Medusa's Revenge (Raffle Winner) [VAULT]

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The skies had become red from warfare, a bleeding heaven of deep clouds that overlooked miles of land. Between the stone circles of cities lay a wasteland of craters and fires, the plumes of battle blown in the wind alongside the tattered banners of humans. Flittering through the thundering atmosphere were devious designs of vile monsters, a trail of mayhem in their wake as they plunged into fortresses and dove through ranks of centurions. Yet, even these beasts appeared like mere moths to the orchestrators of the war, the two titans that hovered above the land in a stare-off that stretched between mountain ranges.

The Overworld had become a battleground. It was the day of reckoning; the Underworld queen Medusa had launched an attack on earth, and the goddess Palutena had come to humanity’s defense.

The war itself had endured over a grueling week, but time was nebulous to the two deities. Both had persisted day and night, channeling divine magic in attempts to thwart the other. Their infantry clashed on multiple fields, resulting in spans of corpses that neither giant could recognize from their outstanding heights. It was an all-out battle for the planet, and so the two fought at their most powerful forms, their gigantic manifestations inspiring their respective armies to battle on.

But as time pressed forward, an outcome neared. Palutena was on the back foot, as she had been since the war was sparked. Her allies had been subdued by Medusa’s schemes, outsmarted and outmatched -- even Pit, her most trusted soldier and friend, had fallen victim to Medusa’s unstoppable attacks. Hopelessness was instilled in Palutena since then, a lingering doubt that she could overcome the Underworld menace; a seed of despair that had taken root, and now crippled the goddess.

Palutena’s hover above her human kingdoms had begun to falter, her body dragged to the ground as her magic became depleted. “Scatter…!” she mentally signalled to the mortal troops under her, battalions caught up in a melee against Medusa’s minions. The distressed tone of a goddess was appropriately ominous, with the humans gazing up to see the impossible mass of their protector falling upon them. They dropped their weapons and fled, as did the monsters they had been fighting -- but few could escape the wide-sweeping fall of Palutena’s landing, her legs crashing into a forest with a terrifying quake of noise. Luck alone determined who was flattened beneath the goddess’s body, and who survived in the shadow of her fringed white dress.

Crouched after the fall, Palutena was stiff, wincing from the deaths she caused -- but it was a trickle to the total toll. Her position, humble as it were, did amuse her opponent. Medusa plainly grinned at Palutena as she drew closer, choosing to stride across the distance with footsteps that both crushed and magically deteriorated the nature beneath her. Each footfall added to Palutena’s upcast glare, her teeth bared in rage.

Medusa snickered, “Have you finally come to terms with your defeat, Palutena?” The snakes of her hair hissed with a laughter of their own, staring down at the goddess with a reptilian delight shared by their master. “You claim to defend humans… but all I’ve observed is you extending their suffering. Ill-befitting of a so-called goddess, I say--”

“You will never surpass me, Medusa…!” Palutena interrupted fiercely, her head snapping upwards at her foe. “Humanity… b-believes in me…! I can’t… fall here…!” That anger-induced energy, however, could take her only so far. An attempt just to stand resulted in her falling back to her knees -- more than just her magic had been worn to its limits, as even her stamina was low after so many encounters.

The long-game strategy, thus, had worked well for Medusa. “I have exercised near-limitless patience with you and your centurions…” Medusa remarked, a lazy gaze turning to where a fleet of such warriors flew nearby. Like specks in the wind, she saw them fight brazenly against her cheek and neck with a storm of arrows; in a blink, beams from her eyes obliterated the trivial opposition, and Medusa continued without stop. “I grow weary of this battle, too, Palutena. It’s time we find a new way to entertain me.”

Palutena held her breath, genuine worry poisoning her thoughts. With little else to defend herself with, she concentrated a magical force to the tip of her staff, charging an attack to buy herself time. The Underworld queen, however, was not threatened by this display, but in fact charmed by this persistence.

“Hmhm! Adorable, really,” Medusa teased, stabbing her own staff into the ground so that it could stand on its own. Another pace forward earned her the point of Palutena’s weapon, but she remained unphased, offering her own two palms forward in response. As she did, black-red magic stemmed from her fingertips. “You’ve put that magic to such poor use, Palutena. Let me show you what divinity is truly capable of!”

