Alex leaned back in the creaking chair of his small Warsaw apartment.
The screen glowed with Fistoria stats. Numbers climbing. Comments piling up like digital tribute.
Not enough. Never enough.
A ripple cut the air behind him. Not the clean shimmer of Anville. This one tore like fabric splitting under claws.
DeVille stepped through.
Same silver eyes as his brother, but the motes inside swirled darker, chaotic. His black suit carried a faint crimson thread at the cuffs. The smile showed too many teeth.
"Little author." DeVille's voice carried lazy amusement. "You've been such a good pet for my brother. Grinding contracts.
Collecting tears. How boring."
Alex didn't flinch. The cold fire in his chest flared hotter.
"What do you want?"
DeVille circled the desk. Fingers trailed over the laptop without touching it.
"A vacation. For you. My treat."
He snapped once.
The room folded away.
Alex stood in void. Black nothing stretched forever, yet a single marble platform hovered beneath his feet. Stars wheeled overhead in impossible patterns.
DeVille lounged on a throne that hadn't existed a second ago.
"Rules are simple. You write a woman into existence. Any you like. Pull her from myth, from story, from pure want. She arrives here, in this little pocket I made just for play."
DeVille leaned forward.
"She can't leave until she fucks you. Willingly or not doesn't matter in the end. The realm demands it. One full year in here for every one you claim. Time outside? A blink. Seconds at most."
Alex felt the power coil in his mind. A new tool waiting.
Write her. Make her real. Make her stay until she breaks for me.
DeVille grinned wider.
"Start with the Greeks. They're dramatic. Let's see how long your control lasts."
Alex closed his eyes.
He reached into the knowledge Anville had planted years ago. Stories. Myths. Power wrapped in flesh.
The name formed on his tongue.
"Athena."
The void answered.
Wind howled across the platform. Olive branches materialized, then shattered into silver light. Armor forged of starlight and owl feathers coalesced.
She appeared.
Tall. Grey eyes sharp as spear points. Helmet crest still forming. The aegis shield half-solid on her arm. Wisdom and war etched into every line of her body.
Athena regarded him with cold appraisal.
"Mortal. You dare summon me into this farce?"
Her voice carried the weight of стратеgems and fallen cities.
Alex smiled. Slow. Predatory.
"Not mortal anymore."
He stepped closer. The year stretched ahead like an open contract.
One year Here with me.
Athena raised her spear. Lightning danced along the tip.
"You will release me at once."
Alex didn't flinch.
The realm pulsed. Invisible walls tightened.
"No."
He circled her.
"You leave when you fuck me. That's the rule your new host set."
Athena's eyes narrowed. Pride flared.
Yet the realm's compulsion already whispered at the edges of her divine will.
Alex stopped inches away.
His hand rose. Not touching.
"Let's begin the negotiation, goddess."
The stars above shifted into new constellations.
A year began.