"Dismissed" Maro yelled to the court
Everyone slowly filtered out, Maro stood up and casually started to walk to the door… So far so good… no ice on my feet, no rock barrier, no vine chains… He walked towards the back of the crowd.
And just when he was about to leave, his feet froze in place.
Maro was so emotionally defeated… "Katarina, I have to report to Kadrin, release me" he tried one last time.
"We missed you Maro and all you could think of is leaving again, " she laughed. Her silver hair perfectly accentuated the white silk gown she was wearing.
Done with all pretense "What would it take… for you guys to let me go" the last shred of integrity he had prevented him from begging.
"Your reward, My King, the Goddess is pleased with your accomplishments" Valleria said as she locked the throne room.
Maro didn't believe any of this, they were lying…
Jintha made a large stone tub, while Katarina filled it with water… Alleria and Valleria threw in a couple of red hot stones until the water was steaming.
Maro wasn't going to get tricked… he didn't believe it… he hoped but… everything in this hall of lies only lead to his torture.
Katarina pulled out wine and whiskey from a hidden compartment…
They poured him some wine in a golden chalice and undressed him to go take a bath… at least I will be clean and drunk.
He immediately chugged the entire chalice of wine, in case they would have taken it away from him. He sat down in the hot tub… and his wine was already re-filled.
His sober brain was yelling Trap! His drunk side was all about this…his drunk side was getting stronger by the second
The ladies undressed and joined him in his bath… Maro truly felt like a King… Alleria and Valeria started bathing Maro while Katarina and Jintha bathed each other.
The Ladies played it up, caressing his large muscles, talking about his amazing recent deeds like wiping out a savage and dangerous Sand Orc Tribe.
A small whisper in the back of his whispered Trap, he ignored it.
A sense of entitlement washed over him, damn right they need to bathe me and fill my cup… I am a King. A jacked muscular King and a great warrior who killed legendary entities, not to mention a prophet of God…
Maro's ego couldn't handle it anymore, he stood up in all his nobility and proclaimed. "I am the God of Sex, Alcohol and War!"
The ladies looked at him and laughed, he looked down… he was soft… the remnants of his sober brain yelled "TRAP you fucking moron, they poisoned you… your worst fear… Erectile Dysfunction!"
But his Drunk self was strong and proud "You dare mock me!"
He abused Bloodrush to the maximum, his veins bulged, he turned red… he started to steam… nothing… still soft… not going to happen on his watch.
The Priestesses were starting to get worried, maybe they went too far with their punishment.
Maro was not going to give up, a poison that caused erectile dysfunction was pure evil… he would never do that to his enemies let alone to Kadrin or Gnarlo… maybe Gnarlo… He made a mental note to grab the poison later.
He started surging Holy Judgement throughout his body and especially his jewels, he needed to cleanse the poison. He put more and more energy into Bloodrush and Holy Judgement, he was heating up the water now.
Maro the Warrior, Maro the Paladin, Maro the Crusader, the liberator, the reclaimer, the slayer of all things evil… none of those titles mattered at this point… they were worth less to him than Troll turds… His pride in his penis was all that mattered.
While surging Holy energy, he cast Smite on himself… Boom Holy light struck him and rippled throughout the room, reminding the Priestesses of what he could do.
He realized they might have been trying to chemically castrate him so he could focus on his duties… traitors… Goddess too. His anger at their futile attempt lit up, he looked each one of them in the eye, they looked away in shame as the golden light was too strong. They were also too awestruck to move, given the impressive sight they were looking at.
It budged… progress… but not enough… only one thing left to do… he was pretty drunk in the middle of all of this… so his last idea was to do a Goku. He started growling and surging more holy energy and his blood, his growl turned into a yell.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!!!!!" he finally used [Warshout] while pushing Holy energy and his Bloodrush to the maximum, a holy explosion erupted blinding the women in the room… the holy energy that surged through them over stimulated them so much they passed out immediately, luckily the water in the tub had evaporated from his power.
It worked, he had surged so much holy energy throughout his body, he was still releasing a warm golden glow to all who witnessed him.
He unfurled his holy wings, while still in the nude, his real revenge was against the Goddess… so he left the throne room and headed to the temple where her statue was.
Anyone who saw him flying, understood immediately why he was King and Prophet… he looked like an angel that just descended from the heavens. People were praying as he flew by.
When he arrived at the temple, he ordered all the priests and religious officials out… no one could say no to the walking miracle.
Maro flew face to face with the Goddess… he surged the remaining holy energy he had and kissed the statue on the lips while grabbing the statues breasts… He surged the holy power into her.
Like ASMR clock work, she started moaning in ecstasy… he heard in his head "I… ughhh…. am …. mmmmhm … your… GODDESS"
He cast smite upon himself and the statue before she could retaliate, boom another eruption of holy magic… the stone parts of the statue started cracking… it was as if the statue was moving… the thin veneer of white marble blew off revealing a solid gold statue.
Completely drained, Maro fell off the statue unconscious… but before he completely passed out he could have sworn the statue was quivering and was dripping wet down there… He fell asleep, victorious and as a champion. He slept well.
After the commotion died down, all the religious officials came back in to check what had happened. They saw the angel passed out on the floor… the statue of the Goddess had changed, it was solid gold and releasing the same bright warm light as the King was earlier…
This would go down in their chronicles as a miracle… to be celebrated annually on its anniversary… It was the least these devoted individuals could do for the religion. Word of the miracle spread fast, statues and figurines of a golden, erect, flying angel were being made within the day.