Palutena grunted, pushing forward her attack-- but it was washed away. Her projectile of light was disintegrated by the wave of darkness Medusa then unleashed, failing to slow its creeping expanse. So fast did this wicked energy fill the air that Palutena could not dodge, caught in the middle of an intense blast that forced a gasp of surprise -- her staff plummeted into the forest, clambering through treetops as her body was propelled backwards over the vista.

Medusa hummed with pleasure as the dark curtains of her magic entangled Palutena, levitating her above the earth. “Yes, yes…!” she hissed, her fingers coiling in excitement. “Draw it from her…! Every last droplet…! That delicious divinity must belong to me…!”

Overcome with a burning pain, Palutena could only shudder and squirm in the mystical grasp of her enemy. Medusa’s words haunted her as she felt her senses dim; the very energy that empowered Palutena to be a goddess was being drained from her vessel-like body, warped into Medusa’s grim possession. No amount of resistance could interrupt the spell, not after it had taken hold of her so decisively. She could only wail in bursts, too aware how her cries could garner no meaningful help. All around her, she felt the gaze of an audience, humans and centurions alike that trembled to see their goddess fall victim to Medusa’s magic.

As more of Palutena’s divinity was claimed by Medusa, the weaker her defenses became. More rapidly did she lose her precious power, an experience that cast her with a sickly fatigue as her body began to shed its hugeness. No longer a whole goddess, Palutena thus shrunk appropriately, diminishing just like her radiance within the cloud of Medusa’s spell.

“No! N-Not this!” Palutena stammered, her breathing heavy with the horror she comprehended. “Medusa, th-this-- Have mercy! Th-This power is-- it can’t be trusted with you…!”

“Bahah! Trust me, indeed, Palutena!” Medusa chortled, relishing the energy that combined with her own. “Trust that I will unleash an unstoppable reign over your miserable humans…!” She thrust forward, eager to have all that she could, “Begone, goddess! Your power is mine! Bahaha!”

That echoing laugh seeped into Palutena’s mind as one final pull of divinity was stripped from her. The bleak cloud surrounding her faded without fanfare, having concluded its vampiric drain. Without it there to hold Palutena, what fraction remained of her was left to fall from its great height. She could be seen as a green comet, dropped into the human city her back had been turned to. It was a civilization that had been only big enough for Palutena’s two feet, but now, her limp form was lost within its borders.

Palutena’s fall from grace had landed her amidst a block of buildings, her back having broken through the roof of the city’s grandest temple. Nearly depleted of divinity, she managed to retain a towering height compared to the mortals she was surrounded by, crowds of ankle-high townsfolk that clammored around the limbs of their goddess. They were distraught, panicked to have witnessed their protector be disempowered and beaten. Some prayed in an effort to recharge her, while others struggled to upheave the rubble around her body -- but all attention contorted to the eastern horizon, the winds of fate swirling in the direction of Medusa’s behemoth stand above them all.

“Yes, yes…! This is all I’ve dreamed of…” Medusa cheered, savoring how the divinity filled her. Incredible power weighed in even just the nails of her fingers, flowing even more greatly through the rest of her; tickled by such strength, her epic laughter thundered onto humanity, thrilled to begin a new era for the Overworld.

Before entitling herself to what was once Palutena’s realm, however, Medusa prioritized an important change. “Oh, how I’ve waited too long for this,” she whispered, focusing on the hue of her skin and the whipping movements of her snakes. She closed her eyes peacefully, as though wishing these attributes farewell, for as she concentrated on these monstrous aspects, they slowly began to change. Redness returned to her skin as though a corpse had been given life, the tangle of snakes on her head were tamed into a slumber. By use of Palutena’s divinity, she purified her body of that which plagued her for lifetimes, removing the beastly qualities that had forever scarred her beauty.

Cracks of light drew more attention onto Medusa as her body literally shed away the ugliness that had cursed her. The power of a god vanquished such corruption, revealing a body that glowed with an ultimate radiance. Medusa had regained her original appearance, her beauty that she had treasured. Reptilian hair became long braids of black and the paleness in her pupils was removed. Where the divine energy ran, it purified Medusa, in all but her wretched heart. To peak the restoration of her elegance, Medusa posed proudly for the world to witness, combing her fresh hair between her fingers and moaning with an unreal relief.

