TTRPG magic and multiverses

All major powers in hell fell, before Noel kneeling and swearing their eternal allegiance and devotion.

He was as pleased as he could be, for but a moment.

His duchess and queens lay in chains and lingerie, but the news of the stillborn disturbed him too much. His feelings of inadequancy he chanelled through wrath were never enough, he started feeling ambitouns, as little of a place this world was, he could rule it he could improve upon it's foundations or enslave and corrupt it, not just hell but so many more worlds.

"Tell me my servants what am I now ment to do?"

"Kill the mortals those fools nothing they bring or make is ever truly great, not like you our beloved master!", maybe broken but truly submissive or just a demon wishing to ruin all things, an expected answer. 

"Build upon it, they just have to serve you and they will?", the second demoness practically wispred into his ears, all while tring to lick his feet, chained, she made quite sight, how the underlined her bosom and wraped around all the good parts, on all fours with her ass in the air, and her head on the ground gave a good view to all.

"Make yourself greater, allways gather more power there is never enough of it to go around, and noone is truly safe, so protect me and take responisbility!", she strock her tiny belly, nothing should be in the oven, but he let the archwizard dream.

He knew how to make every single one of those tasks a reality, but he could also do them all, and it wouldn't even be hard. He just needed either Reed Richards or Victor van Doom, or would it be Victoria, the bodies stationed in the helicarrier still haven't delivered anything substantial, besides a tiny bit of information of super human warfare, but that usually played out the same no matter which universe, sipmly by virtue of having a mutant ruler, who hates humans and is ready to do a racial cleansing of his own.

Why is Magneta like that, oh well, she shouldn't be immune to magic, or capable of defeating something immune to most physical affects.

His servants aproached, and Wrath raged in the many corners of hell, killing all indiscriminantly, those usefull would be sealed, branded with a rather lewd crest, re-educated and serve from then on with love and devotion.

He really was throwing out his morals just like that, what would some of the greater upcomming threats be, the Aisir, the gods no Loki, was the death affecting him, was it cousing a ripple it shouldn't? His mind was scattered among thouseds of bodies all living his every thought and whim, he was diffusing and losing himself, yet radicaliesing.

Two demons ready too hop onto his shoulders, where what might just be the closes thing to one of the mutant gods in this world lay, just floating, his duchess, just wanted a leg and a place to call her own, she was rather satisfied, mostliely would she try to get her wands on the many demonic ramnends to increase her power but Mephistas remains would be firmly outside her reach, in one of his many tiny bubbles of worlds, not his mindscape, defintly couldn't compromise that place further than every single one of his thoughts did.

Europ was a low priority if 'canon', would be followed it would just disapear after Reed Richards destroys it to built a super humanhive ciyvilasation, trying to perfekt the human genom. Russia was secretly building it's own super human armie, and Anti-Ultimates team, middle east Anerican mutant god programm, China, will get coued by one of the Stark sisters, in order to make fat stacs of profit, Taiwann maybe gets destroywed by the super human race they built, that would bes just about everything important, besides the mutant armageddon where Magneta swippes the poles around with a flick of her hand and kills half the global population, because two of her doughters faked being dead.

The American civil war, the stones, the dozen or so alien invasions, the more Noel thought about remembering, a quiet easy task, the less he wanted to know about the enormous amounts of enslavement that will have to be done in order to fix the massive mess marvel was.

The cosmic cubes, Noel wanted to forgett, about the invading zombie worlds, and other such pranks by the beyonder, the one thing only below the one above all, why couldn't this have been the world of the one-and-only, that was such a more peacefull world, not really and that god was made by the french, but still, the pure magic of that realm would have messed so well with his own, the realm coversions.

With the definition of the devil licking and kissing his checks, while he was thinking, he really wanted to build that pleasure palace, but its destruction would have been iminant. Lust coudl do it, but he had to focus. But sice he could even think about it, meant no succesfull attcks from the future where launched against him, that woudl have, made him either blind or directly crippled and destroxed him, he did not feel changed, but how does one prozess, that someone from the future has the very real option of undoing you in the past.

