New Light In A New World

 

Artwork - j@ck

A soft, yet powerful humming in the ears awoke a pale sick man to a sheet of blinding light. His body, basking in warmth, felt light as air and within the embrace of warmth similar to the sun on a  hot summer day. It was a white light that felt at once familiar and yet forgotten. Maternal was the best the man could describe it, as if he had been spawned from it long ago.

Sapped of strength and slowly regaining it the man slowly took bearings of his surroundings. Nothing of note came into focus—it was all pure light. Yet as his eyes began to regain focus he noted some subtle texture to the surreal, endless landscape that kept it from looking like a flat plane. Swimming among the ocean of radiant white were artifacts that looked much like the little clumps of black that often float around the surface of eyeballs from time to time, just blown up in size. They traveled around the space with no specific path, sentient they seemingly were not. Many were as large as his own body, but after enough time staring they quickly became less noticeable. Though one artifact hadn’t disappeared, and this one moved towards him with purpose. This wasn’t some aimless, spectral amoeba, but a person—their blurred silhouette breaking free from the veil of light revealing an indescribably attractive woman with unnatural golden hair, deep slopes and plump curves that defied the norm.

“Tristan…” The woman said, her voice reverberating as if off the walls of a vast cathedral.

Right, his name was Tristan. Name returned to him, he tried thinking back to the last moment he had memory of, but all that came back were the obvious details. He was a medical school student, but one who had gotten into the game late at the age of 38. He had an ex-wife, they never talked anymore, separated since he was always more focused on others than enough on her. He’d always been fixated on helping others over family, over himself, as far back as he could remember. What was he doing just a moment ago… this place…

“Tristan… Do not worry. You are free now…”

Free? The woman spoke in a slow, deliberate manner and her voice carried a harmonious, mature charm that soothed Tristan to the very bone. It was if there was a purity radiating from her that was tethering to him. He’d never felt anything he could describe as true nirvana, but this may have finally been it. He was not within his world anymore, that much was obvious. These sensations were not possible, the woman’s beauty impossible, this place impossible. And judging by the garments the woman was wearing, a white dress, cowl, and leggings that seemed to seep into the white void around her, she fit a very familiar image.

“Are you… an Angel?” Tristan asked.

“No, far from it. I am… Well, think of a Goddess. I create. I destroy.” The mysterious being explained, clearly not thinking of herself as anything within the scope of human labels.

Was he dead? Tristan stared down at his body. Corporeal he was not for his cream skin was as visible as ever—but who knew what the afterlife could bring. His was dressed in a loose, white tunic running down to his hips that like everything else bled into the glow surrounding him. The tunic was all there was too, no underwear, pants, or his usual wrist watch to speak of. He wouldn’t have noticed it without looking down but he was barefoot as well, the surface beneath his feet giving no tactile response despite both of them resting in a flat-footed stance.

“Tristan… You have passed on.”

The news surprisingly didn’t hit him as hard as he might imagine, the serenity of this space feeling as if it could quell all worry.

The goddess continued, “You have done a great deed. A truly selfless act. Giving one’s life for another is something that does not go unrewarded from my kind.”

It was then his final moments came back to him. A situation pulled straight from a comic. He had shoved a small child out of the way of a speeding truck, taking the fatal hit himself. It seemed well within the trend his life had been headed in. The last few years of his life had been an utter slog, a low point in which Tristan had no means to make the wider impact he quickly hoped to. He’d always made quick, snap decisions often to his own detriment. As happy as he was that he went out in such a self-sacrificing fashion, it also felt like a kick to the gut. He thought there would be more to his story, more that he would do for the world.

“So wait, there is a reward?” Tristan asked.

“Indeed…” The woman replied, her smile curling even more. “We reward those who are pure of heart and intentions. You have proven yourself and so you will be reincarnated.”

“Reincarnated? Huh, that is… Wait you said we? There are more of you?”

“That is not of importance.”

Tristan figured it best he stop asking questions despite the excitement over what was being laid out to him, as it might not be his place. He knew nothing of the scope of his situation and didn’t want to squander any good will.

“So… Is it like—”

“A wish.” The goddess kindly put. “You are allowed one wish. Before I ferry you away to a new world of your choosing.”

