Carnal Immortal

Now that the reality has hit them, the goons don't know what to do.

They are terrified of Amon. Seeing him smash one of their fellow men's heads like a watermelon is enough to scare anyone.

They could only imagine how much strength one would need to do that.

They are all experienced men. People who have been in this field for a while. They know how hard it is to smash someone's skull in, even with a bat. It takes repeated brute force to turn someone's head into a pulp.

Amon did it by just shoving their fellow man's face into the hard edge.

"Looks like you all now understand to whom you all belong," Amon says, looking at the goons.

"You Boss!!!" They all immediately shout in unison.

"Good, now clean this mess and get the hell out of here," Amon orders.

"I will make sure your house is spotless before we leave," the boss chimes in to make sure everything gets cleaned.

Amon looks at the leader and nods. He is about to leave, but stops. "One more thing, that woman down there is mine, making her your mistress. If any of you even fucking dare think of her in a weird way, I am going to skin you alive and throw you in hell," Amon threatens. And he is being very literal about it.

He will throw them in hell, of course. They do not know this, but Amon's words are scary enough for them to take them as an oath.

"We understand, boss. We will treat the mistress as if she's our mother," the leader immediately changes his tune. No longer having any desire for Megan, and even if he does, he is going to bury it so deep inside himself that he won't even think about acting on it.

The same goes for the other goons as well. They are too terrified to even think about Megan in a dirty way.

"Good, now get this over with and leave. I have work tomorrow," Amon says and goes back to fooling around on his computer.

The leader and his eight remaining goons immediately turn from scary-looking gangsters to submissive house workers as they run around cleaning up the bloody mess.

Some of them even make a short trip to the 24-hour store to get some cleaning ethanol to wipe every bit of blood clean.

They then bag the headless corpse in a big bag and carry it out of Amon's apartment.

"We are leaving, boss, have a good night," The leader says as respectfully as possible with a big smile on his face, but it only makes him look creepier.

"Fuck off, don't disturb me," Amon says.

"As you wish, boss," the leader says and leaves.

As the goons carry the body bag downstairs, the door of Megan's house opens and Megan walks out, still wearing very little clothes that show off her big breasts and sexy thighs.

But unlike before, none of them dares to stare at Megan. Instead, they all start looking around everywhere else other than Megan.

"Who are you people?" Megan asks.

"Mistress, we work for the boss. He called us for some work. We are done and about to leave," the leader says. Sounding as respectful as possible.

"Oh, you are darling's men. You all look tired, do you want anything to eat, drink?" Megan asks.

"No need!" The leader immediately yells in panic. He doesn't want to stay here for any second longer.

"We have families waiting for us; they must be getting worried. You have a pleasant night, Mistress," the leader says and hurries his men back to their car, and they drive away.

Megan watches them leave in a hurry, confused. "I wonder what was in that big black plastic bag?" Megan wonders out loud, but then quickly dismisses it and begins to smile.

Seeing men for the first time no longer leer at her, and respectfully call her mistress made her feel happy.

"They were such good men. No wonder Amon hired them to work for him," Megan says, and goes back inside her apartment and closes the door.

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Amon smirks as he watches the goons scurry away in a hurry.

'Idiots,' he thinks before shifting his focus to somewhere else.

Jeff. He has been watching from a distance the whole time.

He saw the goons enter Amon's house, and half an hour later, come out with a body bag. Seeing the body bag excites Jeff.

He then sees the goons encounter Megan. This makes Jeff nervous, realizing that Megan is too beautiful for these filthy animals to resist, but to his surprise, they all act very respectfully towards Megan and leave in a hurry.

'Do gangsters now have more morals than normal people?' Jeff wonders. Seeing them treat Megan with such respect made Jeff believe that these men are just gangsters because of circumstance, deep with in they have a good heart.

Jeff feels happy that he encountered men with such high morals. Seeing them leave, Jeff follows.

He wants to see Amon's dead corpse with his own eyes.

Half an hour later, Jeff follows the gang to a dumping zone. A tall cliff that goes right down to the dense jungle.

Jeff stops a few meters away from the gang and sneaks behind a tree to watch them. He sees the men take out the body bag from one of their cars' hoods.

This time, Jeff notices something that he had ignored before. The body bag. It's too small for someone of Amon's size.

Amon is a big guy; there is no way he would fit inside such a small body bag.

'Wait, did they cut him into pieces?' Jeff wonders and feels a cold sweat run down his forehead. He didn't think men of such high morals would be so brutal when it comes to doing their job.

'I expect nothing less. Clearly very professional.' Jeff thinks and watches them throw the body bag off the cliff before driving away.

Jeff watches them leave before approaching the cliff. He carefully looks down the steep cliff and sees nothing but green. Tree tops completely cover the jungle floor.

"Finally... FINALLYYYYYYY!" Jeff screams out loud. Putting all his lungs into it.

He can't be any happier than he is right now. The beast that had his goddess as his shackles is now dead. Now it's time for him to fix his goddess. Turn her from the filthy succubus that she is to an angelic, divine woman.

Jeff can't contain his excitement as he skips back to his stolen scooter and drives to find a place to sleep tonight.

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Back to Amon__

He bursts out laughing, seeing how happy Jeff looks as he thinks Amon is dead.

"I wonder how he will react when he sees me alive and walking. I can't wait, hahaha," Amon laughs as he destroys a kid over the video game who is losing his shit.

He then spends the rest of the night playing video games and watching the latest War of Thrones episodes.

Amon is starting to see the appeal of TV shows, especially when the story is good and the female characters are hot as fuck.

'I should definitely hit that,' Amon thinks as he looks at the platinum-haired woman on his screen. He can already picture himself pinning her down and pounding her with intensity as she squirms and begs him to fill her up with his cum.

The actress has no idea that her fate is sealed the moment Amon decides that she is going to be another piece of his collection.

When Amon feels like it, he is going to get her.

Time flies when one mindlessly entertains themselves. Even for an Omnipotent being like Amon.

Seeing that it's time for him to head to work, Amon gets up with a smile. Conjures a new set of clothes and walks out.

As he steps down the stairs, the door to Megan's house opens, and Megan walks out, wearing an office suit, a blue vest, a blue pencil skirt, and a white shirt underneath.

But she still looks sexy as hell. No woman can match her when it comes to attractiveness. Whether it is her face or her body, there is no rival.

Megan's face immediately lights up seeing Amon. She runs into his arms with the biggest smile on her face.

"Nothing can ruin my day now that I have seen you~" Megan says. Her voice filled with love and devotion for Amon.

Amon chuckles as he hugs her back. His hand immediately rests on her perfect asscheeks, giving them a nice squeeze and playing with them as Megan moans.

"Annn~ Darling~" She moans and looks up at Amon with the eyes that can only belong to a fanatic.

The way Megan looks at Amon would give a few people the creeps, but this is what happens when an omnipotent being gives his attention to a mortal, and one that is of the intimate kind.

"Look at you, you look so happy," Amon says as he caresses her face gently.

"How can I not. I am the luckiest woman in the world. I am your favorite toy to use. How can any other woman compete with me in this regard?" Megan says. Her words, sounding more fanatic than ever.

"Sounded just like the perfect object," Amon says.

His words make Megan light up.

A normal woman would be furious if she were called an object, but before an omnipotent being, just being an object that gets his attention is indeed the highest of honors.