Calamity of the Gods

Chapter One: Divine Descent

"Dancing with the princess with empty eyes!

The queen's lament is a dim joy, so sing!

In the utter end, the king appears

in his decaying glory."

It was a moonless night in London in May 1843. Everything seemed swallowed by the boundless darkness. The orange-yellow
gas lamps emitted a dim light, barely illuminating the small area under their shades, utterly powerless
to penetrate the vast fog.

In a small alley in West London, a gentleman walked slowly forward with his pet.
The man wore a dark top hat, a sharp black suit, and a round, black monocle
on his right eye. He held his pet's leash in his right hand and a fine cane in his left, topped with a gold
emblem, a black obsidian dot in the center, and three gold lines spreading out like a rose. They slowly
walked towards a huge iron gate at the deepest part of the alley.

There was nothing to grab onto on the iron gate except for a small, rectangular
window at eye level that could only be opened from the inside. The man walked to the door and knocked, the iron gate emitting a heavy, eerie sound
. Then, with a whoosh, the small iron window was pulled open, and a pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly
peered out from behind the door.

A deep male voice then rang out: "Where is the tower?"

The man gently pressed his hat down with his right hand and said calmly, "The tower is hidden behind the rising moon." The person

behind the door said impatiently, "Go home!"

The man outside replied with a hint of sadness, "The spire rises behind the moon, doesn't it? We have no
home to return to."

As he spoke, the small window on the iron gate slammed shut, followed by a series of grating
, metallic scraping sounds. The closed iron gate opened to a width that could only allow one person to pass through. The man outside
removed his top hat, held it to his chest, bowed slightly towards the inside, and entered. The burly man inside the door
thumped his fist twice in respect.

Several exquisite candlesticks lit on the porch wall, their bright orange light illuminating the gentleman and his
pet as they entered. He suddenly yanked the chain on his right hand, causing the pet behind him to whimper in pain.
The guard was shocked to discover that he wasn't leading an animal, but a naked woman.

Her arms and legs were tightly bound, forcing her to touch the ground only on her elbows and knees, both covered in mud.
Her waist-length blonde hair was tied into a ponytail that cascaded down her neck, the end of the ponytail covered in mud and dust.
The woman's beautiful breasts drooped naturally; one nipple bore a gleaming silver ring, while the other nipple was
missing! The burly man thrust his torch forward, illuminating the woman. Around her neck was an exquisite silver
collar, the character for "slave" engraved on the front side, connected to the long chain on the gentleman's wrist.
The girl's mouth was gagged with a round object about the thickness of a forearm, with two leather straps at either end wrapped around her head and
fastened together by a large golden opening, securing it firmly. Her emerald green eyes showed no
pain, only pleasure and desire.

The burly guard swallowed hard, gazing at her beautiful body. The gentleman chuckled and handed
the guard a chain: "Take her to the Source of Pleasure; she's yours tonight." The guard took the chain,
thanked him excitedly, and roughly dragged the girl away through a door on the left side of the porch.

The gentleman straightened his coat, gently shook the brass bell on the table on the side of the porch, and
after a clear ringing sound, a middle-aged butler appeared before him. He deftly took the cane, draped the guest's
coat over his left arm, placed his left hand on his chest, and bowed deeply, saying, "Greetings, esteemed master, please follow me."
The butler then led the way through the porch, and a magnificent drawing room came into view. The two did
not linger, passing through a wooden door on the right side of the drawing room. A long passageway, clearly much older than the surrounding buildings , appeared before them. The staircase, of indeterminate material, shimmered with an eerie black hue
under the torchlight on the walls . 　　The butler stopped at the first step, stepping aside to let the man behind him pass. "May my lord descend soon," he said, "we await him here." The man nodded slightly and began to descend the steps. The stairs stretched endlessly downwards, as if following them would lead one through the raging flames to the deepest level of hell described by Danting. Every so often, a bizarre stone statue would appear on the wall. The main statue was of a towering man, draped in simple cloth with outstretched arms. A huge hood completely obscured his face, and where his feet should have been, countless tentacles extended . Beneath each tentacle was a couple engaged in intercourse. Some of the men were biting women's breasts, others were inserting their penises into vaginas, mouths, anuses, and even ears. The women, without exception, wore only a dazed and pleasurable expression. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the space ahead suddenly expanded, and a church appeared abruptly in this underground place where it shouldn't have been. The church was mostly in the Romanesque architectural style, but some subtle details revealed traces of Greek, Cretan, Mycenaean, and even the dark, chaotic past before the advent of civilization . 　　A blond young man leaned against the wall at the church entrance, idly tossing a gold coin around with his thumb. Looking up and seeing the man approaching, his impatience vanished instantly. He put the coin away and greeted him with a smile: 　　"Tyr, you've finally arrived. It's been a long time since we found the vessel for the Lord. If this succeeds, He can truly descend to earth. You can't be absent." 　　Tyr bowed slightly and replied, "Don't worry, Bickley, I would never be absent from such an occasion. It's just that I brought a piece of junk today, so I'm a little late." 　　"Oh? Which family's young lady is it this time?" Bickley asked with interest. 　　"Just an ordinary one. It's said she's from a fallen Medici family, a branch of the once-famous Lorenzo Piero de' Medici. However, her family had already declined when she was young, leaving only the noble title. Her mother barely survived by being a mistress to other nobles. She was deflowered by a banker in Florence when she was 14, and supposedly sold for a good price."

