Finis Chaldea

The woman mentioned a lack of sorcerers in this world. Upon hearing this, Sukuna tilted his head in curiosity. His senses for this world were still expanding, but... she was right. If there were sorcerers around, he would have felt one by now. Her claim that she could declare herself a god and actually receive worship in this current form was... something that seemed very true, actually. "... Heh~" Sukuna laughed just briefly, a twisted and toothy grin quickly stretching across his face. He realized in a single moment how much carnage he could cause in this world, and thought it exhilarating. That nun even spoke of the limitations to her current vessel, which he understood to mean the lack of Mystery in the world had heavily crippled everyone on the material plane. The more his senses expanded though, the more he caught a whiff of some beings high above, much closer to entities in the old world. "Eh? Those guys up there feel annoying though," he said, sighing in the aftermath of the statement. A handful of presences did feel rather annoying, but also exciting. He didn't have time to go so far, though; he had a purpose.

While Sukuna's hand was outstretched, the woman addressed his purpose for coming to this world. She spoke of caution when choosing a Creator for himself, which reminded him of the parting words of Sin. "That woman said the same thing. That's annoying. Whatever. Weak as they are, I should be able to round them all up with one more," he said, his fingers beckoning once more. What a glorious moment it was when that original finger of his was manifested and handed over. Ah, he'd be wreaking some havoc with that one restored. "Malleus, huh? Some brat got hold of my fingers and gave himself a name like that? Stupid."

Regardless of halfling ignorance, Sukuna had all he needed. His head leaned back, his mouth opened wide, and he dropped that old finger directly into his throat to swallow it whole. The next beat of his heart was something that reverberated far and wide. Mortals across the entire continent experienced an air of foreboding, some even suffering sudden illness. Sukuna knew he wouldn't have to go looking for the one called Malleus; that halfling would come to him soon enough. Three of twenty fingers were part of Sukuna once again, and he was absolutely giddy about it. 'Have fun,' the woman said. Oh, he was going to have loads! It was without hesitation that he excitedly burst out of the building they were in, out of even that disgusting country. Sukuna rocketed toward the first location he could find that was touched by the moon's light, and once there... any composure he had left was gone. His extra pair of eyes opened as he looked out at the bright moon, basking in its rays for the first time in this world. "Keh! Ehe─hahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh!"

Sukuna's body was trembling with excitement. His mana fluctuated repeatedly as the third finger merged with his being, and clothes were formed on his body over time. What he wore in a matter of moments was a simple robe matching the color of his hair; he had no reason to be flashy. Standing atop some abandoned old structure with quite a bit of flat space to offer, he used the power of the three 'cursed' fingers in his possession to reach the whole of this world. He had a good sense for those who would classify as Creators, even in their weakened state. As such, his hands came together, fore and pinky fingers each curled inward while his middle and ring fingers extended. Sukuna customized a curse in the moment, just for this event. All Creators would be dragged from whence they came to this very rooftop, as his magical application was to yank them by the Source─ even if they were unaware of a Source's existence in this cycle. It seemed this world allowed its inhabitants to take various forms with those... Core things. No matter; Sukuna would not be seeing those by the functionality of his spell.

More little chuckles from the pink haired young man before her. She expected him to realize the truth of her words as his senses expanded. It seemed they'd reached about the right level when he took notice of the strength of those above this current level of existence. He referred to them as 'annoying' which only made her chuckle a bit. "Yes, the ones up there are the closest I have felt to the old world's most dangerous individuals. They do not seem to be much involved with this lower world," she explained of that situation. It was to her knowledge rather unusual for most to make trips down to this level of the world. Though she'd felt something very strange a few months ago on this level of the world, it seemed to be a fluke in nature.

Whatever the case, it seemed that Anos new bride was as caring an individual as the old tales claimed. She'd given the advice to this young man to be a bit selective in his choice of goddess. "Oh? Well I suppose as the one who had a hand in their creation she would know them best," she mused. There was a claim by the lad that he'd be able to summon them all and check for himself with the addition of this third finger and that seemed to be true enough. Beyond this point it seemed that he took issue with several things about the halfling that was making use of his cursed energy. Whatever the case, she could only laugh at his annoyance. "Hehehe~ You're not wrong." stated. And with his finger handed over it seemed the lad's excitement could no longer be contained.

