Finis Chaldea

Unfair was the name of the game for Sukuna. He didn't believe in any balance other than that of the world, so Ereshkigal calling his treatment of her unfair was an excuse for him to continue. As such, he'd do exactly that. Even while continuing to address Ishtar, one hand would be repeatedly used to send those minor concussive waves in Ereshkigal's direction.

It was made clear that Ishtar was some sort of anomaly among Creators. She was elated by sensations of sheer pain, but Ereshkigal was quite firm in her disinterest of the same treatment. Now that made a reasonable amount of sense. Far beyond the fact that claws were inserted into the most sensitive part of the body, Sukuna's seal would turn even pleasure into agony. Ereshkigal was right; Ishtar was gross. She even thought she was being looked down upon, when she was the one moaning from pure pain. This was an inconceivable occurrence as Sukuna understood it, and if anyone truly understood dishing out pain... it was him.

Ishtar once traversed the underworld and, somehow, received a sword in the ass. Based on what he was experiencing now, he could assume she enjoyed it then, and would enjoy it again. Why was something like that supposed to make her magnificent? "The fuck is a Gilgamesh?" Whatever the answers to these questions were, a decision had been made by Sukuna. One of his hands took a break from tormenting Ereshkigal, briefly taking up the purpose of... chopping off the hand resting inside Ishtar. Good thing he decided to torture this one mentally; he'd have wasted the entire day if he went the physical route. Actually... maybe that was the warning. "Eagh!" he blurted out, entirely in disgust as opposed to pain. "What am I even supposed to do with it now? Half my plan is wasted now!" he complained, giving his remaining hand one more break to slap Ishtar across the face. It may not have registered properly for her, but he needed to let out the annoyance somehow.

It seemed that complaining did Ereshkigal little to no good. She continued to be teased and taunted even while Ishtar was 'tortured' if one could call it that. What was more the speech of Ishtar was only the type of thing that made her more abusable as time went on. Actually, the more Ereshkigal thought about it, the more the stories of the Gallu made sense. When Sukuna asked about Gilgamesh, he seemed to be thinking through a different activity and before even hearing out the answer, he went about removing his own hand from his body. It was probably the right choice. Ereshkigal couldn't disagree with it for any reason. "Gilgamesh is a glorious beast of a man who possesses everything in the world and is the only one worthy of me. I will possess all he has and all of him. He simply hasn't realized it yet!" These were the words of Ishtar.

Ereshkigal looked at her even as that woman's face was being smacked recalling that all she'd ever seen Ishtar do in the entirety of her life was sit down, give orders and receive gifts. "That was a terrible answer. Gilgamesh is King of Uruk and by title King of Heroes. He is the first Hero this world has seen. A few have come after but he is the start. A bit obnoxious but a reasonable person. He is the one who stuck a sword in her butt and then blew up her body with it..." she said. "He also has an entire chapter in his epic devoted to calling her names," she said about Ishtar. Of course, Ishtar didn't know that information was recorded. She didn't read tales or anything of the sort. Though she was there and she did remember him having choice words for her. But obviously that was just because he was not ready yet to accept her. Those slaps to her face also didn't hurt her and she didn't seem to care very much about it happening even if it was hard. "Is it great. You can't torture my glorious self!" she laughed hysterically but Ereshkigal seemed to think about it a bit more. "Well, if we kill her, she'll quick cycle through the underworld and lose something from her body. She seems to dislike that enough to avoid death as much as possible. She also doesn't seem to like when I pluck her bones out or make her experience the emotional pain she causes others. It is why I went with penance..." Ereshkigal was full of information for the torture of Ishtar. But it wasn't just that she liked torture. She just happened to hold a special hate for Ishtar in her soul. "Shut up, Ku-" once again the woman bit her tongue. Still seeming not to understand why it kept happening. "Che~"

When Sukuna asked about whatever this Gilgamesh was, he wasn't looking for an answer from Ishtar. Upon receiving it, he was just as annoyed as he had been every other time she spoke recently. He'd seen multiple individuals of her ilk, but none so entitled as Ishtar herself. Some 'glorious beast' who possessed everything would surely not want for a needy thing like her. "Kehehaha! Dream on, brat! Even I can tell you nobody with a lot of options is going to put up with your entitled ass!" he proclaimed. To think, Sukuna didn't even know he wasn't the first to say such a thing to this woman.

Kur, or rather Ereshkigal as she was now called, gave a more appropriate description to answer his question. Apparently, this Gilgamesh was a Hero. Sukuna previously thought he'd sensed one or two of their kind on a higher plane of this planet, but to hear one was of this world was interesting. He hadn't gotten his hand on a Hero in quite some time; maybe he'd pay that one a visit and see what he was made of. "Sounds like a new victim to me~" he declared. Anyone who thought it fitting to shred Ishtar's body via a magical sword in the ass was suited to a lovely little competition of affliction with Sukuna. Alas, that was something to consider for another time.

Ereshkigal may not have been innately interested in the pain and suffering of others, but she was very keen on torturing Ishtar. It wasn't worthwhile to simply kill her in Sukuna's mind, but the threat of death and a little dismemberment seemed to do the trick. "So we pull her bones out until she dies? Do you think you could ma─ugh!" How annoying. Sukuna had become capable of ignoring that constant thumping, but there it was again, getting in his way. At this point, he'd find a way to start torturing Ishtar just as a distraction until Ereshkigal's Source finally found balance.

Sukuna and Ereshkigal were on the same page as far as Ishtar and her constant entitled hounding of Gilgamesh. Beyond all other things, Ishtar's entitlement was something which knew no bounds and it made perfect sense that those with options wouldn't want her. "I'm irresistible. No one says no to me. The only reason you aren't doing exactly as I say right now is because Ku-" another bite to her tongue. She still hadn't caught on to the inconvenience of that particular utterance. At the same time Ereshkigal could only smile and laugh. It was too much fun to have inflicted her with such a curse, she didn't know why she thought of it, but she definitely didn't regret doing it. Besides that she took note of how many hoops Ishtar was willing to jump through to not admit that she hadn't been chosen by this man, perhaps that information could be useful?

