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Goddess Casting— 1; Intro

*Creak*

The scene tilts unnaturally as a disgruntled voice magical balanced the world once again. "Damn this squeasy tripod," the man cursed, "bending before any stuff done. Man, I need a better phone to record this shit, too. My patrons ain't gonna be happy by this twatty quality. What's this? 480p? The current trend is already 4k! Only then an ass looks damn fine!" The owner of the voice, a bearded youth with a hint of immaturity walked into the view. The scene captured through the camera of the barely adequate Xiaomi brand continued to be the source of the scowl on the man's face. With a bit of observation, it was apparent that the youth did not exercise. His belly gave the fact away. Being of the Sikh religion, the youth wore a makeshift turban, unofficial and comforting to the head. His long hair tied and kept under the wraps neatly. Scratching his unkempt chin, partly because the man was simply lazy to get his beard trimmed and the other part being the fear of his mother smacking his ass to another dimension for even thinking of cutting any strand of hair on his face, the man continued.

"Where the hell is Nik?" He roared. The room was unmarked by any window or door but the air within seemed strangely fresh. Enchanting, in a certain sense. "You can afford such a high-quality spatial realm but not a better camera?" In a swirl of violet haze, a young man, not older than the bearded youth appeared behind the tripod. His back bent to look straight through the camera of the mobile phone. "This is rented. Using my authority as your biographer. Heck, calling myself a fantasy porn director seems apt," the Sikh youth clicked his tongue, observing the god of a man with barely concealed envy.

"Come on, Sa****" the handsome youth paused and looked around in confusion, "Wait, did you just censor my voice?"

"Hell, of course. Saying my real name would earn me ire of Nirdai and Mirage. Don't want to that, Nik."

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Nik sat to... "What should I call you then?" Nik inquired while making himself comfortable on the couch right next to Nik. "Seven Tentacles Of Sin," the youth proclaimed as Nik looked at the belly-loaded youth in amusement. He didn't mind the chunni hidden within the heart of his biographer. "I'll call you Seven, then. So? Why am I here?" Nik looked around. The scene captured him looking at the decorations, but from the scene, only the reinforced wall behind them could be seen. The couch itself sang a level of quality far surpassing the realms of a mortal.

"The leather of ouroboros sure feels nice," Seven commented before continuing with the explanation, "It's like this. Mapping your biography utilizes resources. You are hot, but broke. I am hotter, but still broke." Nik observed Seven, unwilling to enter into a dick match. He was sure that his cock far surpassed Seven's in size and scent. "So, to earn, I divined a specific page where I write special tidbits about you. So far, it has been unsuccessful. To earn enough resources to continue your legend, I decided to create a few scenes with specific rules... well, decided to write literal porn. That seemed to please plenty. Sex sells, after all."

"It sure does," Nik nodded.

"So, every month, I will record you fucking one of your future partners. You two will forget this encounter completely, but... that's the point. This girl may be completely crazy in your perspective when you meet her for real, but, you are well armed for such situations, right?" Seven jested and punched Nik's shoulder softly.

"I seem to understand a little... so I just need to fuck."

"Right on."

"And you are sure that I will be able to add them to the harem?"

"If you play your cards right?"

Nik nodded as he leaned back comfortably. "So? What is this ouroboros?" He inquired while rubbing his hand along the surface of the couch.

"A divine snake," Seven replied, unwilling to bother with unnecessary explanation, "If you get strong enough, you'll see it for yourself. I just heard legends about it."

"Anyway, time is of the essence, in this case, words. This scene is limited to 1000 words and we seem to have already spent... umm" Seven counted on his fingers while looking up without any focus, remembering the previous conversation with a dull expression, "748..." Seven smiled bitterly and scratched his forehead.

"Not enough for even a single act," Nik commented sourly. His eyes suddenly glowed and he inquired, "Say, what's the name of this series then?"

"Goddess Casting."

Seven replied absent-mindedly.

Clapping, Nik turned to face the camera, looking directly at the screen with his glimmering violet eyes that seemed to have pierced through the veils of the dimension, a short smirk later, he inquired without any audience in view, "Hmm? This is called Goddess Casting. Instead of jumping to short one-liner porn, how about I properly glorify my biographer?" Asking rhetorically, Nik flicked Seven's forehead. "Ow!" The man turned up, looking at Nik with confusion.

"So, aside from your name, tell the readers about yourself."

"Hmm? There is nothing to tell. A graduate with a mild sexual interest in real life... but a passion to make my art sexy enough to pull boner from every viewer."

"Art?"

Nik tilted his head curiously.

"Well," Seven shifted uncomfortably, "I wanted to become an artist. Hadn't paid off well, yet. But instead of writing, I wanted to 'show' your life. Through art, that is. Would've been more epic."

"So..." Nik dragged, "You suck at art and settled for writing?"

"I am practicing!" Seven hissed, his glare pulling a mild chuckle from Nik as the Lust Apostle continued, "What else? With your drive to pull boners... surely, you must have exotic tastes."

"I don't if bisexual works," Seven rubbed his bearded chin, "I kinda wanna try a trap in real life before I pass on, but, breaking the curse of virginity is a long term goal."

"That's ambitious."

"The sarcasm is practically dripping," Seven scowled. Feeling the situation turning south, Nik chuckled wryly and hastily stood up.

"Oh my, it has long past 1000 words. Anyway, I'll pass on the message to Ray if I remember any of this. Maybe, he'll help you take care of both of your problems! Later."

Nik waved and dissolved into purple mist as Seven carefully considered the option of banging Ray. The problem was... would Ray even let him? His anal virginity is practically priceless at this point in the story.

Sighing, Seven stood up and walked behind the camera before the world went dark.