“Rejoice, disgusting mortals! Rejoice for your new queen~!” Medusa announced, her words booming across the withering landscape. A godly volume carried her voice far to many cities, bringing attention to the rejuvenated deity. “For twenty-five years, I’ve suffered under that affliction… that blessing given to me by your goddess Palutena…! Where does she cower now, that worm? Her of all people should be in awe of my magnificence…!”

Though she wondered where Palutena had gone, Medusa knew of where she had fallen. The city ahead of her was warned with a tremble-causing glare, her narrowed eyes as devilish and charming as her smile. Wreckage from where Palutena landed was signalled by the plumes of smoke rising from a crater, and so Medusa moved forward, each swing of leg conjuring foul winds that tore towards the city’s walls.

Thoo-oom. Thoo-oom. In only so few steps, Medusa towered over the city, the blood-red hem of her dress rippling like clouds of smoke. She propped an arm against her hip in a smug display. “Pathetic,” she spat, highlighting the city’s feebleness by pushing a bare toe against its barriers. Immediately were the defenses splintered into, a blunt force so powerful that it made no difference how soft Medusa’s skin was in regards to how it devastated those stationed by the wall. She giggled at her results, deciding to roll all five of her toes over the wall as well -- like an overwhelming tsunami, her round digits bombarded the city with every curl, grinding stone and sentries alike into a dust between them.

Medusa blinked, cooling back to an eerie calm. Not just yet, she teased herself. Patience… I’ll have eternity to play with these bugs. She settled her gaze into the middle of the city, sifting its streets for that noticeable green color. “Are you trying to hide her?” she coyly suggested, her words stirring the masses into a frenzy. She chuckled, “Or has that spoiled brat shrunken too small for me to see?”

Meteoric knees broke into the earth as Medusa knelt down in front of the city, each foot sliding backwards through battlefields she would never acknowledge. Her attention was entirely on finding Palutena, a subject she still had need for. She hosted a casual expression that was utterly detached from the panic and chaos of the humans, their plights meaningless to her goal. Everywhere she looked, bug-like humans ran from her glance; an unfortunate swathe of some were turned to stone by staring into her massive eyes, a power Medusa yet retained and toyed with while on her hunt for Palutena.

Hunched over the city on her hands and knees, Medusa truly loomed over the city, encompassing its sky with her greatness and swallowing the roads and buildings under her shadow. “No hiding, Palutena~” A finger extended daintily from her fist, gently surmounting a tower that was impressive to mortal perspectives, but crumbled to one touch of a malevolent goddess. More destructively, she brushed aside an entire cluster of buildings, clearing a space like swiping away grime. “All those screams are so satisfying~ but I really must hear how you sound in my hands, little goddess…”

Then, with a flare in her eyes, her obsession was located. Her head turned with curiosity, appreciating Palutena’s sprawl in the center of town. She lay there cast with heavy breaths and sudden twitches, her eyes open just enough to perceive what looked over her. Desperately, Palutena twisted into a crawl, disregarding how her body toppled through buildings. No demolition of her own would possibly compare to Medusa’s wrath, and so she dashed hastily up the city in a gasp, frantic to avoid the claw reaching for her.

As the mobs of humans scurried away from Palutena’s sprint, Medusa savored the situation. She allowed Palutena to stomp her way to the city’s border, granting just a glimpse of an escape. Once she was at the gates attempting to climb over them, Medusa’s hand dove down and plucked the goddess by the waist. The pads of her fingers threw Palutena into a tickled fit, her whole body flailing but unable to whip free -- there was no surpassing the strength of even two fingers clamped onto her, dragging her up into the open air.

“Still clinging to a shred of divinity, I see,” Medusa said in a chilling tone. She smirked while investigating the writhing woman in her grasp, turning her prize and scouring her for details. Her divine rival was now less than a doll to her, a moment more than deserving of a hearty laugh. “Hah! You desperate little thing… Would it be just to simply let you hide from my revenge? Don’t degrade yourself so, Palutena. Stupidity is never a good look.”

Palutena squirmed, but without her divine might, her exhaustion was multitudes more burdensome. Try as she might, she really was just an object to be held by someone so much more powerful than her -- more powerful than anything the realm had to offer. “M-Medusa, y-you can’t… please,” she begged, “th-this violence can end here--”

“All of this could have been avoided, Palutena!” Medusa cut in, tightening her hold on Palutena into a strangle-like fist. “You disobeyed my decision, you stripped me of my power, you cursed me as a monster! You brought this all unto yourself. Humanity’s demise began when you dared to overthrow me!”

