Leaving Earth part 5 (R-18+)

William sat on the throne while Peter pressed his face against the display as their ship ascended from Earth's atmosphere. The speed at which they climbed left Peter flabbergasted, unable to comprehend it with his scientific mindset.

They approached the recently scarred surface of the moon in a matter of seconds and landed within one of the recently created craters.

Peter was filled with excitement; he had never been to the moon before, and his new suit offered limited protection from the vacuum and radiation of space. He immediately moved to William as he descended from the central throne.

"Go have some fun, I have some things to do before we truly get going!" William said, waving Peter away.

Peter nodded in excitement before rushing to the doors leading outside, which opened up shortly after depressurizing the room and revealing the brilliant blue marble of Earth in the distance.

"OH WOW!" Peter's eyes went wide due to the sheer wonder and beauty of his home planet and the surrounding space.

Using the ship as a platform, he jumped as far as he could into the distance, "WOOOOHOOOOO!" Peter's synthesized voice came out through the radio function of his helmet.

As this was happening, William was walking toward a room labeled armory when the door opened to a large and largely empty room with a series of empty displays, but the walls were reinforced to handle heat and energy of an ungodly level as well as prevent sound from escaping.

With a slow exhale, William extended his hand.

"Come forth."

The very fabric of space twisted at his command, rippling outward as a gaping void tore open before him. From the depths of his System Space, something ancient and monstrous stirred. A dreadful pressure flooded the armory, setting the metal walls groaning in protest.

Then, it fell.

The Omega Forge dropped from the rift like a meteor crashing to a barren world, slamming onto the reinforced flooring with a cataclysmic BOOM! A violent shockwave erupted from the impact, hurling loose weapons from their racks and sending a blast of searing heat howling through the chamber. The air warped, trembling under the sheer presence of the forge's power.

For a moment, everything burned crimson.

William remained motionless as the heat washed over him, his cloak billowing under the pressure. His Saiyan-Viltrumite hybrid body was more than resilient enough to withstand the infernal heat, but the sheer weight of the Omega Effect radiating from the forge made even his muscles tense instinctively.

As the turbulence settled, the forge stood towering before him, a dark, monolithic structure of Necrostone, its blackened surface laced with veins of pulsating red energy, like molten blood running through the cracks of a dying world.

At its center, the crucible churned with Omega Fire, the liquid energy twisting and writhing as if alive, lashing out in serpentine arcs before settling into an ominous, slow pulse.

Chains of dark matter rattled and coiled around its base, struggling against unseen restraints, their eerie glow flickering in defiance. Above, the titanic hammering plates loomed, their engraved sigils distorting the very space around them. With a single motion, they could fall and reshape matter at its most fundamental level, unmaking and reforging reality itself.

William's lips curled into a smirk.

"Now that's more like it."

William reached into his system space once more, his fingers passing through the void as he pulled forth three legendary weapons, each carrying a history of battle and power untamed. The first was a double-sided spear forged from volcanic metal, its surface dark and pitted with the scars of countless battles. Though the forge's glow reflected in its edges, the weapon had long lost the brilliant luster it once held in its prime. Yet, beneath its worn exterior, a deep hum resonated, a faint echo of its former might, waiting to be reborn.

The second weapon, in stark contrast, shimmered like a sliver of divine fury. Shaped like a jagged lightning bolt, it pulsed with celestial energy, the sacred bronze from which it was crafted refusing to be subdued by the forge's hungry flames. Sparks leapt from its form, crackling defiantly, as if the weapon itself resented its dormant state.

And then there was the Thunder-Spire.

William's grip tightened around the smooth, polished surface of the living weapon. It had been with him the longest, its Uru-infused wood whispering in silent recognition of its master's touch. Unlike the others, this spear had grown alongside him, evolving with each battle, each victory. Now, at the cusp of its ultimate transformation, William could feel the semi-sentient awareness within the weapon stirring, yearning.

"With this upgrade, you'll finally become something beyond mere steel and lightning… a true living force," he murmured, placing the three weapons atop the flat, rune-etched anvil.