He nedded to investigate the Baxter Building, home of the fantastic four now, he had to be a share holder, and get some sort of grip on that kid, well S.h.I.E.L.D might already have on anyway.

Sensing his emotionally distress, his demonic servants wnet above and beyond to entice him, while he had a slow methodical breackdown of several methods he could cease to exist from one instance of time to the next, he wasn't paranoid enough, it was day 3 he ruled hell, but what if he stops existing on day 4.

The swinging bootys really did the trick, both Mephistas presented the wizards bare bossom to him, that worked, maybe autohypnosis in order to not think about the girl whose head is a black hole really helped? How would that girl give head?

He really needed to get a grip on himself and this turbolent world won't let him, and never will.

Back to the girls teasing him and the breasts massaging his crotch, Should they make it quick or was he just goingt to have a duplikate investigate the Fantastic Foursome?

He assembled all of his that was stationed in hell.

He and the hive needed to change.

Sacrificing all those stained in the infernal juices, having them come together as one of his worst parts, those stained in Mephistas virgin blood and other unclean filth of hells ruling elite, should from that moment be known as the embodiment of Noels Lust, a prime aspect of his being, the were the managers of it all tasked to indulge for all times eternal, and never stop, always vent their misery on others.

Those many stained in the blood of the trillions of today's fallen demons and sinners should be known as Wrath of Noel, tasked with crushing the unruly and bringing a vile end to all threats he is faced with that can be solved using brute force.

Lust made one more of itself and each packed a Mephista from behind, committing to their duties, for all eternity. They claimed some of their already existing ones as their spare bodies, and all was arranged.

With hundreds more Noels on the way, the suburbs of hell and all the stays and corpses were being rounded up. Branded and depraved of even basic summoning rights, stripped of most of its power hell fell, to the clutches of an angel.

Pieces of Wrath left searching for more to fight, some parts of Lust left so be worse. The equivalent of A-bombs ceased to explode all over hell, as there was almost nobody left to kill, until they revived.

"Summon your riders let them participate in this feast."

Mephista with salvia dripping down her chest, her lewd crest glowing, obeyed as best she could and summoned her most beautiful servants, to be devoured.

Most of them were free for extended times on Earth, till time and the contracts caught up, and few can claim to be free of the devil forever, some fine print always gets them. Some of the riders chose to appear in their mortal flesh, others just as the skeleton held together by hellfire.

Stripping all they wore, their armour and garments, they presented themselves to their new lords, you get used to being possession after a few hundred years without hope or purpose, and just maybe this was the change in ruler ship they needed. They were already in hell it couldn't get much worse.

Lust made more of itself, funny how a technical asexually reproducing 'lifeform' had a sex drive and had that made purpose, just so that someone else could better focus and min-max his might. Still he had to wonder just how good he could make a skeleton feel.

It couldn't say that this wasn't what it was always meant to do, bring happiness, love and pleasure to all.

Different versions of Noels could be seen creating infrastructure and placing and moving buildings all around, this world was their sandbox, their new playground, and they played Minecraft on creative.

Lust had a different idea, never satisfied, even with one of the most powerful cosmic entity's this world had to offer under him getting, pounded, he needed more.

[Gate]"Magneta"

A bonafide Milf pops out from the gate that just opened in front of him, she was subject to no spell or command yet.

Very slightly disoriented but otherwise under no pressure, she has a lock at what she can only guess as a mutant boning demons and skeletons, reminded her of how she went out of her own way to make her useful tools, good times.

[Suggestion] "Hello beautiful? Would you like a ride with us?", dozens of different Versions of Lust turn to her.

With a smile on her lips the older women stripped, "But of course anything you desire?", just maybe a new and just as equally useful tool could be made out of this fated meeting.

One daughter already disappointed her enough with changing her allegiance, and their parents weren't of much use no matter how powerful they were the remained set in their way and weren't even mutants themselves, this on shouldn't disappoint her.

Putting her helmet aside, no use for that under friends, her cape and armour levitating of her, left in the air, leaving her almost bare for all to see, just a bra and panties left.

One opened, leaving her nips and hangers in the hands of her gentle partner, and a part of Lust placed his Lips upon it, sucking the teats till she felt it. Massaging and stimulating her long before she ever even finished undressing, her first little orgasm and moan left her.

