<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Throneofirelia.png)</div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/012/095/268/large/wl-op-5s.jpg?1533016199)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Y</span></span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">ou wake up in a cramped room; this was no grand summoning for a hero, nor some epic ritual meant to call forth a greater being. Far from the Throne Room or the Grand Celestial Hall, the tiny room had naught but a small sofa, an ornate but unassuming dresser, and a large oval mirror. Resting on the sofa before you is a dainty girl with pointed ears and ash grey hair. The shining pendant perched just before the dip of her cleavage glowed with a powerful, crackling blue energy before fizzling out like the dying embers of a flame. The same blue energy sizzled the air in the stifling room, leaving glowing blue particles in its wake that drifted to the ground like petals.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Chapter 01: An Encounter with Irelia</span></span> </span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Irelia looked down at the summoned creature before her, crinkling her nose slightly with disgust. The air smelt of singed magic and torn reality, the very fabric of realms ripped and warped to bring it here.<br/><br/>"A <em>beast</em>," she remarked, her voice dripping with revolt. "I suppose it could be worse."<br/><br/><em>An arrogant little cunt, isn't she..?</em> A voice seemed to whisper into your mind.<br/><br/>Irelia's piercing gaze fell upon Balthus, appraising his muscled body and hardened form. For a Goddess of her caliber, summoning a minor creature such as this should have been a simple task, but the call had left her more drained than usual. Her chest heaved slightly from exertion, as though she had climbed the grand Celestial Stairs herself. <br/><br/><em>All talk and no power.</em> A friendly, yet persuasive voice.<br/><br/>"This is Sanctuary, <em>beast</em>, the realm of the Goddesses. Here is where all planes, even the minor ones like yours, converge and diverge." <br/><br/><em>She dares to be the ruler of Sanctuary..</em> The voice of a man? Or something else entirely?<br/><br/>One of the goddess' silken hands went to the ornate necklace around her neck, tugging at it gently as she looked upon the creature. Her eyes wandered over him like a butcher might stare at a piece of meat, or a fisherman his catch. <br/><br/><em>But she would serve better as a sleeve to be wrapped around your mighty cock.</em> <br/><br/>"I suppose you will be useful for carrying things," she commented, pointing at one of the wardrobes nearby. "Why don't you try picking that up?" <br/><br/><em>Are you going to obey, Orc? The choice is yours..</em></span>