By feeling alone she realized he'd fled the city to do his little activity. "They grow up so quickly. Though I do wonder what kind of woman he'll pick for himself this time... and why my dear niece did not just give him more specific instructions. Perhaps whenever I see my sister next I'll ask about it..." and just like that she went back to work. All the while the sources of dozens of individuals were being pulled to the spot that Sukuna called them to. One such individual had black hair and wore a rather strappy outfit, beside her, a young girl with deadpan eyes and purple hair, both dressed in something like traditional Japanese clothing. Between them were a variable number of Celestial women, some winged, some with animal parts. There was some sort of demi-fae with large butterfly wings and tinted pink skin. There was also among them a green haired rather buxom woman dressed in white linen. Shrill laughter would escape her, because though she had no idea what was going on, her glorious form was on display for the world to see, even while missing certain more desirable aspects like her Celestial Visage. And somewhere nearby that one, a pink haired and healthy proportioned young woman seemed to make an appearance as well. She was modestly dressed in black and bones with piercing red eyes that seemed to have light moving behind them of their own accord. She pressed a hand against her face and seemed astounded when finding her flesh to be the pale color she'd abandoned for a less conspicuous look. "Oh? I was summoned in this form?" she mentioned only to have her concentration cut short by the laughter. Reflexively her eyes rolled. Up and down the line she saw various Celestial women for some reason. Strange... what was going on here.

What was going on here? A selection the likes of which this world had probably never seen. Before Sukuna, there were many goddesses for his viewing pleasure, though of course some were more pleasant on the eye than others. "Not as good as I expected," he mused with a sigh. Walking forward, Sukuna's left hand waved repeatedly, clawed fore and middle fingers extended as he returned goddesses to their original locations one by one. The closer he got to the line, the more disappointed he became in some. There was eventually pause taken before some dead-eyed... child? "Eh? Guess I should have been more specific, damnit." That one was being sent back with haste, though the black-haired woman next to her was left alone.

After his initial removals, Sukuna was left with around twenty to choose from. How very fitting. Among them were the pink-haired, green-haired, black-haired and pink-skinned options. "That oughta do for a first round. Congrats. The rest of you aren't ugly or too weak, so I'm picking from this lot," he explained. Ah, but he hadn't gotten into the specifics, had he? Back to his original location, Sukuna was able to view the remaining line all at once. There were certainly some decent-looking picks available. Sukuna could see himself having quite a bit of fun with any available goddess, at least by looks alone. Alas, he had to be picky, so he'd be on the lookout for everyone's reactions each time he spoke. "Who here's open to being bent over backwards and plowed until you're physically and mentally broken?" he asked as blandly as one would question the time of day.

It seemed that there was some sort of selection taking place. Of course, there was an immediate set of dismissals, including that of a child. The vanishing of said child seemed to cause the one right beside her a bit of distress. That distress seemed to cause a few to look at the black haired woman sympathetically. One individual who did this was the pink haired girl in all of her dark and gloomy clothes. She didn't seem overly distressed about the sudden disappearances, meanwhile the man who'd summoned them all apparently had his first words to share. They'd all been chosen for not being too weak, that was seemingly a compliment. Ah and such a compliment came with immediate shrill laughter from the likes of the green haired woman who stood before all others. "It is only right that I am chosen, there need be no others only glorious Ishtar!" A sigh escaped both the pink haired girl and the woman with the large fairy wings. A few of the other women also seemed to look away and roll their eyes with various amounts of animosity hidden or on public display. Small whispers passed between them, 'She doesn't even know why were here...' one said. 'She really hasn't even been seen since the last time she died.' said another. 'Was she really created by the same people who made the rest of us?' Ah yes, those murmurs were normal for her but those words never mattered as men adored her and only a few women ever bothered to loudly contradict her.

Moving on, apparently he had a question to ask of the lot and it would get various answers and responses. Several goddesses upon hearing his words gasped. One fainted to be caught by one of the others. Several looked various degrees of scared. The pink haired girl blushed intensely. "Who opens like that?" she asked mostly of herself. Ishtar as she named herself, laughed... "You shouldn't speak to a goddess like that, but I am in a good mood so I am willing to forgive you!" she exclaimed, seemingly almost swooning at the mere idea. Of the remainder of the group, it would be the winged one who had something to say which appeared to be more reasonable than most. "I am already paired to someone else. I am not interested in such a thing with you..." she said honestly. The black haired woman was still looking to her side where the little girl had gone missing from and one more thing would pass the pink haired woman's lips. "She is back where she was before... don't worry too much about her," she offered, which got her a nod. Only for the pink haired woman to stare a bit longer. 'She looks like Metis, but I don't think she is Metis...' she thought about the situation.

