The Tale of the Immortal Skin and the Ascension

In the world of Ky'lar, within the territory formerly known as the Valerius Empire, the prolonged game of hide-and-seek between the primary goddess of that world and the entity inhabiting the body of an elf was about to reach its end.

"Elf, what do you want from me?"

Finally standing face to face after being cornered, the goddess—dressed as an ordinary farmer, her face smeared with mud—questioned her pursuer.

"Are you truly the goddess? You look quite different from what I imagined."

Surprised by her appearance, the elf evaluated her in confusion, noting her masculine and rustic guise.

"What goddess?! I told you, you have the wrong person!"

Still maintaining her disguise, the goddess struggled, trying to break free.

"The wrong person? We shall see about that."

Unfortunately for the deity, the beautiful elf was not deceived. She raised her hand and whispered a spell:

"Fireball!"

In response to her words, a terrifying ball of fire slammed into the unsuspecting goddess in her farmer's disguise...

"It's so hot! Help!"

...who could only scream in desperation.

"Well, that isn't a fireball; it's a projection spell. This projected flame can't kill anyone, Goddess. It seems the legend is true: have you grown so weak that you can no longer tell the difference between a fireball and a projection spell?"

However, such an attack was a mere performance. The elf licked her lips, smiling maliciously at her successful ruse.

"Cunning villain... what do you want from me?"

Realizing she had been found out, the goddess—still in her farmer guise—set aside her act. A sacred light began to emanate from her, and her body gradually transformed back into her original appearance.

"It truly is the Goddess! You are so beautiful!"

Witnessing the transformation that revealed the deity's perfect figure, the elf drooled. Despite the years the wizard had spent seeing beauties like Princess Elizabeth or the elven body he now inhabited, he couldn't help but subconsciously compare them to the goddess's beauty, which outshone them all.

After all, the goddess's body was the embodiment of all beautiful fantasies, incomparable to mortals.

"Stop flattering me; just say what you want."

But the goddess, accustomed to that kind of reaction as it was not the first time she had been targeted, proceeded with her questioning.

"Then I shall say it: I want the Goddess's body!"

In response, the elf revealed a malicious smile, and dozens of dark figures appeared behind her, blocking any path of escape.

"My body? You... what are you going to do!"

Aware of the imminent danger, the goddess groaned in dismay.

"Of course, first I will test how a Goddess's body feels."

The elf slowly approached the goddess, once again whispering a new spell:

"Transmutation magic activated: Physical Modification."

After uttering the words, a large, fleshy penis emerged from the elf's crotch.

"No, you can't do this! It's blasphemy!"

Reacting to this, the goddess—sensing what was about to happen—reproached her in terror, dealing for the first time with a mortal so audacious.

"Don't worry, this will be over sooner than you think."

And true to his words, hours after the act, a malicious smile spread across the lips of the goddess herself.

"Hahaha, at last I have obtained a body that grants true immortality! Now I can finally research magic to the absolute limit. However, the goddess's power has diminished drastically."

The goddess, now possessed by the entity within, was under his complete control.

(You! You must return my body! The power of the goddess is not something that someone like you should misuse!)

Nonetheless, her original soul, sealed inside a crystal ball behind her own body, still tried to fight back.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless. I only want to research magic to the fullest, but first I need to regain my power."

Unfortunately, that struggle was in vain upon receiving the response from the wizard who now controlled her physical form.

"Regain your power? What do you intend to do? Don't tell me...!"

Noticing something at that moment, the goddess's soul, sealed within the crystal, cried out in shock as she witnessed her own body being touched with apparent enjoyment.

"You know... I wonder what would happen if I sacrificed the soul of the goddess and the body of the elf. What kind of powerful Demon King would be summoned?"

Finally revealing his intentions, the Goddess's body laughed maliciously, waving a hand and tossing the discarded elven body and the original soul of the deity into the sacrificial circle.

"Zul’rath kahn, ghul-turim vazka. Sarkos-mora, drakka-tul vahl. Orak-nix, vultum seth’moris. Khaal-marok, Rei-Varkas, GHAAL!"

Then, the Goddess began to recite the incantation to summon a Demon King from another world.

"Who has summoned me?"

As the ritual concluded, a beautiful and elegant Demon King, the size of a young girl, answered the summons.

"A beautiful Demon King? How lucky!"

Observing the result, the Goddess's smile grew even more sinister, for she felt her power reaching unprecedented heights with the arrival of the Demon King.

"So, you are the goddess of this world! How ironic that a goddess would summon a Demon King!"

The young Demon Queen, noticing her summoner and oblivious to the danger, stood with her hands on her hips in a condescending manner.

"Greetings, Demon King. And goodbye, Demon King."

It was a mistake she would pay for dearly. With a slight wave of her hand, the Goddess summoned an undead "clone" of the First Hero lurking in the shadows behind her, instantly subduing the unsuspecting Demon Queen.

This was possible because, as the Archbishop of Greed, one of the conditions had been to deliver the original corpse of the First Hero to the Demon Lord of Greed. However, the Lord had allowed him to receive a cloned body, which the wizard had been experimenting with.

"Exhauri spiritum, indue carnem vacuam. Luce tenebrosa, avatara fias! Sub ditione mea, non anima, sed tegumentum tantum remaneat. Avaritia Mea te Consumat!"

Immediately after, the Goddess chanted a spell, and several bolts of black light—which clashed sharply with her divine image—entered the Demon King’s body.