She found no more purpose in being subtle, seeing her lover throw himself at her, the metal armor, made way under her magnetic might and came right off her appealing even if slightly out of shape body. Slight health issues cropped up here and there still she never stopped training and improving herself, shown on her musculature and abs, visible right under her udders.

A hand was already exploring her more private sections and now lips upon lips, how long has it been for her. She was filled with glee at her better halves every move, and he wasn't even insider her yet.

A flesh changed Dormammu, several elite Demons, two Mephistas and a horde of Riders all watched the display while patiently waiting for their portion of the action, getting acclimated to inhabiting so many bodies and being born anew takes a bit of time, still they were waiting just that their patience had limits as the atmosphere of it got to them, hells atmosphere was surprisingly welcoming of mortals but that was a question for the scholars of Noel.

The more bold and ready of them went and claimed one of their bodies as their partners, but there weren't yet enough of them for everybody, rivalry's started over who came first. First decided and appealed by lust and beauty, then by might. The women who wanted could never agree, thankfully they didn't have to.

Grabbing and taking out of the shares of women surrounding them they took whoever had their fancy first and worked their way through the pile of them.

He couldn't take a ruler of one of earths possibly most powerful nations on hellish ground he needed a bed and with a clap of his hands it formed, where were his manners, fuck the demons the deserved to suffer.

Filled with hardly more than glee at the opportunity of having a partner once more, she laid herself on top of it presenting her inner temple to be raided and claimed, by the invader. More than just hard, he kept his patience and started slowly eating her out, the price had to be tasted first, and he refused to hurt a useful tool.

Wet thrice over, the invasion started with lance in hand the first gate was attacked, and it fell and crumbled from all sides, the facade that she wasn't enjoying herself never really made its way onto her face, yet to see her switch between a twitching mess and a deer in the headlights as he moved in and out of her filled even Lust with joy, he wouldn't stop until she became an incontinent mess from the pleasure.

All other parts of its direction agreed and would do so too, life had to be a party and every moment had to be filled with joy for all but mostly for them, it was a first claim first take first come basis.

Gaining flesh the Riders organized and went out of their way to stay in groups they haven't been apart for centuries and where rather averse to being separated, instead orbiting one Noels as a group from five to ten. The more bold ones among them raised their bare buttocks hoping to win favours, the reserved ones just stared and investigating often enough with just barely a hand between their faces and the phallus entering and leaving their comrades, well until something was deposited inside of them, splashing in all directions.

Those standing so close were in the AOE zone and yet not bothered by it. Taking scopes of it from their fallen comrades, the explored the taste themselves, liking what they found in their dull live they started eating the now resting comrades out.

It was debauchery all around yet Noel was wandering about the synergy of splitting apart dimensions with pure syonic might in order to lay the world bare of all supernatural elements not stemming from him temporally at least, and just sending more clones out into the multiverse, multiverses, omniverse? He wasn't yet fully clear with it and workshops had to be opened for stat boosting gear, than there was the possibility of time revisions and how to gain immunity and under which conditions he even wanted to have some.

Moaning left and right he didn't perceive any of it, women of all classes and sizes left wanting more. The aspect praised himself for a job well done, just that the realization that he was now primarily ordained to take care of them, left a large dampening upon their mood. He was to in the moment for planning or remembering, he was an aspect of the present not the past. Which meant more clones and ever more of them, to take care of tasks they were to specialized in to be competent or capable of comprehending. Lust thanked itself for not being the Prime he wouldn't survive the mental tribulations or maybe he was already to specialized in others.

Wrath thought little something moved that meant it had to go squash, burning ripping tearing, freezing, dissolving, disintegrating, splitting space all in order to bring pain and agony, that was what he was made to do and as angry as it made him, that was only for the purpose of serving as a mental node a pillar of all Noels at first it made him happy and even being angry as much as it infuriates him secretly before he revamped his mind and 'biology' brought nothing but joy, there was nothing better than hating the world and not reflecting on it to deflect indefinitely. At that he realized he should start working on obtaining damage reflection, watching as thousands just hurt themselves on him brought a hateful smile to his infernal visage.