One of these goddesses was particularly talkative; that much became clear the moment Sukuna first spoke to the group. That was about the attitude he expected of one who knew no challenge and let a high position get to their head. Maybe he could deal with that, but he had a few concerns for the potentials. Oh well; he'd move on to establish the whole purpose of his arrival, and of this summoning.

Sukuna's intentions were laid bare before these goddesses. Many reactions occurred in unison, few of them favorable. One of the women mentioned being paired with someone else, and having no interest. Without even looking in her direction, Sukuna offered his response to that one. "Didn't ask; don't care. I don't need you interested from the start," he said in a very offhanded manner. Ah, but one other had spoken to him directly. It was the same one from earlier who now claimed he should not speak to a goddess the way he did, but that she'd... forgive him? Obviously, the inhabitants of this world were allowed an amount of ignorance unbecoming of their kind. "This is your good mood? Shut your hole. Your type can't even call themselves gods anymore. I'm the only god here right now," he said truthfully. By the previous world's laws, there were Creators and Destroyers... though they were more aptly called Gods of Creation and Gods of Destruction. These lesser creatures calling themselves gods in his presence was hardly accurate when they were so very diluted. Already annoyed, Sukuna sighed once more before continuing. "But I'm a nice guy. I'll forgive you for not answering my question. That goes for all of you, now you've got one more chance. Who here fucks best?"

Ah and off to a wonderful start this was... according to this pink haired man, he didn't care about the existing relationships of these individuals. The winged creature could only sigh. This was not at all something she had any interest in. Though given her own powers she knew this man wasn't necessarily a bad one, he simply wasn't the one she was made for. Something about that made the whole of this an annoyance she didn't want to deal with. Speaking of things that didn't want to be dealt with, Ishtar's antics were seemingly not going to be tolerated. Her overly haughty attitude was immediately barked at by a superior power, which strangely made the woman quiet. Of course, this brought nothing but laughter from the pink haired girl who seemed amused by the shut down reaction.

So then on to his question, there were many murmurs once again. Though many had taken to being rather scared of his outburst how could any of them actually answer his question. It wasn't the type of thing they were ever asked. Ah, well one had this covered at least, and she was also willing to get rid of at least one aother potential as there was only one person here she considered a threat to herself. "The obvious answer is I, glorious Ishtar..." she said puffing her chest out. "And it's obviously not Kur over there, at the very least she's still a virgin, she wouldn't even know what to do with it!" claimed Ishtar jutting her chest out. Of course she'd say something like that and of course Kur would be left with her eyes wider than normal, then suddenly narrow. "He may not think much of us as gods, but speak for yourself. I'll still drag your ass into the Underworld," these were Kur's only words on the matter, but dangling behind Ishtar was a large spectral scythe just tickling the back of her neck. That was enough to make her falter for just a moment. Many of the other women weren't willing to put themselves out there and answer the question. Kur as she was referred to would take it upon herself to answer, "I couldn't actually answer that question, as annoying as she is, she's not lying about my being a virgin..." she huffed just a little and managed not to make eye contact with anyone. It wasn't as if she was ashamed it was simply that the reason such a thing was, had a lot to do with Ishtar and stirred additional feelings of digust and rage she'd thought she'd let go of a long time before the present.

Sukuna rephrased his question only to receive an answer filled with attempted shame against another option from... of course, the most talkative of the bunch so far. Actually, this green-haired thing wouldn't be so bad as someone to put in their place. She was the meatiest of the bunch, offering a great deal to play around with... but there was more to look into. "Stop calling yourself glorious. It's annoying, and you're worthless until I'm sure which one of you is best."

As natural progression went, Sukuna found himself with the most interest in this talkative specimen, but perhaps that was the sort of thing he was warned against? It was very easy to listen to the one voice louder than all others, and so few were speaking in total. At the very least, Ishtar showed some confidence in her usefulness. What was this, though? She dragged another of those goddesses under the proverbial bus, outing her as a virgin. Maybe she thought that would sully the other woman in Sukuna's eyes? Well, it didn't. Apart from the opposite effect being produced and Sukuna marking this 'Kur' as an interesting prospect right away, the pink-haired one showed some fangs to Ishtar before confirming the latter's earlier statement. "Heh? A virgin with some bite to her, eh? Keh! So, four left." Sukuna's fingers were used to swipe the air again, removing from his presence all but Ishtar, Kur, the black-haired woman obviously connected to that child, and another very buxom figure sporting curly blonde hair adorned with various flowers. He thought to keep the winged one for multiple reasons, but her disinterest was only becoming more annoying by the moment; he didn't have time for that. Three of the remaining four were the strongest of the lot; the fourth he chose in case the one negative to Ishtar was her annoyance.