"Despicable Goddess... what have you done to me?"

Recognizing the dark signature of one of the most dangerous Demon Lords in the multiverse within the spell, the Queen groaned and spat out thick black sludge as her body gradually withered, turning into a mere skin.

"Now I have a way to maintain my power forever."

After successfully completing his plan, the Goddess smiled sinisterly, lifting the Demon King's skin and covering herself with it.

"Ahahahahahahaha! So much power!"

Thus, a Goddess disguised as a Demon King would exist forever as the eternal ruler within the shadows of that world.

"Dear Majesty..."

Simultaneously, in the Valerius Empire, a burly man with a barbarian appearance burst into the palace.

"Duke Jonathan, please, don't kill me! I'll give you everything! I'll name you regent! Please... just don't kill me!"

At that moment, Empress Elizabeth was kneeling before Jonathan, her face streaked with tears, begging for mercy.

"How pathetic, Your Majesty! But... if you can give me a little pleasure, perhaps I'll let you go!"

In response to her pleas, Duke Jonathan smiled mischievously and lowered his trousers.

"Duke... is my oral sex to your liking?"

Upon seeing the Duke's penis, Empress Elizabeth immediately proceeded to take it into her mouth.

"Hahaha! Comfortable! Of course it’s comfortable! Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you? And now you’re kneeling on the floor giving me oral! Hahaha! Get on your knees, I want to taste your cunt!"

That day, Duke Jonathan had launched a rebellion in an attempt to dethrone the Empress. Taking advantage of the chaos in the midst of his coup d'état, the Duke proceeded to indulge his darkest desires.

"Your Grace, I am ready. Please, rape me! Just... spare my life!"

Giving orders to the beautiful Empress Elizabeth, he made her lift her skirt and lie on the floor, exposing her body to him.

"Is Your Majesty truly this lewd? You aren't even wearing underwear... But I like your posture."

Duke Jonathan brusquely thrust his penis into Elizabeth’s vagina, grinding his hips with great pleasure at the thrill of his conquest.

"Your Grace... does my cunt feel good? Spare me, and I will serve you every day."

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to her former title, Empress Elizabeth trampled upon her own dignity in a desperate bid for survival, acting as a faithful and submissive sycophant.

"What a tempting offer! Unfortunately, I am a traitor who has betrayed Her Majesty! So, if Her Majesty were to live, I would be very worried."

However, unfortunately for "Elizabeth," the Duke unceremoniously decapitated her, then lifted the head by the hair. But then, Jonathan froze in shock.

"What?!"

To Jonathan's surprise, the head of an ugly man slid out from within the Queen's head. What he held in his hand was merely a disguise of human skin.

"What is the meaning of this...?"

Baffled, Jonathan's mind raced. As if possessed, he pulled the human skin mask over his own head.

"Eh? My voice has changed. So... putting on this skin can turn me into Her Majesty Elizabeth?"

Reaching that sharp conclusion, Jonathan immediately looked down and, indeed, just as he expected, he noticed the body of a man hidden within the Queen's skin.

"If that's the case...!"

Then, Jonathan dressed himself completely in the Queen's skin, and the sword cuts on the skin healed automatically.

"Good grief, I really have become Her Majesty!"

When he was finished, Empress Elizabeth stood up, intact as if nothing had happened, looking down at her body with amusement.

"So, wearing this skin will give me the throne? How interesting!"

That day, alongside the birth of a new Regent Goddess in the world of Ky'lar, a question lingered in the air: Had Duke Jonathan's coup been successful? Even today, no one knows for certain. However, the only thing everyone knew was that the Empress still ruled the Empire.

In this manner, time continued to pass. Years later, the Queen's appearance remained the same, but her movements and expressions were no different from those of an elderly person.

"Count Fabio, I have a secret to share with you."

With the banquet celebrating the Empire's foundation approaching, Empress Elizabeth had summoned Count Fabio—son of the "missing" Duke Jonathan—to a secret chamber.

"A secret?"

Count Fabio nervously swallowed, gazing at the Queen's breathtaking back, his mind filled with images of himself making love to her.

"I shall reveal the truth to you..."

Upon hearing those words, Count Fabio stood completely stunned. Although he had initially been excited watching the Queen undress, his reaction changed drastically when the naked Queen "opened up," and all his arousal vanished.

"The Queen? Father?"

Inside the skin was clearly his father, missing for so long.

"Yes, my son, I have lived under the guise of the Empress for many years. But now that I am about to die, I have decided to leave this appearance to you. As long as you wear it, you can become the Empress of the Empire."

The old Duke Jonathan was now very frail, and he weakly uttered his final words as he passed on the mantle. Unfortunately, Count Fabio, oblivious to his father's passing, was far more interested in the Empress's disguise, which he donned with enthusiasm.

"Mmm! The Empress's body is amazing! These breasts, these legs... I never thought Her Majesty the Empress would be so much at my mercy. No, now I am the Empress, hahahaha!"

In this way, "Empress Elizabeth" laughed arrogantly, exploring her new body with lewd hands.

"I can even bring out my penis? No wonder rumors spread throughout the Empire that the Empress is a womanizer! Her Majesty's own hand is holding my member... hahahaha, how exquisite!"

But what he did not know then—no, what no one could have imagined at that moment—was that his reign would be brief. For at the upcoming banquet celebration, the "awakening" of she who would be known in the world of Ky'lar as the Reincarnation of the Demon Goddess would begin, bringing forth a new era.