Finis Chaldea

[Apollymi]

According to Sukuna hearing things with his own ears, feeling them with his own body, and other such sensory things were good. Ereshkigal could understand this. She often found herself exploring mortal planes and hanging out around people. But that was a bit different for her, she'd been outcast from Celestia aside from a few 'important' meetings for quite a while. So, doing things for herself and meeting with people when she could was always a fun idea to her. "I understand that. It sucks being alone for too long, and not being able to be yourself..." Ereshkigal said with a great deal of understanding. She was sort of glad this man could find happiness in things he enjoyed without destroying too much at the same time.

Moving on from that thought, Ishtar was suffering in a manner she never thought she would. Her flesh melting away and the kinds of insults Sukuna had to give were nothing like what she was used to or prepared for as far as abuse was concerned. If a man wanted to be rough with her and beat her up, that was always fine. Those same men couldn't deny their desire for her. Here and now this man was basically saying she was only a brief moment of distraction from something far more entertaining and that entertainment was Kur, of all people. The girl had been the runt of the litter a little thing with such fake innocence and kindness that Ishtar was often disgusted by her. And now they were talking about her, she was sure... and she didn't really understand it. "You can't mean that... you can't actually think I'm not the most amazing," she whined now. All the while it should obviously be her getting her way. Even as she screamed in pain. "Hm, I guess I can understand that. I still don't think she gets it though..." Ereshkigal said of Ishtar's constant bite based debacle. "You can't be like this. Your innocent act looks even more fake when you let bad things happen to me, Ku-" another bite to the tongue. Ah, that was her angle. She planned to appeal to the better graces of someone like the Death Goddess and try to spark an argument between her and Sukuna. That would work right?

Ereshkigal for her part in this managed to keep her eyes focused and ignored Ishtar for the better part of a few moments. Sukuna was saying something about a Source. That was a term from the old world, about the base of people's existences. Birth created sources, in olden times, but now cores were more for the world. It meant that when the order of things was decided, that similar feeling to her own was an aspect originally designed to be part of Ishtar. "Oh? so she's actually suffering? That's good. I don't like it though... that feeling feels like me. And she already pushed this job on to me, and I already told her she couldn't take it back after I did all the work and created it. I definitely can't leave her with it," this was Ereshkigal's thoughts about the matter. She couldn't imagine someone like Ishtar being able to walk into death as she pleased, Nor did she want to have to deal with any backlash from this woman later. If she could guarantee she'd never evolve that sort of power... she could be properly happy.

[Bloodedge]

Loneliness and lack of ability to be oneself may have been things these two had in common, at least in some regard. Sukuna likely suffered these things less than Ereshkigal, but that was neither here nor there. What was here, was the disbelief of Ishtar. She thought herself so incredible, so high above others, while she really only had visual appeal above most. Now, the number of individuals she didn't have visual appeal over had officially and unquestionably been increased by one. "I can think that. So can anyone who sees someone more amazing. That's how things work, moron," he chided. By all means, Sukuna continued to have an overall pleasant time. Every opportunity he had to put Ishtar down was one he jumped at, even while having no personal reason to do so. Of course, this was simply how he'd always been.

Among the green-haired one's many attempts at saving herself, she took a shot at creating animosity between Sukuna and Ereshkigal. If she wanted to appeal to the Goddess of Death's better graces, perhaps she should have tried that before she received mana from the Demon Lord of Obscenity... if not several millennia before that. Suffering did strange things to people. In fact, someone as stupid as Ishtar only appeared even less intelligent as a result of desperation. As for Ishtar's Source being semi-active and discoverable to Ereshkigal, the pink-haired goddess disliked how very familiar that Source felt. He supposed it did resemble what Ereshkigal had become, though not so much what he'd seen in her budding Source. "I don't like it either. Death's got too much potential, and she'd waste it all. So, what then? I could destroy her Source like I did that other one~"

[Apollymi]