Medusa craned back into her kneel outside the city. Her knees spread further apart, carving long chasms with their movement, and her free hand tugged up at her robe so that its end was untucked from under her. These meager adjustments created a series of quakes that rocked the sheltering citizens in front of her, but their cries would only attract Medusa’s cruelty as she architected them into her plot with Palutena.

“You deserve not one drop of that divinity,” Medusa stated, lifting Palutena to be before her scanning eyes. “I’ll wring you of that last little amount so that it can be rightfully mine. And,” she giggled, “I know of a perfectly humiliating way to do so… A method that will also put you well in your place, Palutena.”

Palutena again struggled in the wrap of fingers, calling out for Medusa to reconsider, but she was nonetheless lowered to where she would be put to use. She feared what scheme Medusa had envisioned, but her nightmare was distant from the wicked game in store for her. It only became clear what Medusa desired to do when more of her robe was pulled up and apart, unveiling a wide path between her enormous legs. Palutena and the humans below were stunned by the nudity of Medusa’s crotch, exposed for all to pale before, its presence emphasized by its humid aroma.

The lips glistened from the slick wetness Medusa had produced, a single string of which weighed heavy enough to bust down roofs. The cleanly shaven surface was a result of her recent transformation, perfectly smooth like the rest of her skin, willing and ready to begin. Palutena shivered in front of the mighty crotch, turned towards the phenomenon and forced to admire it. There was no debate that Medusa’s cunt could outmatch humanity’s protector, staring back at Palutena hungrily.

Medusa giggled as she stretched her opening with a winding finger, her touch swirling hypnotically between the flaps of flesh. Her perfect skin warmed with additional color as her arousal was pushed further, anxiously waiting to take in the goddess she had shrunk. Medusa’s mouth was agape in her craving, an obnoxious expression that represented her lustful revenge.

“N-No, not-- not like this,” Palutena prayed, feeling smaller and smaller in Medusa’s possession. She swallowed as she neared close enough to touch the quivering flesh, reeled back from the hole until she was forcefully pushed against it. She gasped a shrill breath, then held quiet, silent as she endured the first wave of Medusa’s wetness overcoming her.

“Nnnmmm… Haah…” Medusa gathered herself, preparing her mind and body for the pleasure to come. Free fingers spread open her entrance further, compensating more than enough for Palutena’s form. “Do keep struggling,” she urged in a moan, “fight until your final breath…”

To that word, Medusa pushed Palutena inside of her, accepting first her head and shoulders before gradually shoving more of the goddess deeper. Her pace was slow and steady, teasing herself to want more -- it was torture for Palutena, who sank into the pocket of flesh with only one deep breath to rely on while submerged in the wet cavern. The walls around her swelled with arousal, the muscles trapping her with an incredible tightness that was as terrible as her fist. In a fit, Palutena tried to dig back and resist this lewd punishment, but Medusa was in complete control, ending that resistance with a flick to her ass. Due to her upper body being consumed, Palutena could not protect her rear from this surprisingly painful blow, instead resorting to blind kicks that only added to Medusa’s fun.

“Ahhn… What a feeling…! A goddess writhing inside me… begging for me to cease…!” Medusa laughed, interrupted by sharp breaths triggered by Palutena’s flails. She hunched forward and back repeatedly, shifting her weight so that more of her core was being tended to. “There-- that divinity!” she gasped, her smile flashing larger. “That belongs to me…! Forfeit your power, Palutena…! I will use it… and become a supreme being…!”

Every word dripped with an untamed arousal, her tone rich with sultriness as she continued to please herself. Palutena suffered worse than could be seen, once again suppressed with a draining effect on her divinity. She had so little left, only enough to maintain a sturdy height and inhuman strength, but even this was slipping from her. Every stroke-like push of her body was another surge of divinity being lost, immediately absorbed by the greater woman she was inside of. As she succumbed to weaker and weaker states of being, Medusa continued to rise as an insurmountable powerhouse.