The Omega Forge roared to life.

A violent rush of heat and raw power flooded the chamber, making the very air tremble with anticipation. Above, enormous hammers crafted from pure Omega Matter groaned, their joints igniting with crimson energy as they prepared for the monumental task ahead. Molten rivers of energy surged beneath the anvil, channeling the essence of destruction and creation into a single, concentrated point.

[Omega Forge – Commence Fusion]

The words materialized before William's vision, and with a steady breath, he confirmed the command.

BOOM!

The first hammer struck.

A single, deafening ring echoed through the chamber as the weapons disintegrated into radiant streams of raw power. One flared a vibrant green, the essence of life entwined with the living roots of the Thunder-Spire. Another shimmered an electrified blue, its celestial fury barely contained within the crackling plasma of its core. The final one blazed a sinister red, the volcanic metal's destructive might pulsing like the embers of an extinguished world.

The energies clashed violently, refusing to yield. The forge's flames pressed them together, forcing them into an inescapable crucible where light, darkness, and the divine waged war for dominance. Bolts of energy crackled between them, space itself distorting from the sheer magnitude of their combined force.

At first, they repelled one another like magnetic poles in defiance of fusion. But the forge did not tolerate division.

Heat intensified. Pressure mounted. The warring forces compressed further, drawn together by an unseen will. The moment they touched—

A new form emerged.

A long, magnificent shaft, forged from the impossible union of Uru, celestial bronze, and volcanic darksteel, took shape in the heart of the forge. It pulsed with a primordial energy, its weight distorting the very fabric of reality around it. At both ends, twin spearheads materialized—one gleaming like a star on the verge of supernova, the other darker than the abyss itself. Life and Death. Creation and Destruction. Light and Dark.

The newly forged weapon pulsed with such raw intensity that the surrounding air screamed as it sliced through space, effortlessly parting the swirling Omega energy like a blade through silk.

William took a step forward, his breath steady, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Before him lay something beyond a mere weapon.

It was power incarnate.

It was his.

A sudden voice, sweet yet commanding, rang out from nowhere, reverberating through the forge with an ethereal resonance. "M... MASTER!"

Before William could fully process the source, a brilliant glow enveloped the newly forged spear, illuminating the chamber in a cascade of iridescent hues. From the very heart of the weapon, a figure emerged, a young woman adorned in a unique blend of Asgardian and Olympian attire. The elegant drape of her garments blended the divine craftsmanship of both pantheons, shimmering like woven stardust.

Her hair, an enchanting fusion of midnight black and radiant gold, cascaded down her back, shifting like a living flame. But it was her eyes that captivated William the most, iridescent orbs of ever-changing colors, oscillating between crimson, cerulean, and molten gold, reflecting her very essence as a being of converged divinities.

She knelt before him with profound reverence, hands pressed over her chest as if to contain the raw energy surging within her. "Master, please... grant me a name!" Her voice carried both eagerness and devotion, an innocent plea intertwined with an unbreakable bond.

William took a moment to observe her, feeling the sheer magnitude of power she exuded. This was no mere spirit, she was a true celestial entity born of his will, an extension of his strength, his legacy. He contemplated the perfect name for her, something worthy of her newfound existence.

At last, he spoke with quiet authority. "I name you... Zarielle."

A rush of overwhelming joy rippled through Zarielle. The moment the name left his lips, golden sigils flared to life around her, weaving through the air in an intricate celestial dance. She gasped, absorbing the weight of her identity, before her form dissolved into radiant energy. With a joyful giggle that echoed through their bond, she reentered the spear.

The weapon immediately sprang to life, spinning through the forge like a sentient comet. Lightning, no, something far more potent, crackled along its shaft, reacting to the fusion of divine metals and celestial forces. William could feel Zarielle's sheer delight through their connection, her playful energy coursing through the weapon as it weaved effortlessly through the air before returning to his waiting grasp.

"Hehehe! I love it, Master! Thank you!" Though her words were silent to the world, they resounded within him, vibrant and filled with gratitude.