Moving on from this, it seemed that Sukuna had some interest in fighting Gilgamesh. For her understanding of the sorts of people who enjoyed challenging people and testing their mettle, she could only shrug. "I can't really discourage you, but he's become a bit complex as an existence so a bit of caution would be advised. Besides, I am pretty sure you'd get along at least a little." For Ereshkigal to say it like that she knew a great deal about Gilgamesh truly. Mostly that she'd made him a judge in the underworld and he fell under the concept of people she couldn't literally lift out of death, as such he had a soul type she couldn't easily manipulate. Maybe she'd have an easier time of that now? In a moment like this Ishtar spoke up. After all she had to try and break whatever hold Kur had on him. "See, look. She doesn't believe in you. I'd let you fight Gilgamesh and all you'd have to do is promise not to kill him because I want him for myself. Fight off her curse and I will allow you to have the battle you seek!" she said triumphantly. In a moment like this Ereshkigal found herself wondering if Ishtar ever actually listened to the kinds of things other people around her were saying. Did she really think she could just abuse this demon to get what she wanted, have sex with him and then he'd just hand her off to a man he could beat enough in fight to make him submit to her? Especially now that he'd found out it wasn't truly possible to torture her?

Whatever the case, when the conversation moved to methods of torture that could be used against Ishtar it seemed that Sukuna had a couple of ideas past just the physical ones he'd wanted to do. Before he could fully get out his sentence though he'd apparently felt a great deal of pain, still related to their connection. Ereshkigal could not presently feel pain. She felt only tingly and constantly on edge, even so, she seemed to show some genuine concern for Sukuna. "I still don't feel it. I'm shaking inside but it doesn't bother me. I'm sorry you're feeling the worst of it," Ereshkigal managed as her hand extended making contact with his chest and having her face reddened as the increased contact seemed to send euphoric feelings through her body because of the seal applied to her person. "See, she's just using magic on you or something... death can't actually care... she's nothing. She's faking it..." a pause happened because Ereshkigal had enough words from Ishtar for a few moments. A phantom scythe swiped in front of her face producing the woman's lower jaw as her face and tongue collapsed on themselves and her words turned to mush. "Oopm myp fasche!" She seemed genuinely distraught about the disfigurement to her face in a moment like this. She did think herself beautiful options for torture were starting to increase again. Ereshkigal looked at the jaw bone on the end of the blade and held it out for Sukuna. "You want this since you lost an arm today?"

Understanding anything properly was seeming more and more impossible for the likes of Ishtar. She still couldn't fathom that no curse had been applied to him, apart from the technical two-way path applied to what would have been a one-directional seal. Even if he had been cursed, it would have nothing to do with any refusal to answer Ishtar. "Might want to worry about that tongue, brat. I'm not even cursed, but I don't remember you having any control over me regardless. Why would I listen to something I could kill with one finger?" he asked.

Apparently, Sukuna would likely get along with the one called Gilgamesh. That wasn't the easiest thing to believe; he didn't recall getting along with many individuals since the previous world. He still wanted to try his hand at tormenting a Hero of this world. Someone so pompously called the King of Heroes sounded like a prime target. Sukuna would find his way to that one eventually... though from what Ishtar had to say, she'd be one to send him right along to the man, provided Sukuna didn't kill him. Ishtar's entitlement was beyond the scope of reality; of this he was sure. "So stupid. Why would anybody take that deal? Besides, I'm not even cursed," he stated plainly.

The annoyance in his Source was not shared by Ereshkigal, it seemed. Of course it wasn't. Even in such a case, there was a very real chance she would have felt it as yet another pleasant sensation. Her hand made contact with his chest while she shared some needless sympathy. Sukuna shrugged it all off; it was more an annoyance than an inconvenience or pain. In fact, he was more bothered by Ishtar continuing to speak. She alleged that death could not care. Not being a member of the old world, maybe she had a legitimate reason to be ignorant... at least partially. "You sure about that? I've seen what happens to the lesser Heroes or... humans when they go on for just a few thousand years. Forced aging used to be a favorite of mine for those types. Conscious clay is fun to mess with," he said, managing laughter once more. As for caring or not caring, Ereshkigal obviously cared enough about Ishtar's repeated yapping to end it swiftly. A strange and magical scythe easily plucked Ishtar's jawbone out, though Sukuna had seen no physical damage. Oh... and Ishtar kept trying to speak, making herself even more disgusting. "Gross," he griped.

Ereshkigal's blade tilted toward Sukuna, Ishtar's jawbone at its end in offering. He'd lost an arm, but that didn't matter. That severed limb was left crammed inside Ishtar while the wound on Sukuna's body sprouted a fresher arm to use. With that same new arm, he plucked the bone from Ereshkigal's sickle. "I've got a habit of picking up my own trophies. This one hasn't suffered enough to be thrown in my pile." With that said, Sukuna squeezed the bone in his fist. This simple effort popped out all the teeth, and from there, Sukuna's mana became palpable throughout the continent. A continuous stream of his energy flowed into the bone and morphed it, the pressurization of demon mana forming adamantite as he morphed the 'soul' of the bone to reshape it slightly. In the end, Ishtar's jaw had become something like a tiara or... crown. Still, he wasn't quite done.

A few more things were necessary. Sukuna's free hand reached out and swiped away the veil of Ishtar's crown. He knew those things to be symbols of purity or something of the sort, which this one obviously didn't possess. So, what used to be Ishtar's lie became a veil affixed to that crown of black. Maybe the new headdress could use something else, though? A single indentation would be made to fit a jewel; Sukuna would get to that later. First, he levitated Ishtar's fallen teeth and focused his attention on the goddess' chest. "You've got a lot of energy stored up in there, huh? Yeah... that's a nice size," he said about her breasts. Ah, but why did he go and say something like that? Time would tell. . .

Ishtar held a special brand of insanity. In her particular case she tried acting the same way over and over again with no real way of getting past it. Beyond that she was always willing to assume that no man could resist her nor choose another without the woman being at fault for it somehow. Thus, she saw men as the strongest things in the world while women (not her) were weaklings. But she also saw other women as crafty for being able to garner sympathy. Because of the way she was, she assumed that not a single person was genuinely nice, and that woman only played at it to attract men. This was why she hated Kur. She saw her as trying to steal affection from her, and she seemed to be having some success with it, given Sukuna's own actions. "Because I am the only one worth listening to! Obviously you're deluded poisoned against me by Ku-" there was a snap there and then another tongue bite. It seemed that glorious as she was, she did not understand that it was possible to be resisted. Men should always want her, always.

