Pleasing the Goddess

You love hearing about my triumphs, don't you boy? When I tell you about the armies I've laid waste to, the billions of strapping young lads I've murdered, you get excited. You don't care about anything else, your tiny little brain is full of nothing but desire for me. All you want in the world is to please me, isn't it? Please the bloodhungry Goddess that slaughtered your forefathers, your friends, your countrymen. They all pleased me, you know. Do you want to know why I kill you men? Because it gives me pleasure, pleasure far beyond anything you lumps of meat can give me while you're alive.

Mmm...I can't even describe the ecstasy I feel when I'm killing men. There's nothing in the world that I love more than feeling my blade carve through waves of male fodder, their muscular bodies piling up at my feet and their screams of agony, their pleas for mercy filling the air. How does that make you feel, boy? Knowing that your entire gender exists only to die at the hand of a Goddess, born to die for my pleasure?

You don't care at all, of course. Deep down, you all know it and somewhere, in the back of your filthy little minds, you all secretly want to die by my hand because of it. For all the hatred you men claim to have for me, all you really want is to satisfy me. Bleeding, suffering, dying in agony...its all you men are good for. And its a fair trade for you, you know. You give me your blood in exchange for a glimpse of my beauty. Your lives, devoid of all meaning, are all you have to give me. And you offer them up, year after year, happily marching in to my blade. You've nothing left to live for after seeing me anyways. My breasts, my hips, my legs...once you've seen them, what else is there for you in life? Becoming another trophy at my feet is the greatest thing any man can achieve.

Now its time to please your Goddess. Thats right, just keep your eyes on my breasts...*moan*..., see? You probably didn't even feel the blade go in at all, did you? Look at all that blood. Its not scary though, is it? Of course not, because I'm the only thing that exists in your world now. Don't worry, my dear little plaything, I'll stay with you til the end. It won't be long now.