There was a profound life lesson being uttered by Sukuna and Ereshkigal heard it and her eyes widened just a little. It was such a small sentence but it had a lot of meaning behind it. People were allowed to find whatever they wanted to amazing and it didn't have to include Ishtar. Normal people learned such lessons as children, but Ishtar didn't even register this as something that should apply to her. She was the best thing in the world, no one was allowed to be better than her. Where did he get that idea? Was it one of those old world ideas? Besides that why did he get to chide her like this? "That doesn't make sense. It's all about me..." she nearly cried. And what was this. "Do you hear him? You can't ignore me Ku-" another bite to her tongue. She was quite wrong though, Ereshkigal could definitely ignore Ishtar, and she happened to know that being ignored was one of the things that annoyed the other goddess the most. As for the appeal to Ereshkigal's good graces, such a thing simply wouldn't work, not after the long list of atrocities that Ishtar had perpetrated against her younger sister.

So began the discussion between Ereshkigal and Sukuna. Ereshkigal claimed not to like the similarity between the Source in Ishtar and the power she possessed. Of course, it seemed that Sukuna also knew this and saw her issue. He made the claim that death had too many potentials to be wasted on someone like Ishtar. Ishtar kept up enough with the conversation to hear the bit about her source being destroyed and her eyes went wide. "No. Isn't that what you did that killed that other one. I don't wanna die like that! She didn't come back or can't Ku-" she didn't get to finish pleading before she'd bitten her tongue again which was generally amusing. Of course, that was hilarious to Ereshkigal. "Oh? She paid attention to that one? Though I don't think I want her source destroyed..." claimed Ereshkigal. This of course, made Ishtar perk up, perhaps she could still manipulate Kur yet. And the pause made her feel like there was some emotional drivel coming. But... "If it has as much potential as you think... I'd rather figure out how to take it from her before she's destroyed. After all, she's always yelling about me taking things from her, I figure I should actually do it... especially since she's always accusing me of it," she said. Ishtar went from excited with her eyes wide and the light fell from her eyes. Was she serious? Would she really let a demon erase her? She had to do something before that happened, but what? In watching such a moment there was pure delight in the face of Ereshkigal and that vibrating feeling in her chest seemed to reach fever pitch. Even her body had started glowing a bit harder... oh? What did that mean?

[Bloodedge]

"Right. It's all about you. That's the whole point. I should be focused more on you," Sukuna agreed. From the looks of things, he firmly believed everything he so recently said. He should be focusing on Ishtar. This entire ordeal should be about her, dealing with her in a more direct fashion. Ishtar could have what she wanted, though she certainly wouldn't be glad to have it by the end of this day. "So, making sure you have the worst time possible is the main focus from now on! It'll be wonderful!"

The message about Sukuna's singular kill of the day (so far) was taken by Ishtar as if she understood the destruction of Sources. How strange. She showed no knowledge of actual important information prior to this point, but here she was now... cowering before a permanent death. Her reluctance to perish for eternity was all the more reason for Sukuna to eliminate her Source, but luckily for Ishtar, Ereshkigal spoke out against the destruction. "Why save it? She's not going to use it," he argued prior to Ereshkigal sharing additional thoughts. Sukuna knew nothing about Sources being syphoned off by another entity for their own sake, at least not in such a meticulous fashion as what Ereshkigal implied. "That sounds like a lot to deal with. There was Source Magic ages ago, but nobody ever did that much with it. If you think you can try, by all means. Failure would just kill her anyway, and even a damaged source is more painful than a thousand deaths. You might want to finish your own before trying something like that. Besides, I'm sick of this thumping thing, and I'm pretty sure it's your fault."

[Apollymi]

The words of Sukuna made Ishtar's heart soar. "I am glad you understand. Being reasonable is the best course of action!" that was what Ishtar had to say. So he did understand! That was what she was waiting for, all his attention should be focused on her, and now that he was on board all that was left was getting rid of Kur. Of course, while she had this idea in her head, Ereshkigal knew better. She knew for a fact whatever utterance this man had coming for her afterwards was very negative, and she was rewarded. He aimed to give Ishtar the worst time possible. Ishtar wasn't expecting this, and looked immediately sullen, "Wait, what? That's not wonderful, you can't!" she managed. Meanwhile, Ereshkigal managed to only just stifle a chuckle. "Chehe~" she couldn't help it after all. It was funny watching Ishtar fail to realize when she should be quiet.