Even with the man plainly saying that he wasn't cursed and everything he was doing was of his own volition, Ishtar was willing to forgive his acts against her, if he acted in her interest. Why would anyone take a deal like that? Wasn't the answer obvious, "Even a single instance of my favor is worth forsaking all others! And I am forgiving so I am willing to assume Ku-" another bite to her tongue in before her lower jaw was removed for her final outburst. It was amazing to Ereshkigal, that she'd given her name aloud for the other woman to use, and yet somehow she still managed to keep using the wrong name and keep hurting herself. It was almost sad really.

Whatever the case, Ishtar was very ignorant making claims about the 'false kindness' of death. But Ereshkigal, formerly Kur had never been anything but kind. It seemed that though her own extension of sympathy was being shaken off, even by the one man who should receive it from her with the most ease, he understood her quite a bit. Ishtar never listened to her lessons, she never heard the words of her mother other than whatever random bit she passed off as important. With her jaw gone she couldn't really answer she only managed to look long-faced as she watched the bone of her mouth be crushed. He also took her veil why would he even want something like that? Ereshkigal understood and had to stifle another chuckle "Che~" She wondered then if they were planning to remove all her bones and just play around with her flesh. That was a frightening thought. If she couldn't take back her regular form that'd be terrible. She'd have to call in her own demon to help her if this situation didn't turn around soon.

Whatever the case, Ereshkigal watched as the jawbone she handed over was crushed in a newly grown hand of Sukuna's. His claimed that he collected his own trophies and Ishtar hadn't suffered enough to part with one made her chuckle. "As you like, I totally understand liking to do your own work. It's pretty rewarding~" Ereshkigal mused. In fact, her favorite thing she'd done to Ishtar in the last few hours, was the curse that had her biting her tongue every time she tried to speak the former name of the goddess of death. Meanwhile Ishtar seemed to perk up a bit. She was being paid a compliment she was sure. Maybe he just needed time to think, much like Gilgamesh. She'd silently implore him while trying to make the most of her best features, pushing her own chest forward as her breasts hand her own floating teeth in front of them. In the meantime Ereshkigal also understood the appraisal of Ishtar as a storage container, she was holding a lot of mana. She managed not to be afraid enough of any potentials as she tried to use her body to try for attention in the way she wanted it.

Sukuna had eyes on the mounds of Ishtar's chest, and she assumed his interest in her again. Now, even Sukuna wouldn't lie and claim she wasn't desirable. If Ereshkigal hadn't filled out the way she had, and if Ishtar hadn't proven such mental incompetence, he would have considered keeping the second goddess as a receptacle whenever Ereshkigal busied herself elsewhere. Alas, that reality was completely worthless... just like the strung-up goddess trying to win him over at this very moment.

"Oh?" Sukuna muttered as Ishtar's chest jutted forward. "Kehahah! Hey brat, those are pretty big! Almost as big as hers," he said while gesturing toward Ereshkigal. A little jab like that was always worthwhile before someone's suffering, and he knew precisely how Ishtar would suffer soon. As if to take her protruding bosom as an invitation, Sukuna flung her lost teeth directly into her flesh bags, where they would proceed to absorb much of the mana she wasted over time. What mortals of the modern day called mammary glands were originally a method of providing mana to the young who could not build it themselves. Ishtar was obviously not sharing enough, so it would have to be taken from her by force. "Credit to you, I guess. It'll still take some time for that to work," he spoke casually.

The absorption of Ishtar's mana would slowly morph those teeth into something more... demonic. They'd grow, they'd sharpen and become jagged, and they'd pulse with power reminiscent of the Void. All the while, Sukuna would be taking care of something else. He had a plan for the teeth, but he needed... a fabric of sorts. "Something to weave..." he mused. Of course, he was just building anticipation, already knowing what he would do. Pretending to have a bright idea in the moment, Sukuna slashed again to rid Ishtar of those long, silken locks of green hair. Those, too, would be assaulted and corrupted by Sukuna's mana until they became malleable adamantite. Sukuna had some ability to create through the earlier mana transfer with Kur, but... the next part wasn't his forte, so he passed the adamantite threads along to Ereshkigal. "You should have a cape. People in charge of stuff have capes, right?"

Ishtar wasn't the type who understood the futility of her own actions. She wanted an outcome, she'd kick and scream at the universe until it happened for her. Why everyone didn't seem to understand this already she didn't know. Here and now... she'd pushed her chest forward and it seemed to have given her a bit of extra attention and a compliment. This made her hopeful for a single moment and then... it was dashed away. Ishtar's chest was noted as being... almost as big as that belonging to the newly named Ereshkigal. No. There is no way this runt had outgrown her in anyway that could be considered good... and then she looked and she could see it. It made her furious. But her fury had no where to go, her disappointment was immeasurable. Regardless her own teeth were thrown into her chest for some sort of magic she didn't understand. She received a compliment but it wouldn't really be working in her favor. Something she didn't notice, was as those teeth absorbed her mana and transformed into their demonic form... the size of her chest shrank drastically. Because she on longer contained the ability for her body to properly reform itself, it'd leave her with a sudden sagging bit of flesh where once plump breasts used to be.

And now he was looking for something to weave. This entire time Ereshkigal had been rather quiet, but in truth she'd been experiencing a few of those random pulses from the center of her chest. They didn't hit her as pain though, only as pleasure and she needed quite a bit of time, just to avoid exploding all over herself. She'd distract herself with an assessment of the emotional state of Ishtar. She honestly seemed to be responding in a way which was significant for her. Cycling through proper emotions when she couldn't do anything but sit there. Here and now she was quite afraid of what was about to happen and when those locks of her own beautiful hair when falling in front of her face she screamed with only her throat. A sound like that of a wounded animal, almost a squeal of sorts. Ereshkigal's eyes widened, but this was because of the color change of the material. It became Adamantite and she was told to make a cape of these new threads because rulers have capes. "Oho? I've never seen Adamantite of his quality before. It's so strong! I mean usually it doesn't have the ability to hold mana, it's just physically strong. But this... it's practically bristling with mana. It's amazing!~" she said happily appraising the material. She was actually quite excited to create something with a rare and valuable material. Though she was left with a question or two about what Sukuna had been witnessing to think that people in charge of things required capes. She'd not been able to hide childlike glee at this new thing. And found herself getting to work to weave together a cape for herself as Sukuna had claimed. Watching this Ishtar was only more annoyed more destroyed by what she was seeing. This pair was literally shaving things off her glorious self to give them to each other. How could they? How could Kur, the goddess of death, be so happy just to make something. It was obviously a trick, another moment of childishness so she could make the man be nice to her and ignore Ishtar since she had no interest in making things.

