C69 Psionic Ragnarok

Because she stormed out.

A 180 centimeter tall, two thirds green, one third golden haired, two thirds black, one third green eyed former g*dess of healing, her service uniform all ripped In places from her growth spurt.

Catherine. Fully awakened. And before I could even react.

THUD!

The crazy b*tch of a woman tackled me to the ground with a force she shouldn't have possessed for another year.

My back slammed against the floor, knocking the air from my lungs, but before I could curse her out. She grabbed my jaw, yanked my face up, and then.

Her lips crashed into mine. This wasn't a kiss. This was a g*ddamn invasion. Her tongue forced its way past my lips, her iron grip holding my face in place.

What the f*ck?! I should have resisted, should have shoved her off, should have. But I didn't. Because I recognized this.

This was Catherine Belmont. The woman who had stood by the MC through life, death, and beyond. The woman the MC had loved, lost, and destroyed galaxies for.

And her scent, that same, intoxicating mix of steel, gunpowder, and something uniquely hers slammed into the former MCs now mines senses like a sledgehammer.

By the time we both ran out of breath, she pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting our lips.

I stared into her eyes. She stared into mine. And then...

"You f*cking nutjob!"

She barked, her voice laced with fury.

"Who the hell told you to go and almost destroy the whole universe for us?!"

And in that moment, everything clicked.

F*CK YOU, ERC! THAT'S A FULLY AWAKENED CATHERINE BELMONT IN THE FLESH! THIS IS GOING TO SCREW UP THE PLOT ROYALLY!

I barely had time to process before she snapped again, eyes flashing with raw psionic energy.

"Why didn't you wake up earlier and let me be a w*hre in this life?!"

She demanded, her grip still firm on my jaw. I barely had time to blink before her hand shot downward and grabbed my damn pants.

"Mmhmmm,"

I grunted, tensing as she pressed herself against me. Her fingers twitched, lingering, her body heat bleeding through the fabric. And I knew that look. I knew exactly what was coming.

That's because I thought the plot would be more dramatic.

I muttered in my mind, feeling a cold sweat drop slide down my temple.

Plus, I couldn't exactly write about a t**nagers partaking In s*x, d*gs, and rock and roll could I? i would get an Instant ban.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"And how many holes did you put this thing into exactly, you g*ddamn s*x addict?"

She barked. Before I could even answer, she moved and saddled my damn lap.

"F*ck"

I cursed out loud as she pushed down, her hips pressing into me, her breath hot against my skin. Both of us groaned at the contact. Her body trembled, her muscles tightening, her psionic aura flaring around her.

And in that moment I knew. She wasn't just Catherine Belmont. She was every memory, every emotion, every piece of her soul, fully restored.

Her hair, her eyes, her voice, her rage, her love. Everything. She was whole again. And as she moved just like that time, back when I was in a coma with my battle brothers absolutely going bonkers during our forced ghost vacation, I realized in what utter cluster f*ck of galactic proportions I got myself Into.

F*ck me and my life...

...

A few hours of Intense rutting later...

The room smelled of sweat, s*x, and faint traces of psionic energy still crackling in the air.

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying and failing to steady my breathing while pulling my pants back on.

My usual ironclad endurance had been completely shattered by the crazy woman still styling her hair in front of the mirror.

Catherine Belmont. The same she wolf who had just milked me dry like a damn succubus on steroids.

I was paler than usual, my hands slightly trembling as I buckled my belt. I felt like I had just fought through an entire war campaign, except instead of explosions and bullets, it had been a relentless, overpowered woman with the stamina of a g*ddamn berserker in heat.

And then, as if to kick me while I was already down, she casually asked.

"So… what are you going to do about our daughter?"

I froze. A shiver ran down my spine.

Slowly, very slowly I turned my head to face her, only to see her In her bra and underwear watching me through the mirror, her black green eyes flashing with fierce intensity.

F*CK ME AND MY DECISION TO GIVE HER THE GENE RESTRUCTURING SERUM! F*CK THIS!

I no longer wanted to see my own overgrown, autistic cosmic marines shouting my name like a cult mantra while orbital dropping into their certain deaths again!

But I couldn't just say that out loud. I needed an excuse. Something believable. Something that would keep me from outright telling her that I wasnt her Drac.

"Look, Cat…"

I started, forcing a neutral expression on my face.

"giving flavia the serum now is going to mess with her psyche."

I was talking out of my ass. And Catherine knew it.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she turned around, arms crossed, her lips pressing into a thin line of pure disbelief.

"That's bulls*it and you know it, Drac."

She stepped forward, her presence looming, each movement deliberate and calculated like a wolf stalking its prey.

"Our daughter has the same artificial power as you do,"

She hissed.

"And she inherited that nasty cockroach quality of yours too."

Then. She paused. Her pupils flashed purple. And suddenly. An invisible force wrapped around my throat, causing dents to appear in the very air around my neck.

My body tensed. Oh no. OH NO F*CK, NO, NO. She figured it out.

Her eyes widened in horror as the realization hit her like a freight train.

"Wait a minute… don't tell me..."

She snapped her gaze back at me, her voice dangerously low.

"You're no longer a f*cking Einherjar?!"

F*CK, F*CK, F*CK, F*CK! THIS IS BAD! VERY BAD!

Catherine was no longer the current g*ddess of life and death, meaning she couldn't just bring a man back from the brink of oblivion and equally send one straight to one like before.

But she was still strong enough to snap my neck with her mind.

THINK FAST DRAC, THINK FAST!

I forced a calm expression, my mind scrambling for an answer.

"I did… but only for now"

I said, my tone measured. Her brows twitched.

"Why?"

I needed a distraction. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I activated my psionic power, causing my scleras to turn pitch black as I extended my hand towards a small earring on the table.

It levitated shakily. Only for It to drop back down as my eyes returned to normal. I let out a pant, exhaustion overtaking me Instantly.

Catherine stared not Impressed one bit.

"…What is this? A party trick?"

She sneered, her voice dripping with skepticism. I let out a weak chuckle, wiping sweat from my brow.

"Yeah, a party trick,"

I exhaled.

"but I've only been awake for three months."

Silence. Catherine froze. Her face morphed into one of utter horror.

"Drac… what the hell did you do this time?"

She asked, her voice genuinely terrified. I held her gaze. Then I sighed.

"I awakened the Evil Side of the psionic energy"

A deathly silence filled the room. Catherine stiffened, her pupils shrinking. Then, her face twisted into rage as she screamed.

"ARE YOU F*CKING INSANE?!"

The entire room shook from the force of her psionic outburst.

"You know that the more powerful you get, the more corrupted you'll become! Until you'll turn into one of those dirty things from the fourth dimension!"

I just smiled weakly.

"There's no other way."

Catherine stared at me. Her fists trembled, her eyes wet with unshed tears. Then, without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing my hands in her own.

"Drac, please… please dont do this… I can't lose you again."

Her voice cracked. Her fingers clutched mine tightly, as if trying to anchor me to reality itself. I let out a deep sigh, squeezing her hands gently.

"Don't worry. I'll regain my Einherjar power. Just… give me nine more years."

Catherine's face contorted in sheer horror.

"If, if you do this… then you'll die!"

She choked out.

"Our daughter and your other daughters are already a miracle, but you? You're talking about an artificial fusion of two opposing forces, not to mention the fact that If you awakened the evil side then In the current timeline youre the only user of the evil side that means that all the evil psionic energy of a whole universe Is slowly flooding Into youre body!"