I looked around skepticaly at my surroundings. A derelict parking lot that had not been maintained with cracked concrete and faded barely visible lines were various cars parked.

  The streets nearby weren't much better and the buildings seemed to be covered in graffiti. It wasn't even a slum, that would imply that people lived here. In truth the entire city was abandoned.

  I'd heard about the place, but there wasn't some interesting story. It had just failed, the place had been condemned after finical disaster, a terrorist attack, and the last straw had been a cult that had somehow taken over all aspects of the cities governing body before being found out in the 80s.

  If I had known how important studying that cult had been I might have done more research on them.... probably. Well there was an episode of Treys revenge and that would have been more important.

  "Trust me babe. This is all legit, your going to love the band." Greg said trying to reassure me and not doing a good job of it.

  "Don't. Call. Me. Babe" I growled at him. I'd told him multiple times that I did not like being called that.

  "Oh come on. Don't be a"

  I shut him up with a withering glare. He wisely chose not to finish that sentence as I gave him the silent treatment during the entire walk towards a nearby building.

  The building seemed to be seemed to have once been some kind of theatre for plays, now it could charitabley be called a ruin of a theatre. Still the place had walls and a roof. Said walls did have holes, but I could see light and what looked to be a band set up of some kind.

  Then I felt a sharp sting in my arm and the world went black. Darkness was soon disturbed by light as I groggily woke up. I felt weak, and I felt like I was in a warm bath. Some wet liquid dripped down my arms and I could hear it splash on the floor.

  The almost comfortable bath like feeling was ruined by God awful music. Someone was trying to sing, but it was all high pitched. A drummer kept accidentally hitting his hand and cursed like every 10 seconds and whoever was playing the guitar did not know how.

  The music, if one could even call it that, helped bring me to my senses. I tried to get up or move my arms and found to my horror that I was tied to a chair. Bleeding. It was ALOT of blood and the fact that I was even awake and concious was pure luck. Or the lack of luck if the music was anything to go by.

  As the band drew closer and closer I started frantically trying to escape. Not to save my life, well, at the start it had been to save my life, now it was just to get away from that annoying cocaphony of sound that tried to pretend to be music. Please, let me die.

  It was as the band got closer that I managed to get out of the bonds. My blood having helped to make the bonds slippery enough for me to finally slip my arms out of them.

  Did I run? Hell no.

  I did the sensible thing. I yanked the guitar out of... Greg? Nope, no time to dwell on that.

  I grabbed the guitar from his hands and before anyone could do anything I started to play. It was angry bit of rock. I played with furry as my blood dripped onto the ground.

  As death crept upon me. I kept playing. And playing. Until I died. Inky blackness was all I could see.

  It was pretty peaceful while it lasted. No wants. No worries. Only existence.

  Then I was dragged into the pits of hell. All around me a cocaphany of screams could be heard rattling my very soul. A thousand thousand tormentors tortured their victims only for their victims to rise up and take their place just for their victims to do the same.

  A mall sat were people stole, lied, or violently assaulted and were assaulted by employees.

  In another scene a group of office workers brutally mauled a helpless HR department.

  It was like every conceivable fantasy that all people had was turned into some nightmarish land were victims became oppressors, then returned back to victims.

  In the center of it all sat a large figure who seemed like she had come from the very fabric of my day dreams. At the same time she was also the muscular chiseled man I day dreamed of taking to bed.

  Then I noticed Greg. Fucking Greg. Bound in chains as a literal goddess loomed over him with anger and rage and wrath in her eyes. The same angry goddess I was slowly floating towards.

  Fuck you Greg! First he literally probably killed me. Now he's gonna get my soul devoured by the women from my daydreams. I knew I should have dated Dave instead. Dave might be the boring choice.... okay definitely not Dave.

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  Maybe Sarah? Wait, she drinks pumpkin spice.

  Yeah. No. Greg was the best choice at the time.

  I was interrupted from my daydreams not from the goddess, but from a familiar now hated voice.

  "What the hell!? What do you mean I failed the ritual?" Greg snarled angrily at the goddess.

  "Well let's see. One your music was terrible."

  "Two your name is Greg."

  " Three the sacrifice was not a virgin. "

  a melodic almost bored voice replied to his complaint. She seemed to really hate his name. I felt a sudden wave of... understanding? Intuition? It was something that words could not explain.

  I got images of a mother naming her child based on the first word from a newspaper. Except it tasted, felt, smelled, and could be heard with an overwhelming sense of disapproval. A hatred of the lack of fantasy.

  I felt something wet dribbling down my nose. My head felt fuzzy, pleasent, and also like the worst hang over I'd ever had. Went I looked down I saw liquid red.