Ishtar could have quite a bit of Sukuna's attention at any given time. It may never have been exactly what she wanted, nor would it be positive in any way, but she'd certainly have the attention. Even now, he'd keep at least two eyes on Ishtar most of the time, at least to keep watching those teeth transform within her chest. Eventually, he'd be able to physically see spike-shaped lumps as those tiny bones grew into large, fanglike chomping apparatuses. "Looks like I was wrong about the almost part! You'll be a child in a few minutes!" he chimed with great joy while watching the goddess shrink away.

Ah, it was only made better the moment she became bald. If she hadn't noticed the shrinkage of her chest yet, she certainly noticed the removal of her hair. If only she still had a jaw, Sukuna was certain he'd hear the best screaming this woman could offer. Instead, he had to settle for what she could manage while passing her removed locks on to Ereshkigal. Well... it couldn't really be called hair at this point; it was sheer adamantite made with a catalyst that would allow high flexibility. Based on what he sensed of Ereshkigal and the amount of mana she still had in excess, he assumed she'd be capable of doing something with it. Moreover, she appeared excited by the prospect of this rare opportunity. Few Creators had ever been able to work with adamantite; it was even possible she'd be the first one in this cycle to even attempt it. "This stuff is fresh. I doubt any of the adamantite you've seen in this world is younger than I am. It would never be able to do anything if it's that old," he explained as he understood things.

Now then, what more would he be taking from Ishtar? She was minus her jaw, minus her veil and minus her hair. "Hmm. Maybe I could use the skin? Or maybe I should pluck out her eyes. . ."

Strange, Ishtar usually wanted every man's attention all the time. Here and now though, she wasn't sure what other kind of demoralizing injuries she was going to take. She was frightened by the prospect of losing something else important to her. Looks were so important and hers were already fading. So imagine her surprise, when she looked down at her body and found her breasts steadily shrinking in size as lumps started to appear within those smaller bags as the teeth grew within them. The light in her eyes was horrified and another one of those strangled screams. How could he say such mean things to her while causing her to look so hideous?! Ereshkigal found those sounds much better than the ridiculous claims, shrill laughter, and annoying insults that normally fell from Ishtar's mouth.

Ah, today was such a harmonious day, for Ereshkigal. According to Sukuna the reason this Adamantite seemed so much better than any other she'd come in contact with was because it was fresh. That was interesting to note. "It does seem to have a fairly high rate of decay. It doesn't surprise me that most of what is found around the world is small sheets with only its physical attributes left. But this is so soft and flexible. Squee!~" She was already weaving threads together, her red eyes glowing with a mysterious and happy light. The threads fit together so nicely, and as they were woven they seemed to maintain the energy of each individual strand. Each threat was long and flexible and they seemed to want to be touching each other. As she created, it was first a large sheet, then it was textured folded and layered until it made something that would have been a proper cape on her form. Something she could drape over her shoulders and hold in place with a few magical accessories. It was even large enough to have a very high collar to cover her neck. It was cute, and fundamentally quite perfect. It was strong and with the threads woven together the way she'd managed it, their rate of decay had been all but stopped. She looked at it with her eyes wide. "I have to show Mom! This is great!~" she said holding it up and appraising it more. Surely the former mother of the gods would actually appreciate how amazing this material could be.

All the while, Ishtar seemed to be quite afraid. She didn't even have time to be truly disparaging to Ereshkigal. She was so busy keeping an eye on Sukuna almost shaking where she was. She couldn't lose more of herself, but he claimed to be thinking about taking an eye or using her skin. Would he really remove the skin from her person? She was quite scared of that. She didn't want to experience something like that, nor find out what it she would look like to be without an eye or her own skin. Legitimate fear made tears stream down her face, but she'd garner no sympathy from Ereshkigal who was now looking at the woman with her head tilted to the side. Also staring at her center. It was almost like there was something in her chest, behind those teeth Sukuna was making for whatever reason and it was calling to her power.

Sukuna had always been the type to thrive on the horror in others' faces. When Ishtar finally looked down and took note of her physical changes, her expression was absolutely incredible to witness. For one to be so vain that these simple approaches took them to such a normally life-ending state of mind was almost perfect. There was but a single thing missing from this scene. Sadly, that meant Sukuna would soon have to restore Ishtar's ability to speak. First and foremost, he witnessed the sheer glee of Ereshkigal. He couldn't blame her for that. She was a Creator who enjoyed creating, much like her foremothers and forefathers.

There was but a single known way to acquire adamantite that could be manipulated like thread. The only viable method was for it to be created by a Destroyer's energy pressurizing an already flexible material, without overdoing it and stiffening the whole structure. Either way, the adamantite was in Ereshkigal's possession, and she easily wove them into a cape of fair size. She thought of showing the end-product to her mother, strangely enough. Creators were odd. Regardless, the obsidian sheen of her new cape proved her ability to manipulate the ancient and fabled Ore of Destruction. "Better work than I expected," Sukuna commented before averting his attention once more... at least half of it, anyway.

Ishtar's fear was palpable, but incomplete. If she didn't want to be picked apart piece by piece, she should be able to make that clear. Crying and shaking only made Sukuna laugh with unrivaled hysteria. He didn't even seem to realize the same thing Ereshkigal did within Ishtar; he was far too busy laughing just as loudly as Ishtar screamed─ perhaps louder. "KEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!! What's the matter, brat? Don't worry, I wouldn't take out your eye unless there was nothing left for you to see. Maybe the skin then! I did say I'd put your insides on the outside for all that garbage you keep spewing." Once Sukuna finished sharing this clause, he utilized a curse to reshape Ishtar's soul, specifically around her face. Doing so would result in her body following suit, filling in her jaw with new bones and restoring the structure of her jaw. Meanwhile, he was watching those teeth/fangs reach their maximum density and size, thinking it was about time to pluck them from her chest. "Those are almost ready. I thought they'd be a nice ornament on the cape."