Bickley: "Oh? So how did you bring her here?" "

One of my servants, William from the Jardine Trading Company, kidnapped her while he was smuggling opium in Florence.
Then, for money, I lied and said she was a suitable mother to offer to me. You know, this bitch has long been fucked until she's lost her
spirit; you can tell at a glance she's completely unusable."

"How did you punish him?" Bickley looked at the other man's face with interest.

Tyre sighed. "I had no choice but to send someone to sneak into William Jardine's bedroom. Just as he was about to ejaculate
while having sex with his mistress, they crushed his testicles, strangled her, gouged out his eyes and sewed them into his scrotum, and
assigned a henchman to force him to have sex with that corpse 24 hours a day. If he stopped, they would
shove a red-hot iron rod into his anus."

Tyre shook his head. "You know I'm a kind-hearted person, I don't want to see this happen.
But!" He suddenly raised his voice solemnly, "The Lord's majesty must not be damaged, the Lord's light must not
be desecrated, the Lord's coming must not be wrong!"

Bickley shuddered and quickly changed the subject. "This time the mother should be fine, she is…" Before he
could finish, a deep, resonant bell rang from above the church. "The ceremony seems ready, let's go in
." Bickley straightened his clothes, turned, and pushed open the church door. Tyre followed him inside.

Beneath the high dome of the church was a magic circle drawn with molten silver. Lying within the circle was
a naked, unconscious man, while a red-haired woman rode on his penis, moving up and down.
Two people stood to the north and east of the magic circle, nodding to Bickley and Tyre. The two of them
returned the smiles, then stood at the south and north ends of the magic circle. The four of them together extended their hands forward,
chanting a spell: "

Before God, Raffaello, before God; Raphael,

before God; Gabriel, behind God; Gabriel,

to God; left, Auriel,

to God; right, Michael, to God; right, Michael

..."

Meanwhile, in a boudoir in East London not far away, a naked girl sat. She was
slender and well-proportioned, her skin neither as pale and bloodless as that of nobles deprived of sunlight, nor as
rough and dull as that of textile workers who toiled in factories. Her skin was healthy and vibrant, like wheat. Her breasts
were full and slightly tilted downwards, perfectly sized—any more would be too plump, any less too thin.
Her waist-length hair complemented her beautiful face, making her seem like Venus born from the sea.

Perhaps it was fate. She hesitated in front of the mirror for a while, then picked up the book on the dressing table and
looked at it. Finally, she made up her mind, stood in the inverted pentagram she had drawn earlier, and recited almost the same
incantation:

"Raphael before me; Gabriel behind me; Aurel to my left; Michael to my right; I summon
the Archangels of Earth, Air, Water, Fire, and Aether, please find my brother: Howard Philip Randolph
. He was a policeman who worked tirelessly for me, for the Randolph family, and for everyone in London
. He shouldn't have disappeared. I, Ashley Philip Randolph, am willing to offer my soul and body
to you. My only request is that you bring my brother back."

Ashley finished the incantation, and the pentagram glowed with a blood-red light. She took out a
sketch from the drawer; it depicted a handsome young man who looked somewhat like her—the very
man from the church ceremony. He lit a corner of the sketch and placed it directly above the pentagram. The light dimmed
, and Ashley interlaced her fingers, prayed again, sighed, put on her pajamas, wiped away the inverted pentagram, and
tidied up the ritual items on the floor. Lying in bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling, lamenting the injustice of fate
.

The Randolph family had once been a very powerful noble family. Their ancestor, Carter Howard Randolph,
had distinguished himself in the Crusades, accumulating immense wealth. However, the family's descendants seemed
cursed; many went mad or disappeared. The family gradually declined, and with
its decline, the curse seemed to lessen, which was a source of comfort for the Randolphs. However,
with the advent of the steam age, the Randolphs, like most minor nobles, gradually lost their power and wealth. Sadly, Ashley and her siblings' parents could not escape the Randolph family's curse, dying
when they were very young.
All that remained was a devoted old butler and a vast, dilapidated,
hereditary manor.