  "Blood?" Was I bleeding? It was suddenly so hard to focus. My brain just was working, could not work.

  "Oh? What's this now?"

  A hand wiped thr blood from my face. It felt like the softest of fabrics the sort I'd always touched as a kid. It also felt of fire, the hot stove you just wanted to touch just to see how much it hurt. It was a thousand other senses all the feelings of idle fantasies, acted upon or not.

  "Well. Seems you at least have a connection to the dao. Yes, You may not be suitable as a sacrifice. But I think Greg here has at least provided something of worth."

  She paused and it was both unbearably eternal and far to quick before she spoke again.

  "Let's see if you can pass the trial of change."

  With that said she simply appeared back on her velvet throne. As if she had always been sitting there, and had not just wiped blood from my face.

  Greg's nasally voice spoke up. "Oh thank you! I will pass this trial you have placed before me. I will show that I am worthy."

  "Oh no. The trial is not for you." The goddess replied with an amused tone.

  "Your just material. Please make your death throes entertaining. At least then you will have succeeded in something at life."

  With a snap of her fingers I felt the world change. Like something had been decided and the world, reality itself had agreed. At first nothing seemed to happen. Then I noticed Greg convulsing. Then I went pale as I saw body contort, twist in on itself, little by little.

  At first he begged towards the godess, towards me, and even tried to pray. Then he started yelling angry and outraged.

  "Why her!? I'm soppossed to be the cultivator! She's just some ugly bitch! Fuck!" I screamed and swore as his body condensed further. Further. Until he was just a ball of bleeding writhing flesh.

  Then even that was condensed. After an eternity and only a second the ball of flesh hardened. At first it was a blood red stone, then the stone crystallized. Until the process finished and a crimson ruby wrapped in chains was all that was left of Greg.

  The godess stood up and languidly walked over towards the ruby plucking it from the chains with delicate features. The entire time she made absolutely sure I got a full free view of her mount Olympus. I wasn't complaining. I rather enjoyed the view.

  "An ugly human makes for the best cores. I think it will suite you."

  I became suddenly a lot more aroused as said mountains slowly made their way over to me. I was in a weird place were I was incredibly terrified at the idea of this strange woman carrying the crystallized corpse of my ex. At the same I was very into the way said strange woman was swaying her hips.

  I blame it on the dao. This is definitely the dao's fualt. I don't know what a Dao is, but she said I had it, ergo it is my excuse so I don't have to confront the fact that I'm currently hornier then a teenage boy on meth that snuck into a strip club.

  Definitely the dao. You can trust me on on that.

  "Mmmm I like the way your fantasizing about me. Thank you for the meal." A soft whisper said In my ear as the woman leaned in close to me. Her breath felt on my body, like a thousand soft tender hands caressing my neck somehow turned into pure sound.

  "Here have a damned soul."

  Then I felt a cold feeling as my very being stretched and accepted a foreign something. A soul screaming within my very being. Yet, the feeling was pleasent, welcome even.

  Then the energy hit. Like a thousand voltz all hitting my body with chaotic fever. I felt my mind be subsumed by my desires. All the ways I wished my body could look, and my body adapted with each change.

  My desire for a bigger bust almost killed me with its sheer weight. Then that time I'd wanted knives for fingers. Even the time I'd wanted wings. With each thought a transformation occurred. My mind blazed with abject terror. At this rate I would become an abomination unable to move under my own power.

  I had to focus. To force my desires away and the result was my desires hitting me even harder. That hadn't worked! What could I do?

  Then that strange feeling hit me making my head flare up inside with painful clarity. I knew. Knew in a way even the greatest experts would envy.

  I had to stop fighting the process and instead pick which fantasies to realize. I started with a fantasy of my body returning to normal and let out a sigh of relief as my flat chest, normal fingers, and wingless back returned.

  The energies roiling inside me seemed almost begrudging at my choice. I had to start making changes or they would lijely start to run rampant through my body again.

  I started with my lacking bust. That was at least one particular fantasy I was more then happy to fulfill. I focused and watched as my breasts perked up going from A+ to Bs in a matter of moments.

  Was that a petty use of God like cosmic power. Yes. Yes it was. However! You try being a flat girl and tell me you wouldn't want to perk up a bit.

  I let my vanity run a little rampant. Fixing up my face to have that fierce yet cute look I'd always secretly wanted and made a few changes to the old glutes.

  My energies seemed to grow inpatient. They wanted more! More changes. Exotic things to make me look pretty.

  "Fine" I thought and gave myself glowing emerald eyes and purple died hair. That seemed to finally appease the energies and they slowly integrated themselves into my body.

  What the fuck!?