?
“Hey Pander. You lost your bet. The women are mine. Where your castle once stood shall be my own as I go on to rule the universe from here in peace. And love. So much damn love that the floors will b permanently sticky and you’ll be stuck washing it up.” I laughed.
“...Do whatever you want. You won. Stop rubbing my face in it.”
“I’ll do what I want now that I’m the Intergalactic Overlord. Though I’m no Slavemaestro. That’s right out forever and better left to the history books. All over. They’re going to be rewritten in such a way that any woman who stumbles upon this story will want to do me and anyone else who does will want to be me! And all your statues will be replaced by ones of me, shimmering gold and red, and naked as can be.” I cackled. It felt good to be on top.
“Oh, Atma, our chosen one. You look so tired and so beaten, would you like a nice, healing rest?” Sheathe smiled at me. “You can rest with us in heaven a while. We got one last task we’d like you to do.”
She winked at me and everyone gave me a look of jealousy and surprise. How come she gets to bang the goddesses and we don’t kind of look. Like come on guys, I just saved the universe, you can bang your own goddesses when you achieve that.
With that, they carried me to heaven, and laid me down as they did when I first awoke here, stripping me of Lesbifrost and her protection for the first time since I got here, and undoing my loincloth and getting to work on me. Let’s just say each one of them lived up to their innuendo laden names and their kisses would just refill me and let me go again and again. Each time restoring a bit of my health and healing my battered body a bit, bruises and cuts dissipating slowly, save for the scars I wanted to keep, because unlike Pander, I knew chicks dig scars.
Remind me to revoke that guys’ face insurance by the way.
~*~
Time passed.
Not long. Maybe just under a year. Femrysca had been hard at work rebuilding itself and building better relationships. The men were let back in under warning not to do this again, having been told in an easy to let down kind of way what had happened, and all of them helped out tremendously, wanting to make penance for what they did under Pander’s control.
Any of the women whom I had knocked up had since given birth to daughters, strong ones, because I am the strongest. Any town I visited I would be greeted by someone who had become one of my baby mamas, and I was proud of every single one of them and would always make sure they had food and anything else secure for them.
After all, I was now the Lady Emperor of Femrysca, a fair and kind ruler, and kept the Gjallarhorn parked out back just in case. Lesbifrost remained at my side, usually in a very low key sword form, and I dressed as I always did, in but my bikini armor and loincloth. I found no need for royal clothing. My castle, known to everyone as Orgia Majora, sat happily and fairly, a simple place, meant only for me to rest in as I toured the world, getting used to going out to other planets now and again to start to rebuild the universe as well.
It wasn’t long after too that the goddesses each bore one of my own daughters too, the three of them meant for me to train as the next heroines in line just in case. They would age a bit faster than others, immortal demigoddesses in their own right, and each of them just as incredible as the other.
My girls each took subrule in their own homes and forts, becoming heroines in their own right, with their own statues built in each town, history remembering them as the Almighty Polycule, the enablers of the almighty Valkyrie Weapon and her protectors to the end, all seen as role models to everyone else in Femrysca.
As for Pander?
Well.
Last I heard or saw of him, one of the amazons got hold of him, claiming she liked bad boys, and being that much bigger and stronger meant she was the pants wearer and the breadwinner in the situation, regulating Pander to the role of extremely submissive househusband. He claimed to hate it and every second of it and would cry every day how much he regret his actions and his hatred and he was rehabilitated so please make it stop, oh almighty Atma, I’m so sorry wahh type crap. Though I was also told secretly deep down, it was overheard that he actually enjoyed this role and the being subservient for once. It was a relief to him, as much as he hated to come to terms with that.
I told you I was going to send him to rehab.
And so we come to the end of my tale of the time as the Valkyrie Weapon.
A lot has come to pass and a lot will still come to pass in Femrysca, but so long as I live and I had daughters to pass it on to, this land would be safe.
But I just want you to remember, oh brave and patient listener of this story. You have done well to make it this far.
I just have one last moral to pass on.
Be kind to others.
Love them. And say it often. You don’t know when you’ll be able to next, or ever again.
Love is precious, and love everything and everyone you can true. Don’t lose sight of it, and let it drive you, let it make you happy, and let it heal you.
Because in the end of it all.
You might just get laid.
It turns out chivalry isn’t dead after all. And it gets you mad tail.
Safe travels to you. And last but not least, thank you. Thank you so much, dear friend.
Until we meet again, lover, from Femrysca, with love.
This is the Valkyrie Weapon, Atma, signing off.
May all ladies forget their name as they scream mine.
For womankind.
Always.