It seemed that Sukuna didn't necessarily understand completely why Ereshkigal wanted to keep Ishtar alive for a bit while she tried to separate the green haired goddess from a power she'd never truly understand. But her point was eventually made, it seemed that Sukuna was a man far older than Ereshkigal. She'd take his advice into consideration before doing anything in particular. He claimed that Source Magic used to be a thing, but wasn't really any longer. He said that even when it was, no one had attempted the sort of thing she was talking about and he said she should finish her own Source before she moved on to trying to do something to someone else. He explained how very painful such a thing would be if she failed and why it was fine to him if she attempted it regardless. Sukuna for his part in this, also lightly blamed Ereshkigal for the feeling in his chest. "Eh? You can hardly blame me for that... you're the one who woke it up!" she huffed childishly. If she was being honest, her own chest didn't feel particularly comfortable, "It feels like something is spinning in my chest right now, but like in opposite directions. You have an active Source right, but yours doesn't normally feel like anything, right?" she said explaining the feeling. It wasn't painful to her but she also couldn't feel pain right now. This was a complicated issue, if she could get to know and understand Sukuna's body a bit better, she could likely figure out how to calm her own Source down enough to do everything she wanted to do.

[Bloodedge]

One would think Ishtar would stop jumping to conclusions at some point. Naturally, she would do no such thing in reality. Again and again, the goddess was subjected to leading statements of one nature or another. Now was not even the first time she'd been allowed to falsely think herself in charge of the situation. Her ability to learn left as much to be desired as her ability to be humble. Ah, and her only response to potential demise was basic denial. She really enjoyed telling stronger people what they couldn't do, didn't she?

It was in Ereshkigal's best interest to let her own Source be completed before attempting anything resembling Source Magic. As a Creator who functioned as he would have expected more than 15,000 years ago, he expected her to have every innate ability to develop Source Magic, even without much foreknowledge. Still, one could not reach higher than their arm could stretch, so to speak. To affect a Source, one had to draw from the Source. Before anything was done however, Ereshkigal attempted to redirect Sukuna's complaints. He woke up her Source? Well yes, but that wasn't important. The explanation of how her Source felt was... notably strange. As Sukuna understood, they didn't work like that. "I hear a newborn Source is in a constant state of flux. When they're done, there's no movement unless they're tampered with. If I remember, a Source that swirls is only supposed to go in one direction. You said something about that one over there making you take the death stuff, right? Sounds like your Source is confused because it was already setup to be something else. Maybe yours has been trying to split itself without even being active."

[Apollymi]

Ishtar was being ignored and she hated that, but she also didn't like the idea of being destroyed so completely it wasn't just a layover in death. As such, she was trying her best to not evoke that kind of anger while trying to get between Sukuna and Ereshkigal. Of course, she didn't realize that kind of meddling normally backfired for her. One such instance was right now, as Ereshkigal received a bit of information about her apparent newborn source. Swirling was normal for newborn sources because of natural fluctuations, but the kind of problem she was experiencing was hypothetically due to the fact that she'd been created with a different original purpose in mind than death and the conceptualizing of it that she'd originally taken on. Actually, that made a bit of sense.

When she had been young, a then named Kur, had heard from her mother about the original plans of the gods and how they were supposed to slowly introduce concepts back to the world. A specific order was originally thought out, but it was all tossed out the window when Ishtar demanded the concepts of Love and Beauty when she'd originally been meant for something else. With that in mind, Ereshkigal knew what her mother had originally built her for and what she'd ended up with. And what else did she know? Well... she knew how cores worked. Cores, were empty shells that you can place things into, and take other things out of, split or combine as you liked. The cores of the gods had originally been filled with specific Authorities and those had been distributed at birth or as needed. Her own was filled by her own conceptualization of death when it was originally meant to maintain the pre-existing concepts of love and beauty. They were things that weren't necessarily meant to blend so obviously it would be difficult to do so on their own, thus the problem of her settling source.