Tristan knew she had more to say so stayed silent. However the prospect of a wish had his mind racing.

“You see… there are many worlds and realms. All of them exist in some level of peril or stability. We are the watchful eyes. Though we cannot see all at once. This in mind. Some worlds decay. Others prosper. The choice of where you go is up to you.”

This was a lot to take in. Tristan remained silent, doing all the deliberation within his head. He was single minded in his goals to help the downtrodden and helpless in a vast manner. So the idea was fast percolating to be sent to one of the worlds suffering the most. It seemed like such a specific point for the goddess to bring up about not being able to see all, judging by how she likely knew everything about his own character. She surely knew he’d make such a choice and that he was playing into her hands in some way. Tristan sensed no hostility to this situation however, so stuck to his guns and continued to deliberate the most important decision, the wish.

The goddess woman stared fondly towards Tristan, seeing the wheels spinning in his head. She knew his wish would be something to revere. It wasn’t long before his posture gave a slight jolt, signifying to her that he was done.

“So… you’ve decided?” she asked.

“I have.” he answered. “I want you to send me to a world in need. Someplace you all have neglected.”

“Well now.” The goddess softly muttered, a subtle flicker of surprise to how he challenged her competency. Her radiant, collected smile never faltered however.

“I cannot be reborn without the tools I need though,” Tristan declared. “That is why for my wish. I wish for the powers to create and destroy like yourself!”

He stated his wish passionately, his voice breaking the serene calm of the space, making it sound almost defiant. The goddess’ eyes widened ever so slightly. This human would prove useful. She gazed in peace at the barren sky above her before responding.

“Such a fine creation you were. Very well. One as rare as yourself deserves a chance.”

Outstretching her hand towards the sky she beckoned an object down from the heavens of the empty space. It was a tall blue staff with a pointed tip at its bottom jutting out from gold, decorative rims wrapping it. The top of the staff had a decorative, gold sculpt in the shape of an hourglass gourd. Emerging from both sides of this head of the staff were curving gold and blue arms that formed something similar to that of a fancy cross-guard of a sword. And most unique was the blue orb with a gentle sheen levitating in a fixed position above the staff’s flat head.

“A chance?” Tristan said. He watched the majestic staff settle suspended in the air before him, a soft glow starting to emanate form the orb.

“Yes… the power you desire can be given. However… you must progress past your humanity in order to wield it.”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Then grab hold of the staff.”

Reluctant at first attempt, Tristan sucked in his gut and steeled himself. He then grabbed hold of the staff with one hand and was immediately subdued by an overwhelming force. A powerful, sweeping gust of energy nearly knocked him off his feet, so he grabbed hold of the staff with his other hand as well to keep steady. A numbing warmth shook him to the very core and obscene amounts of vigor poured into him. He tried with all his might to keep his composure, gritting his teeth to hold back a scream. The determination was there but he quickly knew he was losing the fight.

“How much can you take… human?” The Goddess questioned, curiosity creeping in her tone.

Tristan was at his limit, but his will would not break. If he was going to be finished off it would be fighting. The unearthly forces bombarding him though didn’t let up—they were only growing stronger! Pain, pleasure, it was all coalescing into a completely new sensation bent on blinding him. His muscles squirmed and tensed up with power, his dick hardened and erupted, his bones rattled and quaked. It was a decadence one could get drunk off, but Tristan kept his ideals at the forefront despite all the sensations battling to claim his mind. He would not give—

“AAAHHH!!”

He finally broke, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth sent agape with a lengthy howl. Both of his hands were thrown from the staff and his limbs were flattened out while his body began to levitate under the power of the staff. Divine light and tendrils of bright white flashed at and connected with him as he rose five feet into the air.

“My… The powers that be. They’ve taken interest in you.” the Goddess said, almost sounding impressed.

Suddenly another shattering ripple of energy shook the white void, only this time it resonated from Tristan himself. The same blinding light that was tethering to him was emitting like beams from his eyes and mouth. A great power had rooted itself within him and was starting to bloom. He could feel it meant no harm, but he felt so small within its embrace. He was not deterred however, for he could sense it wanted him.

