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"Fuuuuuuck." Malgor shouted as he was thrown from the spire into the Cube of Fora. Malgor armor dissolved off of him as he landed in the void, his body splashed against the sweet smell gelatin like substance that made up the floor. Malgor sat up and watched as his wounds started to close and the various curses that the hero's placed upon him break one after another.

"Is someone there?" A voice echoed through the landscape, the formerly black walls became a fleshy pink as penises lined one side of the wall. Malgor chuckled as the fleshy rods quivered when he neared him, he recognized a few different species from Highland Dragon to human.

Malgor turn his attention to the other wall, Vaginas and ass dotted every inch. Some of them as small as a fairy ass while in the distance he could see a male Titan's ass with ball said touching the black floor. Malgor shook his head, his prison was probably one of the weirdest that he had ever been in.

"I am Malgor, I assume that you are my Jailer. Are you possibly one of Fora children, you certainly share her love for deviancy." Malgor poked at one of the butts and heard a soft moan.

"Hello Malgor, I am Nailka. I will be you friend. Could you tell me more about you and how you ended up here?" Nailka's voice was androgynous to the point Malgor was unsure if it was male, female, human, Titan, or anything natural.

"I will if you tell me how to leave once I'm finished." Maglor suggested.

"I will." The voice responded, "I am here to assist you."

Malgor told of his tales of growing up a slave in an elven village and rising to become hero of unwanted. He didn't spare the details of those he slaughtered or saved, Malgor ended the story of how he sought the cube to remake the world and how the hero's trapped him inside of it. "And that my disembodied friend is Malgor the so called dark lord. Now about my exit."

"You can't leave, the threshold here rips beings from the cycle of their world. My power here is infinite but I can't work powers outside of this chamber. Even if you were to die, you would simply be reborn here." Nailka felt the sudden sigh from the man as he sat in the black substance.

"If there is a way in then there is a way out. I can't be the only one to ever get put inside." Malgor hissed.

"There are currently forty five quintillion instances of my kin with others who have fallen in or been sealed since creation. None have gotten out, our Mother Fora would often toss living creatures in with notes attached to them for us to learn our purpose. I however would ask that you don't leave." Nailka asked softly.

"Why?" Malgor crossed his arms in expectation of the bullshit that was to come.

"Well It's better if I show you. If you would walk to the three steps to the left you'll see a human butt with freckles pull on it a bit." Nailka giggled.

Malgor followed the instructions to the letter and pulled at the rump. The full body slide out in a coating of sweet smelling oils as it stared up at him. Malgor mouth hung open in stunned silence, Anton the Hero of North Spire and the man who throw him in here was staring back up at him in equal amounts of horror.

"No! I watched you fall, I sealed you in here. Why am I in here with you?" Anton stood up, he was human and two feet shorter than Malgor's height.

"Nailka how did you bring him here?" Malgor asked his voice barely containing his seething rage.

"Using the soul magic on your armor and the amount of his blood I was able to recreate him down to the exact memories and emotion until five seconds before you came here. This version is every bit the hero that sent you here." Nailka explained, "I am here for you, I can make anything and any one that my sisters have information on. Anton and his group has sent many many of your allies here." Nailka from the ether.

"I see." Malgor chuckled and picked up the hero with, "And you will do whatever I ask?"

"Yes. I am here to make you happy."

"So I'm effectively a god here?" Malgor turned to the copy of Anton.

"Yes."

Malgor watched as Anton face turned from shock to horror to an understanding. Anton hung his head low and he held out his hands like a prisoner. Malgor laughed and slapped his hands away.

"Stop that. What exactly do you expect me to do?" Malgor chuckled.

"A beating or a murder. Just get it over with and gloat." Anton growled and leaned against the the wall of vaginas.

"Nailka could you recreate the scene in my head?" Malgor asked as the walls vanished into a meadow that spread as far as the eye could see. Small homes dotted the area and large tree jutted out of the ground as grass grew all around. Malgor shook in head in sheer amazement.

Anton felt the grass and even plucked a few from the ground just to test if they were real. "Why recreate Hanna Village, do you plan to burn it down again?"

"This isn't the real world yet you remember this place and I remember this place. I burned it down because it was apart of the war effort, my orders weren't followed and many people were killed instead of conscripted. I won't apologize to you and you won't apologize to me." Malgor laughed, "However. I will demand tribute."

The ground beneath hero rumbled as a simple throne appear as Malgor sat on the throne. His elbow propped on his chin as he stared at Anton. "The only two people in this whole copy world, everything revolves around what I want. So If you want to populate the village with new people then let's make a game out of it. One blow job and I'll make one man for your kingdom. You bottom for me and I'll make one woman, hmmmmm and if you top I'll give you something special."

"So would you have done this to the real Anton?" The copy said flexing his fingers and looking at his own body. "I mean I feel like I am the real Anton, I remember my family and my friends. I remember how good it felt to be done with this as you feel into the trap we set. Now I'm here with you and I am not even me."

"I probably would have murdered him, we were at war. If I got this kind of power I would have probably taken out all my frustration at being given this dark lord title on him." Malgor spread his legs revealing his long red shaft, "But you are not him, if anything I would consider you the first of the people in my new world. Nailka seems to be the God of this domain and she created you from a bit of blood."

"So why the sexual things?"

Malgor laughed a deep and booming sound, "Because I landed in the land of jizz and cocks with Nailka telling me that the world revolves around me. Now what is your choice, Anton?"

Anton swallowed, the eight foot tall man before him with an amused grin on his face, the cock slowly rising between them like a pike was almost a foot and a half of thick flesh waiting for his action. Anton stepped closer and climbed on Malgor's lap he spit in his hands before rubbing the top of the cock, Anton pressed himself against Malgor chest while pressing his tiny hole against the bright red cock.