The city below was the audience to this historic, humiliating event. In the shade of Medusa’s expanding body, they watched with horror as their goddess was not just defeated, but defiled in a depraved ritual. Palutena’s body was witnessed being devoured by a cunt more monstrous than the beasts beating at their walls, hopelessly flailing where she could within the confines of Medusa’s grasp. All the while, as despair rained over the crowds, Medusa’s amusement played like a symphony, a sinister song made up of giggles and moans overlaying the wicked quaking of the earth beneath her feet. Pray as they might, no human effort, even that of a sprawling city, could possibly aid Palutena.

But their world and their woes was lost on their new overlord, Medusa’s thoughts overcome with the satisfaction of disempowering her troublesome rival. Positioned on her knees, her hips thrust forward in unbridled excitement, working every muscle in order to drain Palutena of every last ounce of divinity. Palutena from within struggled against these collapsing walls and violent pulses; the only mercy she found was her ever dwindling size, her mortal-sized form proving to be less restrictive in the cramped environment.

A streak of drool descended Medusa’s lips, and like the sparse droplets of sweat that fell from her temples, it carried enough weight to crash onto the earth below. She had grown magnificent in size with the addition of Palutena’s power, relishing that dynamic in an explosive conclusion to her lustful ritual. Her moan of pleasure encompassed much of the Overworld, cities far and wide trembling to the vibrations of her release -- her electric excitement instantly turned onto the city, rolled into laughter by how the pitiful location fit cleanly between her knees, an entire civilization existing underneath her groin. She imagined the countless faces cowering under her post-orgasm expression, savoring how insignificant they must find themselves to be.

The horror of their reality was suspended. Crowds panicked at chokehold gates, desperate to flee while the collosal above was slowed. Medusa cared not for how they tried to escape, her mind pulled toward the impossible power she now controlled, and the bug she sucked it from -- Palutena, once a graceful and beloved protector of humanity, had devolved into mortal capabilities. She was nothing more than a human, the absence of her radiance leaving her as a shell of her former self.

Truly, she felt less than that. Barely clinging to consciousness, Palutena dimly opened her eyes to the world around her. She had been freed from Medusa’s cunt at some point in a spell of dizziness, but her surroundings were equally distressing. The adhesiveness of Medusa’s cum kept her whole body completely restrained in what was just a splotch of the wetness stuck to Medusa’s pointer finger -- the pad of this lone digit was a hilltop that Palutena lay collapsed in, unable to free herself from the persistent stickiness that capped this lonely setting.

Palutena gasped, nearly blown away from the fingertip as a tornado-like wind whipped at her. She screamed as she beared through the force without any magical resistance to defend her; what she compared to an incredible gale-calling spell was just a huff from the great Medusa. Massive lips curled with delight, summoning these impossible winds with every chuckle had at Palutena’s misfortune.

“Is this speck on my finger supposed to be Palutena?” Medusa wondered coyly, her glare a landscape to behold for the shrunken woman she held. Each blink threatened enough power to crush Palutena, each wrinkle of Medusa’s nose containing the energy to crumble buildings. “This is all that’s left of you. No godhood, no pride to speak of. Only dust -- a mote of dust that could be blown away by my breath… smothered between my fingers… devoured in a single gulp.”

Palutena screamed, “I can’t die like this…! Humanity needs me…! Medusa, please!!”

But such an insignificant voice never reached Medusa, nor would it have swayed the fate she had devised. “A mortal fallen from the Skyworld, stripped of her power… What purpose does something like that even have? I can only think of ways to dispose of an abomination like yourself -- but after all these years feuding, perhaps I can find a pinch of mercy for you, little Palutena…”

Palutena, still immobilized by secretions, yelled as the red-smogged sky twisted and contorted while Medusa’s finger curled. Once able to open her eyes in a stable landscape, she beheld the overwhelming wall that was Medusa’s torso. The gigantic robe that had grown with the titan slipped slowly down her chest, eventually revealing her right breast -- huge and bombastic, the nipple alone was mightier than any human siege weapon, and it was exactly that to which Palutena was pointed towards.

Medusa carried her there, well aware of how a simple movement such as that was a wild ride for Palutena to suffer. She posed the fallen goddess a relative inch from her nipple, turning her head and angling her view with a devilish smile. “Do you miss that precious divinity? Do you want to be with that power again?” Medusa teased, her nipple erect from the attention she and Palutena gave it. “Be grateful, then. I’ll have you rejoin that power -- I’ll let you drown in it, even!”