"Hm, I think I get it," Ereshkigal said and then she rather strangely... took a seat. Right atop a floating scythe with its blade poking into the ground she balanced herself and closed her eyes. "Oh great. Now we get to watch her study. She's really going to ignore you to create or whatever dumb thing she's doing... doesn't that bother you?" More from Ishtar trying to sow animosity between these two, this could be her way in, she was sure of it. Never mind that the state of flux in Ereshkigal's Source was also causing Sukuna pain, and never mind the fact that she was definitely a Creator and thus it only made sense when she was interested in creating. Ishtar didn't realize that she was the problematic one in these conversations that kept popping up.

Obviously, Ereshkigal needed to do a bit of interacting with her own self and she could manage that, given her understanding of cores. So, she took that process step by step. First acting as she would when looking to make adjustments to her core, and then, searching farther beyond that to the strange shifting feeling within her own chest. In a moment like this Ereshkigal would find that Sources, unlike cores were moving rather swiftly. Cores were just still with stuff inside, it wasn't a problem unless they were shaken, in this case, two different feeling kinds of information were moving around each other so fast she couldn't even begin to separate them. In fact, the idea of touching them in a moment like this made her shy away from it. Obviously, she'd just received the information that such an interaction was dangerous. But she was certain she could have managed it under some specific circumstances. She just needed to concentrate more. And.... she'd actually managed a decent bit of concentration while under the passive effects of Sukuna's mana. Actually, now that they were tied to each other, he could probably help her keep stable while she teased those two cores apart.

[Bloodedge]

Ereshkigal was granted the baseline understanding of Sources possessed by Sukuna. He didn't have any in-depth knowledge to share; Sources were not his forte. Even so, Ereshkigal had the basic understanding of Cores that could be translated to some extent. She understood things well enough to begin meditating over her own soul, presumably to locate her Source and do something about its state of flux. Sukuna was more than content to let that carry on.

Ishtar, on the other hand, broke her silence when Ereshkigal's meditation began. Her attempt at discourse was more obvious than her ego... or at least almost. Sukuna sighed, as the green-haired goddess' clause was far from reasonable. Didn't she have better things to do while she rotted away under his blood's curse? She'd hardly have skin to cover the meat of her body soon! "How stupid are you? Do you know how annoying it would be to have somebody's attention on me all the time? If she's got something to do herself, that just means I've got more uninterrupted time to do my own thing. Actually... that frees me up just enough to deal with you." Ishtar wanted, and Ishtar received. She'd been vying for his attention all this time, and now Sukuna would be found stepping toward the still-decaying goddess. "So, what should I do next? Maybe knock out a couple of teeth before the rot gets to them. Or, I could find a good point to lock you into. Yeah... you'd look just like you act with saggy skin, lesions and a few holes in you. Oh, and just a few strings of hair barely thick enough to be seen! People won't be able to take their eyes off you!"

[Apollymi]

In the quiet of her internal space, Ereshkigal thought up a general plan. She could separate the two sources of her power from each other, she just needed both the concentration and the extra speed to do so. Whatever the case, while she was here, she'd get a decent feel for the multiple pieces of her own source so that she could more easily extract them from one another in her later steps.

While Ereshkigal quietly meditated, Ishtar lodged her complaints and once again was met by nothing but logic from Sukuna. "I'm not stupid! I am a goddess worship should be constant!" that was the haughty reply of Ishtar. Of course, it was simply the case, that she wanted all attention on herself. According to Sukuna he didn't need all of Kur's attention because if she had other things to do he could focus on what he wanted to. It just so happened that what he wanted to focus on right now as Ishtar... and not at all in the way she wanted. What came out of his mouth after his assertions of having enough free time for her, were not things she actually wanted. He claimed he wished to leave her in a state of decay so people would stare at her, likely in disgust. Sagging skin, lesions, teeth knocked out with only a few wisps of hair. "No, you can't do that to me. I'm supposed to be beautiful, I'm supposed to be perfect. You can't leave me this way, Ku-" another bite of her tongue occurred in a moment like this and she was left crying and spitting out blood.

