CH2: Proposition

She was sweating, standing tall, and breathing heavily. Little fireworks flashed above us after she finished her little speech.

"If I go without your system, can I have something else?" I asked.

She turned her head to the side, tossing black curls everywhere. "No one has ever questioned me before. I promise our system had everything a mortal could need. You need it to get stronger." Helel said.

"I heard a lot about this task you want me to do but not what I will get in exchange," I said.

A collective gasp swept through the room at my temerity to ask.

"Isn't the system enough?" Helel asked. 

"That is the tool I apparently need to do the task; it isn't a reward or compensation for my valuable time," I said.

"How dare you? Helel is the most beautiful, charitable, and responsible person in heaven. Without her, Diablos would have already taken over the world, and humans would be slaves." A blond angel with six dark wings and six florescent white wings said.

"Easy Satanos, we have had problems with heroes in the past. A reward at the end is expected if they manage to succeed." Uriel said.

Helel still looked sad at my words.

"To think Diablos has infected not just our world but yours as well. A good deed should never require payment, for doing a good deed is payment enough. That is an ideal all heroes should live by, don't you think." Helel said.

I thought about the most disruptive thing I could possibly say to throw her off and see where this group actually stood.

"Could I fuck you in front of everyone before leaving as a sign-on bonus," I said.

The room froze until Helel smiled like a loan shark, finding a man down on his luck.

 "If that is what you want as compensation to begin this task, then I will graciously reward the hero." I froze, then. Did she just play me? "Do you want to sit on my throne while I ride you? I assure you it's a heavenly experience."

The biggest hurdle to my plans was what to ask for. Even if I went back, the world I came from was a dystopian hellscape with no future. There were too many cultures, races, and nations for there ever to be peace. That didn't mean the world I was going to be any better.

I stared down at my clothes: briches with metal plates sewn to guard my thighs, a t-shirt, and, of course, my cowboy boots. My mustache was still there; the cloning process hadn't ruined that, at least. Even my mind had been altered; I didn't feel the need to think about my Father constantly.

The point of my question was to see where the angels drew their line. As it turned out, sex wasn't off the table. There might not even be a stigma against it at all with them. Public sex wasn't even out of the question. Was it because they couldn't afford to give me anything else, or was it that they didn't want to give me anything else. Sex was free; anything that could give me a chance was not.

That being said, I might need the system in my current state.

"What if I asked for tons of points in the system instead?" I asked.

The angel lifted her bra and let her massive titties bounce out. Massive pink heavenly nipples greeted me inverted, glossy, and ready to be sucked. There was a shine to her bare skin that caught the eye. Her robe continued to drop, exposing abs, wide hips, and an hourglass figure. She placed a hand on her panties and slowly moved them aside.

"How could you say no to this?" Helel asked.