Old Echoes

“You know, I was expecting it to be way trippier out here, but this isn’t so bad.” Kat glanced to her two guides. “Although I do have this cut off sort of feeling. Like trying to see through thick fog.” She made a broad sweep of her arm, indicating the sheer darkness around them, broken only by pin-point stars and ribbons of aurora-like energy arcing in the seeming distance. “I feel like this whole… region… should be boiling with chaos, but it’s like… honestly, it’s kind of just like looking out into outer space. Endless black with random points of light, and the light-ribbons instead of nebula. Not unpleasant, really.”

Cyl smiled. “The Beyond is as it sounds. Beyond. Our senses are largely blinded by the shadows of the subconscious. In turn, it makes that which does exist in definition stand out starkly. Even our own expanded senses interpret things in mortal understanding. That which has not yet formed simply isn’t, and so much of the Beyond is essentially empty space. That which is shines as specks of potential lit into form, and so we can see it. But reaching those spots is the challenge. Distance doesn’t really exist out here in the literal sense, but in terms of conceptual dissonance, those other realms are far from us. Far from what we are. And so it takes us effort to reach.” She pointed to one of the arcing ribbons of energy. “Although you do see resonant flow between ideas, and as such, you find these existential jetstreams between Multiverses.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to ride one of those out?” said Kat.

“If they connect where you want to go, certainly,” said Cyl. “We use them sometimes. But in the interest of keeping the Omnyverse isolated, we’ve made sure to keep ourselves distant from such streams, in as much as we can. We don’t usually ride any to and from the immediate vicinity.”

“You can understand why we don’t want to give our position away,” said Reignbeau, giving Kat a bit of a side-eye. “So don’t try to shortcut out here.”

Kat pursed her lips. “I won’t. I’m following your lead, like you insisted.”

“Good,” said Reignbeau. “Keep it up.”

“You’re doing fine, Kat,” said Cyl.

Demi-Urge

The Planar Void boomed with the sounds of combat! Normally a place where the Omnys would go to make love unrestrained, it was also proving to be an excellent sparring ground for the Five, the foremost defenders of the Omnyverse.
 
“Come on, ladies, put your backs into it!” Reignbeau let out a laugh as the Mingles attempted to flank her, Demi going low, Wyllow going high. Demi lashed out with a whip of flames, while Wyllow whirled with a gleaming scythe, which flashed into a nodachi mid-swing to try and catch the rainbow warrior off-guard.
 
As they did so, they both bent reality around them, warping space and twisting time, to try and get their opponent off-balance, skewing her from multiple angles. As always, Reignbeau parried every attempt at their esoteric offense, and took their strikes head-on, forcing what should have been a whirl of reality-bending maelstroms into a pure melee spar.

Contest of Climaxes (Prologue)

Whitney was enjoying a cup a tea in one of the many courtyards of her Maison de Labyrinthe, when she sensed the imminent arrival of one of her fellow Omnys. She smiled and pretended not to notice. A moment later, she feigned being startled when the ever-energetic Lettie suddenly appeared in her lap, a huge grin on her face!
 
“Hi, Whit!” she said, and Whitney jumped in her seat, almost spilling her tea.
 
“Lettie! What have I told you about just popping in on people like that? You’ll give the poor dears a heart-attack!”
 
“Aw, you’re sweet for pretending!” said Lettie, and she leaned forward to give the elegant blond a deep kiss.
 
Whitney returned the kiss with gusto, and the two shivered a bit as their erotic energies flowed through one another, tickling each other’s erogenous zones in a loving magical caress. Shivering together in a mini-climax, the two broke off the kiss before they could get carried away.
 
After taking a moment to catch their breaths, Whitney smiled warmly at the country cutie. “So, to what do I owe this little visit, my sweet?”
 
“I thought of a fun new game we can play, and I was thinking your World would be the best fit!”
 
“Oh? Do tell.”

Inevitable Odds

In a small apartment in Melbourne, Osha was lazing about, playing on her phone. Classes were finished, and her job at the university was on pause. As long as she budgeted her money, she had the whole summer to slack off!
 
Presently, the young Melanesian woman was lying on her bed, watching videos on her phone, still wearing her pajamas. She was due to meet up with her boyfriend for lunch, but she saw no need to get ready any sooner than necessary.
 