Howard knew the butler had done everything in his power to care for him and his sister like his own child, but he also
understood they could no longer maintain the manor. When he was 18 and his sister was 14,
he made the difficult decision to sell the manor to a newly rich banker. He and his sister moved to a small house in the East End
. Howard, with his excellent physical abilities, entered the police academy and eventually became
a trainee officer in the Scotland Yard Homicide and Major Crimes Unit. His sister continued her studies at medical school, preparing
to become a nurse after graduation. As time passed, their once meager life gradually improved.

However, just three days ago, Howard disappeared while investigating a series of human trafficking crimes! Although his
police friend repeatedly reassured her that he would find Howard as quickly as possible... This caused Ashley great anxiety
, so she resorted to any remedy she could find, reciting a spell from an ancient book she'd discovered in the old house as a child.
Worried about her brother's safety and these chaotic thoughts, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

In the underground chapel, the ritual continued. The four people chanted the spell simultaneously, their voices growing louder and louder
. The woman riding on what appeared to be Howard in the center of the magic circle also gasped for breath. She moved her body up and down rapidly
, moaning wildly.

"Ah... I'm going to die... I'm going to die... It feels so good... Ah... Fuck me to death... Fuck
me to death... It's so big and feels so good... Fuck me to death... Fuck this little bitch to death... I only know..."
"A sow in heat... Ahhhh..."

The woman's body moved faster and faster, but Howard's large penis, unconscious beneath her, remained erect, each
thrust slamming the glans against her cervix.

As the incantation intensified, the woman's eyes rolled back, her body arching and convulsing.
"Ahhh... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm going to climax, no... no... don't stop! Ahhhhh
!" The woman's lower body jerked violently, and with a hiss, a mixture of white semen and urine gushed out.

Then, a bizarre and terrifying scene unfolded. In the afterglow of her orgasm, she grabbed her breasts, and
her large breasts, like long-rotten flesh, fell off. Blood spurted out
, yet her face showed no sign of pain, as if the body wasn't her own. Then,
her face, limbs, and torso gradually peeled away, turning into a pool of rotten flesh covering Howard's body.

Howard's body remained unaffected; his enormous penis remained erect. Then, his mouth suddenly
moved, emitting a low, noisy murmur never before heard of in the world, like metal knives
and forks scraping against a ceramic plate.

Tyre felt a splitting headache and tried to cover his ears, but it was no use; it seemed only death could escape the terrifying
murmur. He had a bad feeling. He pulled a dried nipple from his pocket and quickly chanted a spell :
"ουδειζ ορασα με,γαρ εσομαι αοροτοζ,ω
ζ εξαφισταμαικαρκωσαζ.,τρηχυαι ομιχη λαι,κρυπτει με,και οστιζ αν,διερχοντ αι,εσονται τυφλον." At this moment, 　　Bickley also noticed that the arms he and the other three people had been covering their ears were beginning to rot. He could even feel his blood boiling as time went on. Then, the four of them exploded one after another , turning into piles of rotting flesh. Only the unconscious Howard remained in the middle of the magic circle in the church, still muttering incessantly. 　　John felt like he'd struck gold today. He was just a commoner living in the East Wharf district, working as a guard there only for the five times the salary of an ordinary worker—50 pounds a week. Normally, he watched the upper- class gentlemen indulging in debauchery with their mistresses or female slaves. He could only suppress his own rising lust , waiting until after work to call a prostitute near Whitechapel, pay her the price of a bottle of wine, drag her to a side alley, and brutally rape her. But today, this gentleman had actually given him his own female slave! 　　John impatiently and roughly dragged the girl, completely ignoring her rolling eyes caused by the silver collar. They passed through the doorway and arrived at the Source of Pleasure. The Source of Pleasure was a room with only one path leading forward, separated by gauze curtains on both sides. From those spaces, the sounds of men and women entwined, moaning, or various unimaginably vulgar lewd words constantly emanated . 　　John dragged the female slave to an empty cubicle and sat her on the bed. The slave finally had a moment to catch her breath, coughing incessantly, her body trembling. Then, she arched her back, and a pool of yellow fluid flowed from her lower body. "Come here, you bitch!" John pulled her away from the filth, stepping on her head with his left foot, and removed the gag from her mouth. Then, John used his toes to lift her chin, admiring her beautiful face. 　　The girl gasped for breath, then took John's left foot into her mouth, sucking on it while speaking in a broken, foreign accent: "Thank you, Master. Slurp slurp... I'm a lowly foreign bitch... Slurp slurp... Master's foot... so delicious... Ahhh... I'm a noble sex toy that Master uses at will... Please, Master, give me your big cock... Big cock Master..." The girl licked every toe and every space between John's toes until they were completely clean. 　　John couldn't hold back any longer. He yanked the girl open her mouth, yelling, "Open your mouth!" Before she could say anything, a huge, foul-smelling penis was shoved into her mouth. The smell was like rotten bacon that had been baking in the sun for a week. John's thrust went all the way down her throat, the thick glans rubbing against her palate. The stench emanating from the penis made the girl's eyes roll back, and she gagged repeatedly. John, unconcerned, continued to thrust violently for a while. Finally, his penis, thrusting in and out of her mouth, couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. White semen filled her mouth and flowed down her esophagus into her stomach. He pulled out his penis, and another spurt of semen shot out, scattering across the girl's face and chest , leaving white spots of semen. 　　He didn't stop, pulling the leash forward forcefully and commanding, "You slut, lick my big cock clean!" The girl looked at the limp, thick cock in front of her, still covered in the man's semen and saliva. Although the smell made her nauseous, she obediently began to lick the penis with her pink tongue . She even started to meticulously lick the man's scrotum, which was full of stench and urine, smelling extremely disgusting. Without any complaint, she gradually licked the man's scrotum clean with her tongue. 　　John seemed to think that his balls had been licked enough, so he put his hands behind his head, lay back on the bed, and pulled on the leash around the girl's neck. "You slutty bitch, come lick my asshole! Lick it clean!" After saying that, John laid his buttocks on the girl's face, spread his legs, and pressed his asshole directly onto her mouth, waiting for her to lick it with her tongue. Despite the foul odor emanating from his anus, the female slave beneath him felt no disgust. She moaned as she extended her tongue towards his anus, diligently licking the dark, wrinkled opening. Her tongue now moved more gently and diligently towards his anus than it had towards his scrotum, making smacking sounds as if savoring a delicacy. She continued to lick and thrust her tongue inside his anus, sending waves of pleasure through John, his recently ejaculated penis regaining its strength and becoming erect again. 　　Once the female slave had cleaned his anus, he tugged at the girl, pointing to his large, erect penis, gesturing for her to mount him. The girl licked her lips, crawled over, her large breasts brushing against John's legs as she rose. She spread her legs, positioning her already wet and sticky vagina against his penis, and forcefully sat down.