The power… The One, was speaking to him through no words or earthly means. It was a mental bond that communicated all through pure emotion. All his fears, worries, and vexations were being washed away as The One insured he no longer needed it. His capacity for thought amplified the more it shared its knowledge with him. Drowning in power, kindness and benevolence, all his humanity was distilled into a greater, divine purpose as he submitted fully to his new existence.

“He did it.” The Goddess softly chuckled.

She felt a twinge of arousal as she awaited the birth of a new celestial being, and from a human no less. Tristan’s human form was already unnaturally twisting and convulsing. The One had a specific image bound to its will, and no god could be without it. Knowing human bodies as she did, this would make for an intense and pleasurable transition for dear Tristan.

As if on cue, Tristan’s body erupted with pleasure, his screams echoing with a heightened sensuality, his dick profusely firing out thick ropes of cum at an alarming rate. The transformation his body was undergoing seemed too extreme to be enticing though. His limbs and spine snapped and broke, reforming themselves quickly and creating thinner, more refined slopes and gentler curves. His sides caved in violently soon after, all the muscle and thickness of his core dissipating and flattening into a soft, yet tightened tummy, leaving his new androgynous frame quaking in excitement for what it could feel was coming next.

Womanhood was blossoming within Tristan. It only made sense, as the female form was typically tied to a calming, guiding force. Perfect for one who would bring comfort and salvation to the world.

Following this train of thought, Tristan’s cock bloated for one final release. He wailed in joyful agony as every last drop of masculinity shot from his cock like a hose. The constant stream lasted for nearly a minute, his cum disappearing into the white nothingness of the space beneath him. In its wake, his balls and sack shrunk and flattened and his dick soon followed, shriveling into a limp worm of a thing stoppered between his trembling thighs.

Tristan felt liberated by such a release. He needed to be looked at as nothing but a saving, welcoming grace upon people’s lives, someone who knew best and had just intentions at heart. She would be a mother to her world.

Responding to her wishes The One molded her sturdy fingers into finer digits, the process feeling like gentle hands padding and pressing at her own. Her palms became cushioned and soft like velvet, a pillow to comfort the cheek of one in turmoil. The same sensation consumed her feet as well, ankles and toes crunching down. The arches of her feet began to rise higher as well, much like her elevating sense of purpose. The now defined arches were a personification of the strength and support she would wield, lightness and openness within the density of despair.

With her changing body came a search within herself for a new name, Tristana the first to come to mind. It didn’t satisfy her, but it was all she could conjure in the moment. She did not fret though, as she knew the more she was perfected, the right name would come to her. Once fully stripped of her masculinity, her humanity, then her name would fall too.

Masculinity was first on the list. Tristana cried to her heavens as she felt a strange pulling sensation at her waist while simultaneously experiencing her hips slowly push outwards. The bones creaked and popped as her pelvis stretched into a magnificently wide landscape. A harsh snap sent her reeling even further as an hourglass shape took form. The harsh change sent the octave of her voice rising louder during to more of an androgynous howl—her voice taking on a spectral quality, feeling detached from her own mouth and emanating larger than life. A godly voice.

She wanted to be rid of it, leave it all behind! Let The One inside. Let The One consume her humanity!

The head of the staff suddenly radiated with even more brilliance, as did the light streaming from Tristena’s eyes and mouth. The One was quickly wiping her clean, purifying her soul for its ascension. Her body followed the guiding touch, a hot, clenching cavern having built itself up inside her, with the channel smashing at the flattened head of her cock. The slit on the mushroom head began to lengthen and peel open more, the bordering skin becoming moist lips. At the same time her balls jostled around inside her, claiming the excess space of her wide hips. They nestled into place, forming into a pair of ovaries that started pumping Tristena full of arcane estrogen.

With a satisfying squelch her pussy finished forming, salivating onto her clenched thighs which were starting to bloat with extra fat. Her chest too was putting on healthy pounds, her unnecessary pectorals softening and slowly expanding into a pillowy, motherly bosom. The more woman she became the more clarity came to her. Humanly distractions, desires, she could no longer be entrapped by them. She had risen above, ingrained with a specific purpose that all she did would be put towards. Just like any of her fellow beings, her will would be absolute. However, she knew she was destined to bring something new to the table and she was grateful to The One allowing her that kindness.