Now that the options were narrowed down to four, Sukuna could be more direct... as if he wasn't direct enough already. "Green, black, pink, yellow; that's the order. Personality check time! Line 'em up and tell me what you think your best features are. Last to first," he demanded. The blonde lesser goddess did not move from her position, and only huffed when presented with such nonsense. "Is this just some silly contest? I have better things to do than play concubine. Don't tell me any of you are entertaining this," she stated. A moment later though, the briefest eye-contact with Sukuna left this woman trembling just slightly. She hadn't looked at him directly before this point, but she felt a bit more compelled to answer him... perhaps for her own wellbeing. "M─my breasts, I guess. . ." That was better, simple though the answer was. "Next."

"Che~" a little snicker left the lips of Kur before she stopped what she was doing to go back to looking a bit passive. To be honest, she could have come along on any trip that led to Ishtar getting yelled at by someone, irrespective of the context was worth coming along for. The black haired woman also covered her own initial snicker with a cough which did not do much for discouraging the thoughts of Kur about her relationship to Metis. Though admittedly she was a bit different, from the outset.

Regardless, it seemed no real problem would come of sibling infighting this day. Of course, it seemed that once again, Isthar's constant scheming seemed to work in reverse of what she wanted. She'd been told to quiet herself and her commentary about Kur had only moved the girl further up this man's list. How ridiculous. It was obvious he'd only been looking for her, and everyone else being here, was simply a matter of not knowing what he was looking for. She turned her nose up in the air having convinced herself of this truth and went on with her general inspection. Though his hair wasn't the blonde she preferred, he was muscular and covered in tattoos. One didn't have the sort of attitude he did, without being good for a lay so it would obviously not be a bad arrangement to add him to her collection. Imagine her slight annoyance as Kur, black haired woman who looked like Metis, and the busty blonde stayed.

Obviously, all would be well, though Kur was a bit problematic, he'd more than likely choose one of the ones with a bit more body and it'd be easy to convince him that she was better if he found out how absolutely trash everyone was compared to her. Ah and the blonde would be the first to have to answer his question and though she was annoyed she seemingly went on to answer him just the same after attempting to look at him directly. She seemed to be scared how strange... "I mean he went through all the trouble of calling us all here. Whether I entertain it as an idea or not, wouldn't stop me from hearing him out. He's obviously one of those Destroyers mom talked about and she said they were good for the balance of the world. It's not like most of you can just leave Celestia anyway, so hearing him out isn't really a problem at all... He's out here alone and everything... I've done that sort of thing before and as long as he doesn't start slaughtering you all I have time, to hear him out at least..." these were the words of Kur to the lesser fertility goddess who'd been a bit too annoyed for her own good. As for the question... "Oh, and the question, I don't really know what my best feature should be. I probably like my eyes best, cause they're the same as my mom and sister, so they remind me of them when I'm lonely. If it's about personality, I think I try and occasionally succeed at being nice," she said simply. The goddess of death was such a sweet girl in a moment like this the black haired woman gave a shrug. "I'm clever. And no, I'm not Metis, she is my twin though..." she said ahead of time to answer the question floating around in Kur's head.

Ah and last it would be the turn of Ishtar who could only let out one of those rather grating laughs of hers. "Ohohohoho!~ I am perfect. Everything about me is my favorite part and the fact that I am better than all of them should be enough. This entire thing is a farce and I alone should have been called here!" she proclaimed. "Childish, breasts and clever... please none are comparable to me!" Ishtar said these words and it was obvious she believed them. The black haired woman only shook her head, sure her twin would have killed the mouthy green haired woman by now.

The first of these four women hailed her own breasts. The second of them spoke of her eyes and 'being nice' for some reason, producing an interesting contrast within the first two speakers alone. That pink-haired one also seemed to be one of the two more willing participants in this little questionnaire. That may not have been something he cared a great deal about, but it was a positive thing that she didn't annoy him by... well, being annoyed herself. Now then, the black-haired goddess complimented her own mind. Cleverness was in no way a negative thing, but that one seemed to be lacking the particular form of excitement Sukuna desired.