Perhaps due to excessive force, his entire penis plunged into her vagina, hitting the uterine wall. With a whimper
, her body tensed like a slingshot, arching backward, her long golden hair
flying wildly, her shimmering silver nipple rings fluttering, and her snow-white body glistening with sweat. John suddenly grinned wickedly,
lifting her up and then slamming her down, his enormous penis deforming the uterine wall. The girl's
eyes rolled back as she was being fucked, on the verge of fainting. John slapped her nipple, which had been cut off, and the girl gasped,
her face contorting instantly.

John yelled, "Who told you to faint! Stay awake! I'm not one of those pretentious nobles,
you bitch, if you don't let me have my way, I don't care if you live or die!" John grabbed her throat, lifting
her up, her eyes rolling back again. John, unconcerned, continued to slam her down again.
After dozens of repetitions, the girl's vagina suddenly began to contract and spasm, and John's semen erupted into her uterus like a volcanic eruption
. She couldn't help but scream, and then fainted from the orgasm.

Before John could pull his penis out of her vagina, screams suddenly came from the surrounding curtains, followed by a
series of muffled explosions. Then, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes:
the girl's belly began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, it looked like she was eight or nine months pregnant. However, the swelling didn't stop
, and the girl struggled in agony. "Please, save me! Save me! Make him stop, save me..."
Before she could finish speaking, she burst open like a balloon pierced by a needle. Bloodied internal organs covered
John. John, terrified by the sight, collapsed onto the bed, unable to move, his excrement spilling out. Before he could even struggle, he too
exploded into a pile of minced flesh.

Then, an even more bizarre scene occurred! Just moments before, a small baby had appeared in the girl's uterus
! The infant grew rapidly, transforming in seconds into a well-proportioned young man—none other than
Tyr from the underground church! He twisted his neck, looking at the two pools of flesh before him, and sighed
. He secretly rejoiced that he had prepared in advance. He knew that rashly summoning a god usually wouldn't end well,
so he had arranged for this wretched woman to be here beforehand, using her womb as his escape tool. However, all of this
far exceeded his expectations. Everyone in the entire house had been turned into flesh by the murmuring voice; clearly,
the god's twisted and malicious nature far surpassed his imagination. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Not daring to linger,
he transformed into a wisp of black mist, flying out through the crack in the window and drifting westward.

After only a short while, the murmuring stopped, and then all the flesh began to writhe, pooling together
and flowing towards the underground church. Howard, inside the church's magic circle, continuously absorbed
the flesh surging in from all directions.

As he absorbed the last drop of flesh and blood, Howard opened his eyes and sat up. He then spread his arms
and said calmly to the air,

"Your wish has been fulfilled. Now, this is Karkza, and Karkza has come upon you
all."

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