With new purpose her voice then finally broke, the soft tones of an angel commanding the void she moaned within. With its release came the scrunching down of her face. Her expression was stuck in an endless moan as her skull compacted into a smaller shape, cheek bones raised and chin sharpened. All the signs for beauty that Pristena pictured emerged. Her lips plumpened, the bridge of her nose shrunk, her eyes became sharp and graceful in their hooded fixation, and her head of hair turned an emerald green. The skin was then pulled taut on her face for a gorgeous complexion. It was velvet soft, and not just only there, but all over her body, any trace of body hair being magically plucked from her frame. Shavings from her leftover beard as a human man fell from her chin and burned away in the intensity of the energy she was exuding.

It was impossible not to relish in it, but even Palistena had to admit the pleasure had become excruciating. However the more her chest jiggled to life, the more her ass cheeks bucked, firmed, and grew, and the more her calves raised and thighs thickened, her pleasure became more singularly focused. She no longer felt pleasure simply from the process of what was happening to her. The pleasure now came primarily from how much she held herself in high regard. She cooed over how absolute she was. She moaned over how powerful and right she was. Her world, her will, all of it made her want to howl in delight. Haughty, but she was right to feel so as far as she was concerned. This is what she deserved, what she had earned. It was enough to make her—

“Hoh! Oohh! Ooooohhh!!”

Palutena came furiously, her true name now cemented within her mind. Clear, vaginal jets of cum squirted again and again from her ridiculously tight snatch. During her orgasm of rebirth the final shifts to her body quickened. Both her tits kicked about violently as they rapidly expanded within her white tunic, sagging as large, beautiful teardrops of flesh as they came to rest. Then her ass and thighs gave a few final clenches before erupting in size once more, now dominating the shape of her lower body—her slim, compact waist creating an even more jarring contrast. All the while the light from her eyes and mouth faded and instead transferred to her hair and outfit. The glow seemed to create the shapes and silhouettes of a new outfit and ornaments upon her body as well as cascade down from her hair into a  lengthy, wispy style.

The energy pulsating out from the staff then suddenly ceased and Palutena’s face gradually came down from its high to a more composed look sporting a curious playful smile, her feet gracefully falling to the invisible ground once more with a light tap. She grabbed hold of her staff and clacked it. Once she did, the glowing veils across her body shattered, revealing the new goddess in all her glory—inhumanly beautiful and with long green hair that reached down to her lower legs.

Her now regal looking outfit conveyed her otherworldly elegance perfectly, fitting her new self-imposed title as the Goddess of Light. The outfit consisted of a layered, shoulderless white dress fit to the chest with a large slit starting at an upper thigh, with numerous gold accessories in the form of an elaborate necklace, laurel crown, fibula, arm bands, arm brace with bangles, armored sleeve with a wing design near the shoulder, and ornaments of various symbols and objects secured by belts. The intricacy of the outfit was staggering; a red jewel rested in the center of the laurel crown, vine-like patterns adorned the hem of her dress, and gladiatorial, brown-colored footwear ran up to just below her knees with a lacy white legging worn underneath the left one that ran up to mid thigh.

“Do you understand now?” The woman who had changed Palutena asked.

“I do.” Palutena replied, her calm, serene expression nearly mirroring her fellow blessed being. “Life is meaningful because it is made of both suffering and joy. Take one out of the equation and life it is no longer.”

The other woman’s smile curled more as she knew there would be more to Palutena’s words. She could see it in her eyes, a dream for her new world sparking within them.

“But the scales have been tipped too far within this world that is mine.” Palutena continued, her posture becoming more focused. She raised her staff and conjured circular portal which provided a window into the bleak world she had been gifted.

She cocked her head and gave a playful smile before saying, “I think it is due for some… divine intervention.” She then stepped through the passage and was swept away to her new realm.

The heavenly, unnamed woman was left yet again alone in her own realm, curious of the results. She would dare not think of her new sister as human anymore, but she did ponder how one born from a human soul might provide a unique touch to her people’s way of worldly governance. Perhaps it was time for a new type of light to shine upon the realms.