Ereshkigal knew she was being observed. Unlike people like Ishtar who were lazy beyond belief, Ereshkigal formerly known as Kur, always tried to be good at what she did. She looked for critiques of her works as she tried them out. She'd developed something that looked like a strange habit and that was showing her work to those older than her as she made her great works. Each of her siblings (Ishtar aside) had creative works she liked and as such she often found herself showing them anything random she made that she thought they could appreciate. The same was true of her mother as well... She was always very excited when she made something new and now as no exception. For his part in this Sukuna seemed to be watching her and after she'd finished he said something. It was better than he'd expected. Ereshkigal had her eyes widen and her face flush. That seemed like a pretty great compliment when one considered this man had seen works of the previous world. "I... well..." she seemed to be thinking of the right response. "Thanks..." she managed turning her eyes away from him.

So easily embarrassed was Ereshkigal, that she'd still revert to rather childish behavior. The exact opposite of the 'self-assured' Ishtar whose confidence outweighed her usefulness by a great deal. Here and now, Sukuna was laughing at the woman and she was too busy being terrified by what might happen to her to notice that Ereshkigal had started staring directly at her now as well. She couldn't be as disparaging towards her youngest sibling as she wanted to be but one good thing did come of this other interaction. Sukuna reserved her ability to talk... did that mean he didn't like looking at her face while it was astray. Did that mean she'd suffered enough of this 'punishment' and he was now going to turn his attention back to Kur? Still... he was saying something about skinning her alive because of his earlier promise? All of this over the fact that she referred to herself as glorious? "I... I... I didn't spew garbage. it is a fact. You can't punish me for being honest. You've had your fun now, right? You'll now make it clear you don't want her and restore me... the rest was just teasing right? You can't take from me just to give to Ku-" she was begging and horrified but it still wasn't as far down as she could fall. Obviously, Sukuna just took a bit of offense to how she referred to herself and all of this was just to teach her a lesson. He'd restore her fully and stop taunting her soon, obviously! He'd given her back the jaw Kur had taken so obviously he didn't intend to leave her that way!

"And suddenly, I miss just the screams..." Ereshkigal said still appraising this new cape of hers. It was a good work, she was certain of this, but Ishtar's return to speech didn't contain enough... penance for Ereskigal to be satisfied by it. No. Apparently, something about the restoration of her jaw had led her to believe the situation was turning in her favor once more. She also kept talking down to a man who'd ruined her physically but that was all fine so long as he'd restore her... or at least that is what Ereshkigal took from it.

A simple offering of thanks came from Ereshkigal. Well, it wasn't so simple in actuality. It was best to call it an acknowledgement of her existing embarrassment, which Sukuna rather enjoyed. This, too, was a form of torture that he didn't even have to put forth effort for. It was far from the most exciting, but had a very nice exchange rate for value of investment.

Ishtar's ability to speak was restored with her new jawbone. As anyone who knew of this goddess could/would expect, she didn't waste a single moment before blabbering away. Much to Sukuna's chagrin, his hopes were trampled upon just as quickly. Ishtar didn't beg for life, limb or freedom. No, she argued against his earlier assertion, she made demands, and she made obvious her belief that this was all some test or ploy. Sukuna couldn't even think of anything to say. All he could think to do, was slit his own wrist with one nail. That same wrist bled as one could expect, but the blood oozing from his wound was far darker than anything normal. Sukuna flung his blood at Ishtar. Upon contact, a floral pattern would spread across the goddess' skin, and the effects of Sukuna's blood would begin to erode her body. Her skin would suffer quickly, but it wouldn't stop there. If left alone for a few hours or so, only bone would remain on even a goddess' body. Sukuna wondered if this was another type of pain she misconceived as pleasure. "I'll take from you just to take from you. I don't need excuses or reasons~" he said in a seemingly happy fashion.

Ereshkigal missed when Ishtar only had screams to offer. Sukuna, on the other hand, missed something else. One thing was satisfying about Ishtar's ability to speak again, and it was something caused by Ereshkigal. "I missed the tongue-biting. I'm getting some of what I want. Fucking brat should be begging like they normally do, though." Ever so casually, Sukuna called forth the bones lodged in Ishtar's breasts... whatever was left of them. With her decaying flesh, he gathered things would be even easier... especially with those sharp, jagged teeth emerging point-first on their way to Ereshkigal. "It still counts as insides being on the outside if insides are all you have, right?" he asked rhetorically, pure amusement in his visage.

Whatever enjoyment Sukuna took from the embarrassment of Ereshkigal, she wouldn't deny him. She didn't really get his whole torture schtick, but if it was his nature, denying it would only be bad for him. She was fine with how he was for the most part, so long as his urges were properly pointed in directions where it was useful. Perhaps this was the real balance to be found between Creators and Destroyers.

A point of imbalance however was the attitude of Ishtar. Upon getting back her ability to speak, she immediately went back to her own self-centered version of reality. Strangely it didn't seem to register to Ishtar that her speech was problematic. According to Sukuna, he would take from Ishtar because he could, he didn't need a reason. and such words were only spoken after he slit his own wrists and flung blood at her. Of course the initial sensation of this, wasn't negative but she could feel her skin shriveling and decaying in the moment and it was immediately horrifying. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" a scream escaped her after a few moments. Would she beg though? Time would tell.

All the same, apparently the return of Ishtar's jaw had been accompanied by the return of her tongue biting behavior. "It's amazing to me that she's done it so many times and still hasn't realized why. I am sure small animals would have already learned to take a different path by now..." Ereskigal stated. She was amused by the tongue biting, she'd decided it after all as a way to keep the green haired goddess from constantly saying her name in such a derogatory way. Still, Ishtar was listening after that initial scream, and though she didn't fully process what was being said by Kur, Sukuna seemed to expect begging from her. And now her chest was being ripped open large teeth being pulled from her center. Her body was shredded and more screams came from her, along with begging though not fully to the extent that one like Sukuna would want. "No. No. No. I'm supposed to be most beautiful. Stop making me uglier than Ku-" she said once again biting her tongue. She was getting even more scared by the moment though, what if Kur ended up way better than her. That was something her psyche couldn't handle. But it wasn't as deeply emotional as it might have been. Perhaps because she couldn't really see how gross she looked in a moment like this, maybe because she was still holding out hope that Sukuna was only testing her. She'd jumped through the mental hoop that obviously she had to be made worse than Kur. Kur was a jealous individual, always wanting things that belonged to Ishtar, including this new demon that should join her. "I'm surprised that tongue is still attached to her mouth... " she said watching as more of Ishtar's flesh decayed away. The woman did always have an interesting bone structure. She'd be worth it for someone like Ereshkigal to stare at soon enough. "What is that?" she asked pointing past flesh of Ishtar towards that power which had been catching her attention since the goddess started more earnestly showing fear.