"Goddess tears!" Anton squeal as he lower himself on the shaft, the size burned his tender hole as he lowered himself several inches. Anton pressed his head against Malgor's chest as his fist lightly tapped against Malgor shoulder, "Malgor and Anton, fuck you both!"

Malgor grunted as Anton slammed his hips down to the base of the shaft, the wet clap of flesh hitting flesh was punctuated with groans of pleasure from the former dark lord. Malgor's hands cupped Anton's ass before he started to thrust, the man lean in and bit as his shoulder hard enough to make him flinch. His tempo continued even as the other male screamed into his shoulder. Anton reach a hand up play with his nipples between each slap of their hips, every muscle clenched around Malgor's length as the human fucked him with every bit of energy he hand.

The human hands clawed at his back as he wrapped his own hands around Anton, his ball slapped against the small males ass on every thrust. Once he tired of that position he pulled Anton off his shaft and threw him to the floor, Anton rolled over and offered his ass up like the dog he was. Malgor obliged and pressed Anton's face into the grass, his cock probing deeply inside of the small human. Neither male showed restraint as their rutting became nothing but screams and growls, Malgor gave one final roar as he unloaded into Anton.

Anton felt the heat of Malgor's need enter his body, the dark lord the man his predecessor hated so much was filling him up like a tavern whore. Anton wanted to feel the fury his original had but the only thing on his mind was how sore his body felt and how hard he was. Once Malgor slipped out of his hole, Anton simply crawl around to gaze at the dark lord. His large red body was sitting on the grass and gasping just as hard. Anton didn't know what to make of this side of the dark lord but maybe they could get along.

"Damn. Did the Goddess teach you that?" Malgor purred like contented jungle cat as his cock dripped the last drops

Anton lifted his hand an attempted to cast a simple healing gesture in the air, Malgor flinched as he did. The massive man looked toward him and quickly stood up, Anton watched as Malgor chuckled. He felt his healing magic launched in a burst of inky red light but his ass felt a little less sore as the waves of healing washed over him.

"So that is how magic works here, all of it passes through me. I can see why this realm is sealed off. Clever clever." Malgor turned to Anton, his eyes glowing as he peered into Anton's body. The small flicker of a soul danced around inside of his body, the implication brought a smile to his face. "Anton, What did the Goddess promise you for my death?"

Anton narrowed his eyes, "She promised me a place in her host as one of her champions. Well she promised the real Anton, I'm not even sure what I am right now. A sex toy? Anton? A homunculus."

"Nailka inform Anton of what he is so that he stop freaking out. He won't believe it coming from me." Malgor said as he started to raise a castle around them, Anton's family crest of twin snakes hung from every banner. Red skinned humanoids popped into existence dressed as maids, cooks, and guards.

"The being known as Anton is a human, he is healthy and has a magic output of three, his physical form that of a twenty three year old and his mental state is the same. He is tethered to the root of this world by Malgor. His soul is considered a class two, within normal parameters for a human. He is the newly appointed priest of Malgor, his domain is Hanna Castle and his political influence is that of Hanna Village's Saint." Nailka finished with a giggle, "Little Anton is moving up in this new world."

Malgor shrugged, "I have created several of my people to serve as your attendants. There are two hundred and seventy adult human's in the village outside. They are confused and only know the basics their new life, you should do something about that 'saint'. Malgor gave Anton's rump a squeeze.

"I don't understand. Why?" Anton asked even as he felt the power coursing through him, he felt every leaf of grass and every begin for miles around as if they were standing nearby.

"It's not that confusing, I wanted to remake the world with the cube. I got that in the form of all of this, I owe it all to your name sake. I can't help those who are outside of this box, yet, but I can however test my capability to be a benevolent god here. My first act is to put someone in charge that managed to align the four countries races against me, just remember everyone here is just as real as you." Malgor said as he reached out to pat one of the red skinned guard on top of it's head. The guard politely moved Malgor's hand away and stood near Anton.

"What do I tell the people? I'm a warrior not a damn saint." Anton said his yell caused the guards to stiffen adjust them.

"Tell them how you worship me with your body and tell them that I expect them to do the same to you. You are Anton the second, Saint of New Hanna, servant of Malgor, blah blah blah. Do I need to act like the uptight for you to enjoy yourself?" Malgor chuckled stepping to a golden door behind the throne, "I'll be in my room if you need me. Nalika, assist him while get cleaned up. My dick smells like anointing oil and saint ass."

"What just happened?" Anton sighed and slapped a hand to his forehead, "Nalika was it? Is he playing a joke on me? I'm in hell, aren't I?"

"You are not in a hell. You currently occupy a castle in an instance of myself, Effectively by both your definition and Malgors. This would closer resemble a heaven, with myself being the location, Malgor being god and you being a direct divine creation of him. As it stands, there are humans at the gate to your castle, you should attend to them." Nalika spoke in the air.

"I will but would you join me in a form that I can see. It would help to have an assistant that I can talk to." Anton rubbed his temples as he stepped out of the throne room, his mind knew the entire layout of the castle because Malgor tied him. He had to just focus to know what every attendant was doing in the castle.

Next to him appeared appear a large breasted woman with a serpentine lower half, her face was distractingly beautiful. On her stomach was the crest of his family, she appeared as a the creature that made up his family's legends. She smiled at him gently before lowering her body to him with her arms spread out. "I can see that this form inspires confidence in your Sainthood. I am pleased with this, I will retain this form for future manifestations with you."

Anton nodded stood before the door to the audience chamber, there were seventy men and twenty women standing behind the door. They were afraid of the red skinned guards and the horrible black castle that erupted over their town. Anton took a deep breath, "You are a hero, Ant. Let's do this." Anton pushed the door open.