In between mini-marathons of TikTok vids and Twitter scrolling, she suddenly got a text message from an unfamiliar e-mail address. Almost instinctively, she moved to delete it without looking, but the title caught her eye. [Sex Goddess Supreme!]
 
Osha found herself smirking. Morbid curiosity compelled her to see what terrible phishing scam this was. Some of these bot-scripted spam messages were so bad they were funny. With a title like that, it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek! She opened the text to give a glance before deleting. If it was funny enough, she’d screenshot it for a meme post.

Reignbeau Revives

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Author's Note: The Omnys, in event they do get themselves truly killed, are capable of resurrecting through conceptual back-ups in the Meta, generating new forms for them directly into the Planar Void, with fully up-to-date memories. Cyl, and now Reignbeau, are pretty much the only two who've needed to worry about it, but who knows what the future has in store for the Omnyverse as a whole.

The Omny's actual "power level" is an interesting point of debate; "omnipotence", it turns out, is a relative term when you're dealing with the cosmic pantheons of comic book multiverses. Yes, ostensibly, the Omnys are among the most powerful set of characters I've ever created, except, of course, they are only the latest in a line of "omnipotent" entities that make up the lore of my many, many worlds. The idea of asking "who would win" between two nominally omnipotent characters is a pointless thought experiment; such beings are either demonstrably "equal" in being the highest beings of their respective universes, or one is clearly on a whole other level above the other. Stalemates or curbstomps tend to be how it goes when you're dealing with beings that can make and break universes with casual ease.

Thus, for all their power, the Omnys are decidedly "mid-tier" at best among all my cosmic creations, just going by the fact that there are some entities they simply have no chance of defeating, and depending on what universe they might travel to, there are indeed "weaker" enemies still able to defeat them, depending on what resources they can bring to bear, and what circumstances they take advantage of.

 At the end of the day, though, it really comes down to the fact that in order to give Cyl's search for heroic struggle any real gravitas, it has to actually be a struggle. Thus, despite being a multiversal Goddess, she can still get the shit kicked out of her if she isn't careful. But at the same time, as an entity who can exist in the Meta, she's also technically of higher status and influence than most of those very same entities who could beat her or make her fight her hardest to win, in a dramatic story context.

Narrative conceit's a bitch sometimes.

Multi-Colored Mayhem

Domina took in a deep breath, smelling the ashes and blood on the wind. It was a beautiful crimson morning on her world of Apoclypha, and she stood nude and statuesque atop the vast torture facility that was her home castle. What fine distraction should she indulge in this morning? A fresh cart of maidens had been delivered to her just last night, fealty paid by the few ragged human tribes she extended a paltry protection to. She could slowly strip the skin from the poor, crying girls and light their flayed flesh on fire, forcing their exposed nerves and muscles to regenerate as fast as it burned so that they felt the exquisite peak of agony as she fucked their skinless, burning, screaming forms, until every bone in their body was snapped to pieces.
 
Yes, that sounded lovely. She’d been making larger gestures of destruction of late, shattering several of the human strongholds in the form of an Archdemon, leading her “fellow” demons to run roughshod over the few free humans left in her world. She would have to arrange for a few new settlements to take their place soon, or she was going to run out of survivors to terrorize. A little, luxurious lovemaking with the still-standing stronghold’s sweet, fresh sacrifices would be a nice, relaxing meditation for a change.
 
Or at least it would have if a bolt of rainbow colors didn’t slam into her back like a meteor just before she could turn to fetch her toys. Utterly stunned, the redhead was sent soaring off over the horizon. As she attempted to orient herself, the streak of colors hit her at a steep angle, powering her straight into the ground, dragging her for several miles through the broken landscape of her world. A quarter-mile deep trench was cut through the barren wastelands and shattered cities before the streak of colors let up its relentless force.
 
Domina was pissed. She recovered from the blow in an instant, glaring upwards, and shifting her body into living lava. She surged out of the trench, towering as a volcanic giantess over the figure who dared to strike at her. For just a moment, she saw a young woman sneering up at her, dressed in navy blue clothes, with fair skin, pink eyes, and a wild mane of rainbow-colored hair. The next moment, the girl became another streak of colors, shooting at Domina faster than she could react, and punching her clear across the dimensional veil.