Ah, that was the sort of scream Sukuna was hoping for. Hearing ishtar's wailing while she didn't have a jawbone was lovely, but it could never be the same as a proper scream when it came to expressing terror. "Ahhh! That's so much better! It's been so long since I've heard something like that, and it's still the best hearing it with my own ears!" Sukuna rambled. The best thing of all was having a physical body to enjoy these things with.

It was a fact that Ishtar's brain left much to be desired. Lesser creatures knew better than she, who continued to speak a name that constantly resulted in the immediate biting of her tongue. "That's my favorite part. I like when dumb decisions like that are made. Suffering can sometimes be better when someone is the cause for their own," Sukuna asserted. He enjoyed his time spent watching Ishtar decay bit by bit, though it seemed Ishtar didn't appreciate the changes so much. Of course, this came from a perspective of believing she was ever superior to the pink-haired goddess. "I didn't make you anything. You were uglier when you showed up; you just had more meat to knock around," he clarified. With current information at Sukuna's disposal, he determined that Ishtar wouldn't have even been fun to torment sexually. He couldn't imagine trying what he'd attempted with the former Kur on Ishtar, especially as the latter would have been praising herself more than suffering any of his torment. How she focused so much on herself in general, was baffling. Ah, but speaking of focusing on Ishtar, Ereshkigal seemed to be doing so after wondering how the woman's tongue remained attached. Something was inside Ishtar's chest, and Ereshkigal couldn't identify it. Sukuna could, but he knew of things this world had yet to see and fully acknowledge. "Eh? Oh, that. That's the start of her Source. It looks like she's started suffering enough to wake it up. I'm not sure how it's supposed to work; you'll have to ask somebody else about that. I just know getting rid of that Core thing and some suffering can usually do the trick."

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.

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~"

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?

"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."

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.

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."

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.

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!"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"It's no concern of mine anyway," Sukuna reacted. Ereshkigal could even fail at her goal as a result of getting what she asked for, and Sukuna would simply continue pummeling away until he was satisfied. Ereshkigal asked, so it was her responsibility to make the exchange work out the way she intended; he would just provide the... mana.

Ishtar could never make things work in her favor. This entire day so far, everything she said produced the opposite effect she desired... and she stuck to her proverbial guns. It was made clear that Ishtar would not like hearing such things from Ereshkigal while the latter was getting what she wanted... or rather, what they both wanted. "You heard her. Say even more. Make sure she really gets to see that 'high and mighty' attitude she keeps bitching about," he said to Ereshkigal. Indeed, Ishtar could have just shut her mouth. Maybe if she did, things would be less traumatizing for both women present. Alas, that was not to be; Ishtar's mouth could only be stopped manually.

Having exposed himself, Sukuna was able to casually observe the approach of Ereshkigal, all while the goddess discarded the vast majority of her own clothing. There was much intent in his observation, and much interest in this new look of hers. One sleeve clung to her arm, one similar article clung to her leg, and two pairs of eyes scanned the entirety of her form with those light ornamentations. Ah, and the seal remained active even now; Sukuna had almost forgotten about that part during the annoying uprising of that throbbing Source. Well, he could certainly make use of that, since Ereshkigal had offered all but a method of penetration. A bit of goading was in order. "What now? You don't seem like you're ready to be taken while standing straight," Sukuna said as one hand reached out, nails gliding against the skin of Ereshkigal's collarbone. That same scratching motion made its way along her sternum, traveling between her breasts and down her abdomen. "It probably wouldn't help if I split you in half and put you back together around my dick. I could split you in half either way, though," he added with a strong hint of cheek.

"Bleh-" that sound was all. Was it childish? Yes. Was it unnecessary? Yes. But did Ereshkigal regret doing it? Not at the moment. Though she had no reason to behave so childishly all the time, she found it far too easy to do so when it came to Sukuna. Whatever the case, Ishtar couldn't shut up long enough to save them both some extra heartache. Of course, Ereshkigal didn't care if Ishtar hurt her own feelings by falling to the simplest of provocations. It was only an annoying matter to her because she was the one forced to act outside of her own desires to make that happen. "I don't own a high and mighty attitude. It's not my fault she deflects all the time," said Ereshkigal. This was the truth, Ereshkigal or Kur as she was previously known tended to herself and didn't even talk to anyone unless they were dead or in direct need of her in some way.

And what was this? There was a different form of torture in the immediate future of Ereshkigal. She, in approaching Sukuna directly had sharpened nails drawn across her collarbones in before his hand began traveling. All the same that activated tattoo on her body made her feel the whole of it as an overstimulating experience. The kind which of course left her knees shaking just a bit. She found herself squirming a bit under his attention. What was he saying? How, she shouldn't be taken upright, she'd end up split in half. Her eyes widened and that reddened face of hers gained an extra tint. "I didn't think that'd be a problem..." she mused. How did she want to be taken if not standing straight? Ah, he did like the kind of flexible she was, there was one position she could always take which would be an interesting way to start. She propped herself up on her elbows with her bottom in the air and her legs spread wide. "This works right?" she said looking over her shoulder at the demon who'd been bound to her. This was a fine position and one Ishtar looked at and still didn't really get.

Ereshkigal could offer all the snark and childish rebuts she liked; it would not change a single fact or coming event. Ah, but she knew that. Unlike the wilting goddess, she had a functional brain of her own, and wouldn't hesitate to make use of it. As for Ereshkigal's attitude as alleged by Ishtar, the death goddess rejected the idea of possessing such a thing. Ishtar was projecting her own ridiculousness onto others, yes, but that didn't matter. "Get one, and show it to your dying sis. Make sure the last thing she gets is a good long look and listen at you getting something she wanted~" he insisted. Sukuna took a deep inhale after speaking, seeming to be really taking in the potential of ongoing events. Oh, it could be so incredible!