For her part in this, Ereshkigal had come out of her meditation and was watching the demon meanace place fear directly into the soul of Ishtar. After a few seconds, she had to approach a bit more directly because she'd figured out what she needed to do, but she also didn't really want to interrupt the man when he was obviously having fun. In fact, both her index fingers were tapping away at each other as she thought of the best way to phrase her particular requests. "Um, sorry to interrupt. I wanted to ask you something, and feel free to say no, if you'd rather not..." she prefaced her request. In stark contrast to the behaviors of Ishtar, Ereshkigal seemed to be quite humble and painfully shy. What kind of outlandish thing would she be asking for? Even Ishtar held a slight curiosity at what 'death' could find unreasonable to request. All the while those fingers of hers were tapping together and now her face was rather red as well... "Your mana seems to let me think a lot faster than my body can normally react. Can we do it again so I can have some more. I think I can use it to settle my source..." she managed finally. The girl felt like she was falling apart. It was such a weird request and one she'd never imagined herself making.

[Bloodedge]

Yet again, Ishtar babbled about things Sukuna couldn't do. This time, the male laughed. "I can do whatever I like! You can only tell me I can't... if you can stop me. I don't see you stopping me," he said to silence her idiotic naysaying. Closer still the demon drew, his left hand extended menacingly toward Ishtar all the while. "You're a Creator with no creations, huh? I can fix that for you too. If I pull your womb to the outside and curse it, everything with a dick who sees it will be drawn in. They'll rape you from the outside, and you'll go through the rest of your life spawning new creatures of every species from a womb hanging out of your body!" Ah, a genius idea! This could easily become some of Sukuna's best work, especially against a Creator. Alas, it would ruin his overall plan. "Ugh... but that would mean leaving you alive. Damn I wish I had that reality-hopping thing," he mused.

Sukuna's plans would not be coming to fruition right away, at the very least. Ereshkigal emerged from her meditation far sooner than one would expect, and without a stabilized Source to boot. Why had she done that? Well, sheepish as she looked, she made clear that her self-repair effort required his assistance. Whatever was going on with her Source, she couldn't quite manage fixing it as she was. Her mind needed to be functioning at a greater pace, which she knew to occur when she received Sukuna's mana. It was without hesitation that a wide grin spread across the demon's face. His supposed prophecy had all come to fruition, and now the newly-named Ereshkigal was requesting more of him. Ah, this was an incredible opportunity in its own right, wasn't it? "Eh? What are you saying, little girl? That you want me to pummel your cunt until you're completely senseless again? If that's what you want, you could just ask," was Sukuna's reply to the already-flustered goddess. Never would he shy away from torture, and indeed, this seemed to count well enough in the pink-haired girl's case.

[Apollymi]

The words that came from Sukuna next were ones that even Ishtar had no idea could put fear into her soul. Even so, the idea of her womb being outside of her body was a frightening one. It was her choice to produce or reproduce. She didn't create, this much was true, but she also had no intention of letting anyone abuse her divine form for something so menial as 'child-bearing'. The idea of it disgusted her to no end. "Don't do anything like that to me. My purpose is beyond such disgusting things..." she really didn't like the idea of having kids. She'd only enjoyed the thought once and that was a multiple layer issue. It was frightening enough to have her heart beating quickly in her barely visible chest. Ah, but he wouldn't do it, because he planned to kill her. That would be calming if she thought a regular death was what she was about to experience. "You, you can't kill me!" It seemed she'd forgotten already that he said she couldn't tell him what to do, instead she'd have to actually be able to stop him.

Luckily enough for Ishtar there was someone who could stop him, though not by conventional means. Ereshkigal had come out of her meditation a bit fast for what she'd gone in to do. It seemed that Sukuna was clever enough to realize she needed help, but also enjoyed torturing her enough to completely change the words she'd used when translating them. She knew he was going to when she saw that grin on his face spread in a manner so strangely malicious. One day, this sort of thing would likely make her faint, she was positive he lived just to make things more awkward for her. Her hands went up to her face in a single moment, she needed to hide. "Do people really say words like that?! I've only ever heard them directly from the strange criminals..." she mumbled to herself. He'd also called her little girl again, but once more that didn't necessarily hit her ears like an insult. "I... ah..." Ereshkigal still had that little stutter once attributed to Kur, obviously some things were just apart of her baseline. "I hyper-sensed not senseless!" she finally managed. Admittedly that feat was a bit more amazing. Not many people could claim to have copulated someone straight to the highest form of mental clarity they'd ever known. "I didn't expect it to be this vulgar... do I really have to say it like that?" the girl managed to spit out. Her hair was pink, her face was red, her words said she'd apparently not thought too much about how this particular session of 'mana-transfer would be happening and she was beyond embarrassed. All the while Ishtar could only scoff. "This isn't exactly something I want to see if she's enjoying it..." that kind of slipped out without her thinking.

