Boredom
A certain Crimson Monster discussing her boredom with her giant, anti-Paladin.
Who knew domination could be so boring. It had only been a fraction of her lifespan that had passed when she had finally captured her very own solar system. At first, it was a lot of fun. People would get on their hands and knees when she walked into town, offer their own tributes, and even call her a goddess. It was what she instructed them to do, and they all dutifully followed. She even made more friends, all from different universes that collided with hers. Yet, here she was, on the large couch she had become all too comfortable with watching some reality show with her first disciple.
“What do you think of today’s climate, Zahamut?” The woman asked, reclined against the much larger man as the “cooking” showdown continued.
“I’m, uhh, not sure what you mean?” The mountain of a man replied. The expression on his face reflecting the confused question.
“We’ve won, nobody out there can say otherwise now. This entire solar system belongs to us and our friends. But because of that, things don’t seem as much fun, do they?”
The man hadn’t thought of that, were things less fun now that they really won? How could it get boring with all the space travel, the aliens, the magic… it was a little weird to him. Prior to the universes combining they had several people to call their enemies. A large group of heroes that stood in their way and were a thorn in the side of his goddess. Maybe that’s why she was so bored, no other heroes seemed to be as challenging as they were.
“Is it because the people we were fighting don’t fight us no more?” Zahamut scratched as his head with his large hand.
“Partly, yes, Zahamut.” His goddess sunk into her couch, more so than any normal human being as her body was made mostly of a viscous fluid, “The other thing is that people here are just so predictable. They don’t surprise me anymore, it’s why I even, ergh, like the group that had defeated me.”
“Huh.” Zahamut’s voice trailed off as he ponders about the thought.
They really have missed out on people pulling out surprises, talking lucha masks, little wind up toys, rats that could cast powerful forms of magic, there really was a lot missing now. Sure, there were spaceships that could travel them from place to place. There were aliens that have mixed together with their population and created a new sort of system yet… there wasn’t as big of a resistance. It’s almost like they have given up.
“What do you think we should do about that, my friend?” The goddess asked again, “What could we do to make my rule much more entertaining?”
Again, the giant man was forced to think about the situation that he and his goddess found themselves in. He was thinking a lot lately, it made his head hurt more than usual as his goddess rested her head on his shoulder. Parts of it already melding and sticking to his rugged physique, other parts of her dripping to the floor.
“Well, we got those gladiators that fight for freedom. If we let them leave, we can just wait for them to come get revenge. I think a lot of them will want to get revenge on us, my goddess.” Zahamut finally came up with a solution, though he wasn’t sure if it was right.
“Please, Zahamut, call me Paulette. You’re my friend after all.” The being known as Paulette sunk further into his body, almost flat against it, “But you do make a good point.”
It took a few moments but she slid down his frame, pooling onto the couch as she reformed herself in her seated position. Her once liquid body, now forming back into a jellified solid as she adjusted herself. With a wide smile, humming to herself, she pulled out a communicator. It was small, circular, and with the press of a button, a cat-like creature’s hologram projected itself.
“Ah, my lady! You need something from Hum-of-Birds, yes?” The eccentric feline almost purred out, extremely happy to get word from his boss.
“Yes, before you head back to the palace, can you send a message for me?” Paulette said with honeyed words.
“Anything for you, my lady.”
“Go to Coyopa for me, and tell the Grandmaster to not stop the winners of the freedom matches from leaving. To let them leave, that their Crimson Empress demands it.” The latter part of that statement carried a sinister undertone. She wanted it to emphasized.
“Hum-of-Birds will do as his Empress commands! You will not be disappointed in them!” The hologram faded with the last words.
“Oh Zahamut… you really are smart underneath that thick head of yours. It’s no wonder that I consider you one of my best friends!” Paulette playfully knocked on Zahamut’s head as she turned to him, having crawled back up during her conversation, “Now if only Juliet would see things the same way you do.”
Paulette once again flattened herself against Zahamut, her body clinging to him as she lets a sad sigh. His response is a simple pat on the back.
“I think I’ll, umm, think of something.” Zahamut flashed a dopey smile when he comforts his goddess.
“Ah, you always do my friend… you always do.”
Paulette continued to rest up against her friend as he comforted her. There was something to be said about this man who kept with her through and through. She had lost him once, but now that she’s won and holds her own empire… she will never lose this friend ever again.