Moving right along, it was high time to actually start something. Sukuna simply dragging a nail along Ereshkigal's torso had her quivering. During the first session, he'd been sure to put her under druglike effect before any penetration occurred. Now, she'd not been afflicted by anything but the seal. Was the seal even something he wanted to leave intact this time? Upon seeing the goddess turn around and take the very same pose that caused his first spark of true interest, he decided... no. Sukuna's grin grew along with his tool, and the seal upon Ereshkigal's body shrank back into the original. He leaned forward, and each hand slapped downward on either side of the goddess' lifted arse, remaining in place thereafter. A fine position indeed! "It works~" he said while snickering. The act of Sukuna erecting his own posture then happened to be the same as his effort to penetrate. His nails firmed against her backside as his girth inched its way past her opening and deep into the canal beyond. If the observing Ishtar didn't understand this position, there was something even more wrong with her than Sukuna thought.

According to the demon she was bound to, Ereshkigal should get a high and mighty attitude and rub it in. He claimed that she should show her sister, Ereshkigal getting for herself something that her sister had wanted. Hm, she hadn't really considered that before. It wasn't like Ereshkigal was the type to rub in her victory, but maybe she should? It wasn't like Ishtar herself didn't consistently do that sort of thing to other people, and though Ereshkigal was a rather humble individual, she did win this one, and won it hard for what that was worth. "She still doesn't even know what to do with it. It's not like she can keep it! Ku-" these were the words of Ishtar even while being forced to watch such a thing, also another bite to her tongue. When would she learn?

"Makes that claim, obviously still wants it enough to keep talking. You are not making this any easier for you..." Speaking of winning that tattoo on her person seemed to recede into her body. Strange, she'd been starting to adjust the to constant pleasantry of that situation. Its recession would stop everything she felt from being pleasurable but the position she'd taken was obviously one of interest to Sukuna. To hands were brought down upon her rear, and while it wasn't just painful... there was a certain sting to his hands on her bottom. Then he straightened his own posture and once more pushed himself into her depths. His thickness made its way all the way into her canal where it seemed to belong and given her positioning Ereshkigal felt it all the way in her chest along with the gentle vibrations of her own nether, "Aaah, it's so deep!~" Right. She'd not felt it for what it was initially. Her current speech was that of realization. With her own mind still in place she could feel the true depth he was reaching in her person. It was a rather snug fit in addition to the blood rushing to her head. Ishtar, now nursing another bite on her tongue seemed to be watching less interested in the fun Ereshkigal was having and watching instead Sukuna's aggressive treatment of the youngest goddess' body. That was what she wanted? Why did Kur get to have it?

Ereshkigal couldn't keep it? Sukuna was very much in disbelief of that. Though her first experience had been one of forced pleasure and erratic senses, he figured the lack of forcing would be something she found enjoyable in its own right. A brief adjustment period may be required, but that, too, could be counted as the suffering Sukuna so thoroughly enjoyed. Perhaps Ereshkigal would find no less enjoyment than he, in whatever way she managed. . .

It was not without effort that Sukuna plunged his way into Ereshkigal's body. The way she felt everything earlier must have made insertion easier, as the current push forward somehow showed more resistance. Those pulses from Ereshkigal's side of things were enough of a sign, but it seemed she would also be compliant and vocal, much to his satisfaction and Ishtar's... education as it were. So deep, she called out. When these words were spoken, Sukuna found them... entertaining. Why? Well, he'd make that clear. "Kehahaha! That's not even half!" he stated. Indeed, the demon was still pushing forward at a pace that was admittedly agonizing for him. Regardless, he'd reach the end of that canal soon enough... though that alone wouldn't stop his forward progress. Ereshkigal sought mana transfer for creation and Source stabilization. Sukuna understood that nothing could be stable without first experiencing erraticism. Besides, as a demon, he was quite used to breaching barriers of all sorts to find his place.

Ereshkigal was being subjected to a not so sudden entry with added friction. Perhaps it was simply because her mind had been completely frazzled the first time. Or maybe it had something to do with only forced pleasurable sensations, she'd found that previous entry a lot less sensational than this one overall. Of course, that wasn't to say she didn't like, it, for her it was simply a different sort of agony to experience. It would of course, only be made worse by the laughing mention of Sukuna. It was only half in? "ONLY HALF WHAT?! IMPOSSIBLE!" she seemed to be genuinely surprised and she was. Regardless of the adjustment period, it wasn't exactly negative to experience it this way. Her hips were being held and she found herself wiggling just a tad as the rest of the distance was pushed. It was such a strange added bit of pressure, still she did not find herself unhappy.

Only half? Was there something to this position that Ishtar didn't understand. It seemed as if it was quite enjoyable, even if a baby like Kur couldn't completely appreciate it. Maybe she'd try it sometime... maybe she'd show this demon of hers how it was really done! Yes, that was a belief she managed even while the teasing of Kur in her presence seemed admittedly less ill-intentioned than she would have liked. It was almost like this demon enjoyed terrorizing Kur just to take care of her a bit afterwards. It was sort of disgusting for something that was supposed to be evil to have doting tendencies. Of course, she could at least accept them if they were aimed at her, though he'd need more adjusting. Never should he be allowed to forget what was best! Yes, that was it...

Still, push and push he did. Ereshkigal was sure he'd gone well past what should have been the end of her. she felt a push past a barrier of a different source at the end of this thrust. It sent a jolt of sensation straight into her brain from this angle and she was certain it caused an almost rippling tightening of her nether from opening to core. Her mouth opened and small panting breaths came out. Still she had a little nagging itch somewhere in the back of mind a question to ask? Well... she'd shift her hips just a bit against his while she relaxed against her own arms. Actually, she'd like to experience more of those jolts of sensation. Even without the overall pleasure of the seal on her person this was something she'd likely come to enjoy all on her own. Strange she didn't consider that the layering of different sensations might make this better. "Yeah, definitely too deep. Don't let it stop you though~" she probably should have been a bit more considerate of herself but there was no time like the present to test her own limits and she was quite accepting of the attention even with the added stress of it being not simply a pleasurable experience.