From Palutena’s perspective, the fortress-sized nipple was charged into her with lightning speed, though in truth, it was her being launched into the hardened surface. As fleshy and soft as Medusa’s breasts were, her nipple was fiercely stiff, catching Palutena with only the most surface-level softness. The impact choked the air from Palutena, but following her crash was a grinding sensation as the fingertip swiveled into the nipple. The minor texture was no unmissable detail for the tiny woman as every bump and ridge attacked her, all expanded to sweeping sizes that any mortal would bow to.

And yet, not enough for Medusa, she began to grow. Even larger did she expand, her grounded knees bulldozing the forests and hills that surrounded the forgotten city beneath her. Medusa hummed openly with a sinister tune, pleased to feel such destruction against her skin, but nothing peaked past the joy of belittling and torturing her enemy. With Palutena’s divinity, Medusa scaled to even greater heights, beyond the height gods and goddesses could otherwise reach. She ascended with power, but Medusa, so absorbed into her triumph, relished more in the sensation that Palutena was shrinking.

Aroused anew, Medusa boisterously laughed at the speck that squirmed between her nipple and forefinger. “Don’t resist, Palutena,” she told her, “be accepted by my body…! Skyworld may not accept you, but I will house you! You will become one with me… a part of me! You’ll exist inside my breast for all eternity, Palutena… My immortality will extend to you, and you’ll forever exist as my personal prisoner!”

Medusa’s massive body rocked with earth shattering effect. She licked her lips to the delicious experience of absorbing Palutena, persistently massaging her nipple so that she would fit inside. When Palutena proved still too big, Medusa only grew further, her areola expanding to be the width of an entire city. The fallen goddess was less than a speck to her, the little ridges of Medusa’s fingertip able to spread as wide as streets. That massive finger, impossibly long to Palutena, diligently grinded her pitiful shape, forcing her entrance.

A milky greeting awaited Palutena on this fate. A lone droplet was pushed from the duct as Medusa’s touch became tighter, but to Palutena, it was a flood of white that submerged her entirely. This moisture washed away the stickiness that held Palutena, freeing her enough to thrash and slam within the droplet that absorbed her. Medusa dreamed of this happening as the milk dribbled down her digit, and her eagerness to conclude swelled. Her mouth opened agape in a gasp of air -- everything she schemed was coming together into a masterpiece moment.

Those who broke from the chaos or were stricken stiff with despair were witnesses to Palutena’s fate, observing her imprisonment from directly below Medusa’s skyblotching crotch. Their goddess was sealed within Medusa’s nipple, deprived of her godhood, stripped of all pride. No nightmare could accurately visualize the torment Palutena was put through, the blinding darkness and the scorching heat of the inside of Medusa’s enormous body. Unable to die, the godliness of the milk instead digested her form, adding her feeble mass to the weight of Medusa’s breast. Cry as she might, no wail of hers could escape the nipple; she could make no tell of up or down, she could not fathom a chance of exiting this infernal prison. Yet worse for her situation was Medusa’s playfulness, how she groped her breast and caused the milk Palutena was becoming apart of to spin and swirl, vaguely conscious of the exact torture she caused but wishfully dreaming of those whirlpools.

So succumbed by these dreams, Medusa felt an intense wave of arousal. Divine power flowed in her veins, waiting to be used. The Overworld stretched all around her, shrunken and frail before her omnipotent form. She listened in on the screams below, absorbing them for pleasure much as she did Palutena -- and then, with a shiver of anticipation, Medusa dropped her weight onto the coin-sized city below. Her titanic crotch tore through buildings, forts, and farms alike, treating every structure and every living being with the same unstoppable pressure. Thousands of deaths would be announced with an erotic hum, and for kilometers away, civilians could see the towering woman collapse like she did, the ground trembling to her sexual drop.

A civilization was flattened into an ugly smear, much of the debris caught in the hairs and wetness surrounding her cunt. Looking down at the destruction, Medusa leaked a teasing giggle, the city deserving no better of a reaction. Her focus was reserved on Palutena, more thrilled to have her captive inside her nipple than she was to have access to unlimited power. Medusa toyed with Palutena’s prison between two fingers, idly keeping herself busy while she fantasized of where to begin her reign as the world’s penultimate goddess.