In some lofty palace far above the firmament, There were three goddesses, Feros, Weya, Linsra, the goddesses of Fertility, Wealth, and Love, respectively. Most of their existence outside of time, they enjoyed the bountiful offerings, prayers, and supplications of their worshippers, making the three wonderfully strong, and... abundant. See, the way they receive the reverence of humans shows in the way of food. The more fertility, wealth, and love is wished for or worshipped in the human world, the more the goddesses grow. Literally. Now, the three plump women were lounging and having cherubs bring them offerings when the small winged creatures suddenly vanished. The three women sat up as to see what was the matter, only for the door to their chambers open, and three powerful demons walk in.
These three demons were some of the oldest, most powerful archdemons in all of existence: Lust, Gluttony, and Greed. Each one commanding five legions of demons, their legates being facets of sins under their sway. Though they didn't bring their armies here, they were smarter than that. They slinked across the glossy floor silently and stood across from the table the goddesses were lounging at.
"What is the meaning of this? Why have you come here?" Weya asked, sitting up right in her seat, the wealthy goddess' massive legs clapped together.
"Three archdemons in the Palace of the Firmament? This hasn't happened since before the Great Spilt. They must have some important message." Linsra, the lovely goddess, mused. Her arms rested on her overly ample bosom as she held her chin in thought.
"Archdemons don't send messengers, they want something..." Feros said, the fertile goddess cradled her round stomach as if to calm it as she leveled her eyes at the inky forms.
"We come," said the first, a blue-black inky form, very tall with long arms and hands, "To test your chosen ones."
"We come," said the next, a black that glistened like oil in the sun, "To test the True Purity of your devout."
"We come," said the last, a glossy black slick that was all smooth edges, "To blight three of the Names of Her with oil."
The three goddesses looked at each other, Feros spoke up, "What do you want with us."
"A Gamble."
"A Bet."
"A Wager."
The inky shadows smiled
"Choose one person, or couple."
"That you think is beyond our touch."
"And if they survive us, without cursing your name."
"You win." the inky forms finished in unison. The three goddesses looked at each other. To take on an archdemon's wager was suicide, but to refuse a challenge in your own home... that was unacceptable.
"What would we win?" Weya asked
"For each week they resist us."
"We will pull our hand from others."
"And make no temptations of yours."
The shadows did not smile at this. This was a huge wager. It also meant that these demons would throw everything they could at whomever they chose. The goddesses thought for a moment beyond time, then each answered that they had chosen someone.
Feros had chosen Laura, a faithful wife, and soon to be receiving one of her most potent blessings to date. Lust smiled, knowing how much baby fever could ravage her relationship.
Weya had chosen Anika, whose wealth was very bountiful. Not material wealth, but bodily. Large curves and knowing how to use them. Greed smiled, knowing that chasing the sun will leave you burnt
Linsra had chosen Maja, a lover of all things cooked and baked, a large woman who kept good control of herself to enjoy the things she loves. Gluttony smiled, knowing that one treat too many would be a irreversible downward spiral.
Which story shall we follow first?
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