There was another thing Sukuna had once been told. Impossibility was, for one of his ilk, only a matter of effort and willingness. Such had always been the case for the Prime Destroyer, and the notion was passed along to the following generation. Here and now, Sukuna figured he could start truly taking advantage of being beyond this world's sense of reason. Deep was a word that would only be accepted when there was no more room to move forward... and he had more space to fill at the moment.

So then, the initial thrust would continue. Sukuna felt (and even heard) Ereshkigal's reaction to having her cervix bypassed. Ah, but that wasn't all. He was not here simply to enter her womb, but to treat it as a second canal for his thrusting. Ereshkigal thought she wanted to experience more of those jolts from the initial penetration? She'd get a bit more than that. By the time Sukuna's pelvis reached the flesh of her backside, he could go for a leisurely swim within her womb. In fact, his hips were already swirling about to produce such an effect. The clutch of a cervix was something Sukuna found himself fancying quite a bit; he'd be making utmost use of that extra-firm clutch. "I wouldn't stop anyway," he stated as fact. With that, he'd waste no further time. Gone was that strange swirling he'd been doing as if to wedge against Ereshkigal's cervix. Now, he instead began thrusting with unnecessary force, each withdrawal only far enough to leave that particular orifice closing around his head before the shaft plunged in again.

The depth reached by Sukuna was one which he was keen to go beyond. It wasn't like Ereshkigal would be the one to try and stop him, and given this fact she soon found herself with the head of his manhood swimming around inside of her womb, well past the natural limitations presented by her body. What an interesting feeling that was. It was pressure and movement the likes of which her body had yet to know. He moved around in her womb like a baby normally would but with much more purpose than aimless movements. She found herself strangely moaning at the sensation, wishing to cup her stomach but not currently having the use of her arms to do so. "That's... I..." Oh?

Those little hiccup type speech bits were apparently normal for Ereshkigal as she figured out what it was she was trying to say. But here and now there was something quite different happening. In the time before this, she'd been kept at the edge of her own pleasure for the duration and only allowed to feel the best part at the time where Sukuna felt it was right. Here and now however she felt those repeated thrusts past her cervix and found herself stunned. Her vision was blurring, her insides were tightening and even the muscles in her legs were jumping. All of this happened as a rather intense amount of pressure built at her apex, how very strange. "Wait, wait, wait...that feels, good. Too good. If you keep doing it like that I'll... " there was a pause from her. What was the right word to describe the way she felt? That mind breaking, mind-numbing, sight clarifying sensation... there had to be a word for it that made sense.

All the while Ishtar was forced to watch as her younger sister got pummeled to a pulp. It seemed rather strange, watching the girl sigh, hiccup and cute her way through the kind of sex that Ishtar herself wanted to be having. It was more annoying knowing she'd been made lesser by this young woman's presence. Obviously, this was some sort of punishment for trying to boss around a demon and in the end she'd be given exactly this treatment too. Yes, that made the most sense. How long would it take him to get bored of this particular kind of drilling? Hopefully only a few more minutes right?

Sukuna thrusted and thrusted, letting himself be more physically satisfied this time around. It wasn't always all about the torture; he wanted to enjoy the pleasures of a physical body as well. This time around, he would focus more on that aspect of the exchange. In doing so, apparently there was a very quick build-up to the workings of Ereshkigal's loins. That chamber of creation would continue being pummeled, with the result seemingly being... something Ereshkigal either couldn't get around to saying, or didn't have the words for.

Ah, but Sukuna knew the words─ many viable words, in fact. Whether Ereshkigal found the right phrasing or not, Sukuna would not be stopped. He'd ensure she reached a point of hyperconsciousness, and lo... he'd do it all seemingly before Ereshkigal found her word. "Have a present!" he said excitedly. On the very next thrust, Sukuna's right hand slapped Ereshkigal's backside once more. Both hands then clutched, nails digging into the flesh of her bottom until skin was broken. In that same moment, his seed was spilled en masse directly into the goddess' womb, and still, his thrusting didn't stop. Ereshkigal had made a request. Could he meet those demands with a single deposit? Sukuna wasn't sure, but the answer wouldn't stop him from continuing regardless. As for how long it took him to become bored of this kind of drilling, well... probably longer than it would take for Ereshkigal to complete her Source or lose consciousness─ whichever came first.

Torture and physical pleasure. That was the order for this part of the evening. Ishtar watched as Ereshkigal was pummeled repeatedly. At the same time, she couldn't help but be jealous of the other woman getting to enjoy herself. She was perfection incarnate and here and now she wasn't even being allowed to partake. It had to be some sort of crime right? Kur for all her supposed goodness couldn't even express herself properly. And that was something considered cute, wasn't it?

Ereshkigal in this moment, didn't know if she was considered cute. Here and now she could only feel. She could feel the knocking past the depths of her being, she could feel the consistent clenching of her walls. She could feel the vibration of her core, and something else. A clap onto her bottom, by Sukuna and then the feeling of his claws digging into her bottom. She couldn't even get out the name of that feeling before he was offering her a gift and it was rushing over her. The roughness to her bottom and the rushing against her core caused the whole of her body to convulse. She'd hit the peak of that sensation and it was spilling over and it would only be increased. Here and now, mana flooded her loins from Sukuna directly and she was subjected to the rather sudden influx of it's delirium causing effects as well as the physical aspect of pooling. It was a rush, she was bursting forward, she was moving through time and space, she was physically stuck in place, she was. "Cumming!~" That word made a bit more sense now didn't it? It wasn't just about the mana for humans who didn't even know of power. It was about the rush, the feeling and everything else.

At the same time her mind had finally sped up, while her body continued to be pummeled while she continued to feel the vibrations of her physical body, her mind sped up and her source slowed down. Here and now she looked in her subconscious at something that looked like a tangled ball of thread and could see threads rushing in two directions. One forwards, one backwards... and here and now her little hands were enough to begin pulling them apart. So she did. Each strand was followed and separated until she two very separate and spinning balls of her source. She'd managed not to hurt herself. But they weren't properly combined. No instead they were thumping oppositely and in unison, like a savage drumbeat. In doing so her physical form gained more and more light. She seemed to be on the verge of explosion but that wasn't it. She simply needed to put the other half of her outside to help harmonize better. "This is amazing! But I have to break, first~"