Laz had to admit, there was something soul stirring about hearing such a woman say such a thing. The way she looked at him with her final request was like a plea of desperation. It was clear that she had no idea what exactly such a thing would entail, but she wanted to do it anyway which actually left Laz in a bit of a bind. She was both a warrior and a scholar. Her path to godhood wasn’t nearly as clear as someone like Aphrodite, who just needed to understand true love. As Laz had said and since undergoing his own rebirth, he was even more sure of, the breaking of a shell meant the breaking of one’s self. Even now, Laz wasn’t quite sure how he had succeeded since his success wasn’t as straightforward as the other women, but what he did know was that the change that one underwent truly felt like the break and rebuilding of ones entire body. Because of this, he was sure that Athena, the perfect warrior who had never lost a battle and was always the smartest one in the room, would never cross the threshold to break herself.

She was sure of herself and her pride was her greatest enemy.

As for what being a god actually granted one... Laz hadn’t had much time to pursue that. His inner world was now briming with life, animals, fish and birds. There were even signs of the evolution of humanity as some of the apes were showing signs of curiosity. But that was still a long way off and only something he could feel, just like he knew if he died, the inner world died with him.

As for his strength, he could fly... in a manner of speaking. He could walk on the wind, his balance and control over his own body enough to manipulate the air to support his weight. It was a strange feeling and one that was hard to get used to, but he was getting better at it. It wasn’t so effective at the moment, hence why he still chose to ride the black castle. But one day he was hoping he could do one hell of a cosplay of a superhero when he got back.

’Actually... the real question would be how will my body react after returning to my world?’ Laz asked himself more than once before returning his focus to the problem in front of him.

"Remove your clothing," Laz said, while still thinking.

"What?"

Laz didn’t respond immediately, instead coming back to the moment before lowering the tone of his voice to one in which could be considered gentle.

"This is the only time I will say this. If you want my help, you must do as I say, no matter what. It will be hard, impossible even. You will be forced to do things you hate, things that make you hate yourself. You might cry, you might breakdown. But even then, you can’t give up. No matter how embarrassing, how degrading the thing is I ask you to do, you will have no choice but to trust me in that I want you succeed in this. The next time you agree to me, the contract is active and I will no longer concern myself with your feelings or opinion. If you fail to do as asked, you will be punished. If you keep failing to do it, your punishments will get worse and worse until you have no choice. This is the only chance to back out in which case we both go our own ways as I can no longer help you in a way that’s guaranteed to work. Instead, I will have to work on other plans and you will be on your own. So this is it. DO YOU AGREE?" Laz said, his last words spoken were deep and powerful, like a proclamation from heaven.

"I, Athena, Daughter of Hera and Zeus, agree to abide by this contract until I’ve ascended to godhood or until I am dead!" Was her sure response.

With the words spoke, she removed her clothing, piece by piece until she stood there naked, her tanned skin shimmering in the low light of the room. Her body was strong as muscles rippled, clearly formed from her long years of war and bloodshed. Her breasts, while generous, were firm and showed no excess fat except what was normally present. Her body looked as though it was molded from marble, as though a skilled artist had finally made the masterpiece that would see them happily to their grave. If there was one issue that Laz didn’t know how to address per say, it was that she didn’t take personal grooming seriously. While such a thing was a woman’s prerogative, it also showed that she had never considered another’s view of her as important. While that wasn’t a bad view to have, it also meant that she lacked awareness of the thoughts of others.

Laz kept his thoughts in check as he looked her over from top to bottom. Besides the hair, she truly was the persona of a goddess made flesh.

"On the ground, on your arms and legs, keep your back flat," Laz commanded.

Wondering if this was some sort of exercise, Athena did as asked as she laid on all fours and kept her back straight.

Laz then sat on her, letting the whole of his weight rest against her body and causing her to almost collapse. While Athena was strong, Laz’s body was heavier than iron and solid like a diamond. Just his body weight alone, if he didn’t control it, could crush a car flat.

"What are you.."

"Don’t speak," Laz simply said, thinking while treating her like his personal stool.

"But your..."

Laz didn’t even say anything this time as he swung down his free hand and spanked her, hard. Her toned but still bubbly butt jiggle fiercely from the blow. Not having expected such thing, Athena lost her focus and fell, letting out an ’Eck’ that sounded like a squeak. Laz didn’t bother moving and kept sitting there, his weight keeping her pinned.

"Get up," Laz said, without emotion. He was still thinking about how he could do this in just the one day he basically had. While the act of sex would give her the energy she needed... it wasn’t going to be enough to break the shell keeping her from advancing unless she truly could understand her weakness.

Although Athena was struggling, she couldn’t get up with Laz on her, so he whacked her slightly jiggly ass again, causing another cry of pain from her.

"Get up!"

’How can I break her pride that quickly? Is there even a way?’

Athena was pushing up with everything she had, but wasn’t able to get all the way there and fell again, this time the impact hit hard, causing her to lose her breath in the process.

Feeling this, Laz slapped her butt several more times, even harder than before. He then stood up, knowing that there was no way she could lift his weight if he didn’t let her.

Reaching down, he grabbed her neck while she was coughing and raised her head so that their eyes met.

"Is this it? This weak bit of strength and resolve? You’re fucking hopeless. A horse or an ox would be more useful than you. Better looking too considering they would be groomed nicely," Laz said, sticking his thumb in her mouth while gripping on her jaw and tongue.

"How worthless has your life been up until now? Fighting those weaker than you and calling it glory? Killing those who were just trying to survive, trying to keep their families and small homes safe from you and those like you and feeling proud because of it? And then taking their families, their children and selling them off as slaves? Letting your men have their way with the heartbroken wives who’s husbands you had just slaughtered? How truly divine and righteous of you," Laz said, mockingly. While he understood that war was hell, there was something to be said about doing nothing but targeting those who were weaker than you and calling it justified. Perhaps she had been so brainwashed that she never thought about it? Or perhaps she had and just convinced herself that this was just the way war was? It didn’t matter either way. Right now it was time for her to learn weakness.

’Actually... that gives me an idea...’ Laz thought, thinking back to his years surfing the internet for whatever porn seemed to call to him.

"Perfect. Yes... That’s it. Perhaps the easiest way to get you to understand is for you to experience it for yourself, hm? How about it? Let’s turn you into a slave?" Laz said, keeping up the villain persona. While he didn’t know if the things he was blaming on her were true, what he did know was that there was a real sense of reflecting in her eyes while he spoke, leading Laz to understand there was some truth there. After all, Rain had been his source of information in this regard even though he hadn’t seen her since he had been forced out of the capital. He briefly wondered if she had been lucky enough to escape the capital or even if she had the chance. Either way, he couldn’t worry about it right now even if he wanted to. He needed to focus on what was in front of him.

"But then again... a slave has a use... Ah... I’ve got it... I’m going to turn you into my personal pet dog... How does that sound?" Laz said while looking into Athena’s eyes which for the first time went wide with actual fear.