William smirked, admiring the perfected weapon in his hand. The moment he infused his energy into it, the spear responded like an extension of his very soul, thrumming with boundless potential. With a flick of his wrist, it hovered mid-air, pulsating with raw cosmic power, its very presence warping the space around it.

Deciding to test its capabilities further, he reached into his inner reservoir and called upon the Reality Stone's energy. As his fingertips glowed with a deep, crimson light, he traced the edge of the spear's twin tips. The energy seeped into the celestial weapon like a drop of blood vanishing into an ocean, yet its effects were immediate. The spear's edge gleamed with a predatory hunger, resonating with the very fabric of existence.

Without hesitation, he thrust it forward. The moment the tip met open space, reality itself unraveled before him, torn apart like fragile parchment. A rift bloomed in the air, pulsing with an eerie glow, beckoning him toward the unknown.

William took a single step through the rift, and the world around him shifted.

"WENG!" The portal yawned open above planet Gravitas, its swirling energy dispersing like mist upon his arrival. The massive celestial body loomed below, untouched and serene, its gravitational pulse subtly calling to him. He floated effortlessly within the stratosphere, holding his newly forged spear aloft.

With a simple motion, he pointed the spear downward. Instantly, it reacted to his will, surging forward like a living comet, dragging William behind it with exhilarating speed. The dense atmosphere split apart in his wake, the very air parting in reverence to the celestial force he now wielded. Below, the pristine landscape of Gravitas awaited, its untouched terrain soon to bear witness to the might of its new sovereign.

Below on the planet Myrina was resting after another day of hunting and surviving on this planet that seemed to bear no sentient life, she once again pressed her fingers against the spot where she used to have Darkseid's symbol seared into her flesh.

"What the hell happened and where the hell am I?" She said looking to the sky just as a sharp comet was descending from space to the planet below catching her attention as this is the first time such a thing has happened since she woke up.

"Whoosh!" Using her Amazonian strength and speed she swiftly approached the zone where the comet fell just in time to see it land and she skidded to a stop when she saw it was a person holding a spear.

Her eyes squinted and she hid, she wasnt sure if the man was friend, foe or something in between but he turned his head directly into her direction causing her a moment of panic before he flickered out of existence.

"W... What?" She asked while looking around for the man to see if he was approaching.

"Hello my name is William. nice to meet you in less deadly circumstances!" A voice was heard directly behind her, causing her to reactively throw a strong punch to the face of the man.

"CRACK!" The sound of bones breaking was heard as Myrina collapsed due to the pain in her hand.

"AHHH!" she let out a hot breath resisting the pain and yelled, "WHO THE HELL'S ARE YOU!"

William smiled at her despite the solid punch he had received and reintroduced himself, "Like I said before, my name is William and I am the owner of this planet!"

"What happened to Lord Darkseid!" she asked, touching the formerly seared flesh on her face that has since regained its smoothness.

"I slew him!" He said matter-of-factly earning him a disbelieving glare from the woman before her eyes caught onto a certain material within the spear and stood agape!

"Y... Y... You really did it!" Tears welled up in her eyes and the woman fell to her knee's.

William approached the woman and held out his hand to her, "You are free now if you wish but I would love it if you would join me on my journey!"

Myrina shook her head with tears falling continuously before getting on one knee and pressing her hand to her breast, "I hereby declare my lifelong servitude to Master William as I am forever grateful that I am no longer under Darkseid's despotic heel!"

William was shaken by the words and froze in place, "Of course I'll accept you but you don't have to serve me I'm not a lord!" he finally said.

Myrina shook her head and began approaching William on all fours and approached his nether regions while maintaining eye contact.

"You may not be a lord but you ARE my lord!" she said before clutching onto his bulge with both hands.

"GULP!" 

An audible gulp was heard by Myrina who took it as affirmation and began removing William's pants revealing his cock as it was just beginning to react to her actions.

"Kiss, Kiss!" She began kissing his cock causing it to quickly stand on attention making a proud smirk appear on Myrina's face.

"I still got it!" She said, reminiscing on her thousands of years of life!