[Bloodedge]

Sukuna was completely done with Ishtar. He had something far more entertaining to do now: tormenting Ereshkigal, whose face reddened at the slightest provocation. No, that wasn't quite true; she'd gone red long before he even said anything. If her own thoughts were enough to embarrass her, he was going to have a veritable field day. And so, he did. Ereshkigal's face was soon covered by her own hands, the goddess being baffled by hearing such phrasing aloud. "I guess they do say words like those. I wouldn't have said them otherwise," he said as a matter of fact. Of course, it came as no surprise that she only heard them from 'strange criminals' before. Things considered normal to Sukuna were often considered vulgar by most other standards.

Ah, hyper-senses as opposed to senseless. That was even better, wasn't it? Of course it was! Either way, he could easily make that happen at any given time. There was even a condition to be met that would result in such a thing without fail, but... Ereshkigal would discover that for herself eventually. As for the point being discussed, Ereshkigal asked if she really had to say it the way Sukuna had. By no means did he mean to imply that, but... now that she mentioned it, having to do so would probably embarrass the absolute hell out of her. How could he resist? "No, you don't have to say it like that," he replied, though the grin on his face had only widened. The Goddess of Death had walked into a trap Sukuna didn't even set himself. "You have to say it worse! I want to hear it the nastiest way you can spit it out!" he decided. Now, Ishtar was saying something about... not wanting to see something if Ereshkigal was enjoying it? Perfect! With one swipe of his fingers, Sukuna would ensure she saw every bit by lopping Ishtar's eyelids off. So casual he was in this moment, he hadn't even looked Ishtar's way.

[Apollymi]

Ereshkigal's face would likely be red for the rest of time. Sukuna was far too much for the likes of her sensibilities and she didn't even think she had that many to start with. Still here he was poking away at them. He made the claim he used those words because they had negative connotations. She had guessed as much, he really wasn't doing much to dissuade her from the idea that he was some kind of torture or torment based demon. "Figured that out on my own, thanks..." just a little bit of snark was left in this young woman's soul. How could it not be, snark was at least partly her response to stress.

Still according to Sukuna she didn't have to say it like that. Ereshkigal had wide eyes and then immediately started shaking her head from left to right. She wasn't as dumb as Ishtar had proven herself to be. She didn't believe he'd be backing off when he obviously found something about the kind of torture he was giving her so amusing. "No. No. No. No..." she was whispering softly. Only after a few of these did her heart truly sink as Sukuna made the demand that she had to ask for it, in the nastiest way she could think of... Was it possible for her face to be hotter. Her heart was beating out of her chest already. Why did he enjoy doing this sort of thing to her... "You... you're... what do the humans call it... a... sa... sadist. Sadist. You're a fucking sadist!" that was the exclamation but it wasn't exactly like she could get away with not complying with his request. She had to think of the nastiest way possible to communicate her particular request. She couldn't even enjoy the sudden scream from the disappearance of Ishtar's eyelids. But at least Ereshkigal was self-aware. She knew she'd dug this particular hole for herself. "I could have kept my mouth shut. You could have kept your mouth shut... the world could have kept spinning..." she mused in a manner most snarky. Of course this was all her just buying time.