Only one remained, and of course she was going to be the most haughty of all. The one calling herself Ishtar began with laughter that he didn't know the purpose of, only to prattle on about being... perfect. Did she not get the point of his earlier statement? She was worthless until/unless her worth was determined by Sukuna in this case, yet there she was, high on her own existence and alleged superiority. She thought she was the only true option for the demon. Well, she'd get points for certainty, if nothing else. As for her comparison to the others, Sukuna gave each woman a glance. In terms of her build, she was more buxom than even the blonde. In terms of cleverness, she didn't even know her own place in his presence; she couldn't top the raven-haired woman. As for the eyes... or rather faces as a whole, Sukuna would easily call the pink-haired one the winner overall. Where did that leave Ishtar? "One." That simple word was Sukuna's verdict. Of three criteria, Ishtar was the certain victor in one regard. Those weren't very good odds at all. "Lucky for you, I'm here for more than that."

Sukuna wasn't here to play games and see how alleged goddesses compared to each other; he was here to find entertainment for the rest of time. Curses were born into reality by virtue of his existence, and they were all mere toys for his use. Naturally, he had an array of curses that could be utilized against these lesser Creators... such as Cursed Speech given in his own tongue. "Ah, I'm skipping past the point, aren't I? I said I was looking for somebody to bend over. So... go ahead," he ordered. That was not the use of his Cursed Speech, so where did that come in? Well... "That is wholly inappropriate! We've all been here for centuries! I have nev─"

"Teln." There it was. Interrupting the blonde goddess, Sukuna spoke in a manner that was calm, though the power of his voice alone shook the air itself. For a moment, distortions in the atmosphere between Sukuna and the blonde would be visible to all. Luckily for them, his command was focused solely on she who would not listen. As if her body was being controlled from within, she bent at the waist quickly enough to nearly bash her own head with swinging breasts. How pitiful; she had only been told to serve. "Zevstrmyb," he added, forcing the lesser fertility goddess to her knees. Already bent-over, she had little choice but to press her hands to the floor for balance alone. "What is a century? I didn't come here to listen to little girls telling me how grown they are. Anyone else feeling like they can take advantage of me being nice and asking?" the demon questioned. Yes... Sukuna was being nice. He was 'asking' by his own definition, even if that didn't match the reality of it.

If there was one thing Ishtar had, it was undeserved confidence. It would have been something impressive if she wasn't the bane of literally all normal existences. Even as the supposed twin of Metis stood calmly taking in the various aspects of this ordeal, she could easily say that this woman was currently physically more impressive than anyone certainly, but she definitely wasn't abjectly better than any other person standing here right now. Her lack of understanding of this situation was more than a little obvious, and while the pink haired girl was obviously the least experienced, there was a lot to be said for anyone who managed to keep calm in such a strange situation. That was how she analyzed this situation anyway. What of Sukuna though? He claimed the number one to Ishtar who took it as meaning she was number one, as in the top spot in this little competition. "Of course I am the top of all of this!" she said another one of those annoying laughs leaving her throat.

"I am beginning to understand how Metis developed such an issue with anger..." the black haired woman mentioned. Ah and then they were told to bend over. Of course, Ishtar was fully prepared to deny such an order but it seemed that she would not be the first to do so. The blonde goddess seemed to take issue and was certainly immediately forced into such a thing. Ah, his words held power. "Oh? That's a pretty old timey thing to be able to do..." Kur murmured. "It is but humoring bossy men at least a little can be fun, as you seem to naturally understand..." the black haired woman mused. In turn Ishtar only laughed towards the suffering of another, "Because I find that amusing I will do as you ask!" she proclaimed. As she bent limply at the waist. Her own chest blocking her head from going down and her body seemingly not meant to take the shape at all. She looked rather like a flopped fish. Meanwhile, the black haired woman bent over to touch her toes a slight curve to her lower back. Kur for her part in this, had done what was asked of her long before anyone else. She saw no harm in it and only watched the force being applied through the corner of her eyes. "A bit excessive... Also do you actually not know what a century is or were you being coy?" she said her hips were swaying just a little bit as she balanced on her toes. That split of her long skirt seeming to show quite a bit of skin all the way up to her hip, and a tiny string there which wasn't a part of her skirt at all. Given the type of shoes she wore, she held on to her ankles to position her center of gravity with a lower arch in her back of the natural variety.