There were a great number of languages and words in this world. There were many things that could be said and considered vulgar, and there were many more that sounded worse and better in certain contexts. The word 'cunt' for instance, was likely one Ereshkigal herself would have used to describe Ishtar casually, but having it as an application to her lady parts somehow made it worse. There were quite a few of those to choose from. Men and references for them were much easier to consider, though not necessarily always vulgar there were a lot of words that could be used to refer to male anatomy in a nasty sentence. Ah, if she was being disgusting about it she should probably use one of those human words to reference the physical form of mana as well. Yes. all that worked out about the way she wanted to, now she just had to say the sentence. It shouldn't be that hard, she just had to spit it out. So... she would. One deep breath, and then she'd blurt out what was likely the most disgusting version of asking for copulation that she could come up with based on all the words she'd heard. "I WANT YOU TO USE YOUR MASSIVE COCK TO FUCK MY TIGHT PUSSY UNTIL YOU CUM SO MUCH IT'S THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK ABOUT!" That was probably the worst sentence Ereshkigal would ever put together about herself, it even came out demanding which wasn't at all normal for her. She felt light headed. Was she fainting? Maybe she just had too much blood in her head. She wished she could die. Perhaps now would be a great time to be granted the kindness of death she'd never truly know.

[Bloodedge]

Perfection. This day just kept getting better and better for Sukuna, between tormenting Ishtar and tormenting Ereshkigal. Could it improve even more? Well, yes. Even when he denied the necessity of specific wording needed from Ereshkigal, the goddess herself obviously understood... she was not safe. Simply because it would get under her skin and cause some amount of mental anguish, he would make the demand of more vulgarity from her.

Sadist was a term used to describe Sukuna. He could see that. Hilariously enough, this would never have happened without Ereshkigal asking a single question. To think, she made things worse for herself... twice. She could have just asked for what she wanted a little more directly. She could have never asked if she had to say it a certain way. Oh... and then there was the third matter. She could have been less obviously bothered by the declaration that left her mouth in the end. Instead, she inhaled deeply and shouted the most incriminating statement most of this world would ever hear. That was well beyond a request as well. Ereshkigal claimed all things she said were her desire, which fit a very specific bill, so to speak.

"Kehahaha! Really?" he asked in rhetoric. "You want to think about nothing but cum? That doesn't sound like it'll help your brain processes for what you're trying to do, but that isn't my problem. I'll take that deal." As if on cue, Sukuna pulled away his obi. His kimono was left open as a result, and lo, the demon's cock was left on full display as it grew firmer and thicker from excitement alone. "Y'know, I like hearing you talk like that. I'm pretty sure she does too," he said, nodding toward the unblinking Ishtar. With that said and done, Sukuna beckoned Ereshkigal toward himself. "Though you look like you'll pass out from saying stuff like that. Keep it up!" he added, laughing just after.

[Apollymi]

A simple question had lead to Ereshkigal embarrassing herself nearly to death. Even so, she managed to recover well enough, her head swooning. Saying all of that basically screaming it out had left her brain basically empty. Of course, Sukuna also looked more than mildly pleased by the random speech that Ereshkigal had come up with. He had rhetorical questions to ask about her thoughts, the physical manifestation of mana and all, but he was willing to accept those words regardless. "That part is my problem it's nothing to worry about," the girl almost snapped in the snarky way she tended to. She couldn't believe how easily Sukuna managed to get under her skin. Moreover he made the claim that he liked her talking like that, as if she would normally. Ah, but he also thought Ishtar might like it too, Ishtar sadly took the bait.

"I thought I would like her talking like that, but it doesn't have the same effect if she actually wants it. It's got too much of her high and mighty attitude..." said Ishtar, her eyes not being able to move away from the scene in front of her and already burning. Truly she wanted to hear sentences like that when it was obviously demeaning to the girl. Aside from her own childish embarrassment it didn't seem to do that much and it was getting her what she actually wanted so... why would she be bother liking it. "You could always just shut up, you know..." these were Ereshkigal's words. She knew she was going to end up being goaded into saying something crazy to this woman because she wouldn't like it, and if she was far enough into delirium Ereshkigal definitely wouldn't care.

And suddenly the reason she wouldn't care became obvious, obi moved away, kimono open, manhood on display. Ereshkigal began absently moving directly towards that which she'd asked for. Obviously, there was no way she wasn't getting the reward she came here for so she went about taking those few steps forward. She'd close the distance between them while stripping her own clothing off and leaving pieces strung over the scythe she'd previously been sitting on. By the time she reached Sukuna all she was wearing was the sleeves on her wrists and legs. Her body was also still covered in those throbbing tattoos and now that she was focused on them, she could feel the wind against her skin and the moisture building between her legs. Obviously, it was going to be very easy for them to start off.