The Epic of Sango: Finale

“It is time…”

The cocoon slowly began to cave in upon itself, concentrating all of its gathered energy into its inner chambers. Soon enough, an entity inside of the shell began to take form, that of a young woman clad in a garb worthy of her divine presence, a kimono fit for the newborn Goddess. The woman, of course, was Sango, but she emerged into the nothingness with her eyes closed, still basking in the splendor that was her incomparable ascension.

The garb perfectly accentuated each of Sango's flawless curves, its deep, jet black material borne from Sango's inherent evil, beyond space, time, and reality, for the Goddess herself was now infinitely beyond all of these human concepts. No being could comprehend the material’s composition, no mortal could ever conceive its inherent flawlessness; it simply existed alongside the Goddess, so utterly perfect that no one, not even Sango herself, could ever understand it. Of course, should she will it, she would know all there was to know about her kimono, but a Goddess had no need to trifle herself over such trivial things; her divine garbs simply sprang from the Goddess's passive, unshakable supreme will, a true testament to the omnipotent being she had now become.

The kimono hung just below Sango’s shoulders, exposing her perfect skin to any who were to lay eyes upon her, along with providing a generous window into her holy cleavage, and stopped just below her impressive posterior, the outfit held tightly against its massiveness to further accentuate her body’s most impressive feature. Of course, with such a brief length, the kimono left her long, sultry legs completely exposed, assuring the Goddess that it would not interfere with any future foot crushing. In addition, to further bolster her sexuality, the kimono was open ended over Sango’s right leg, teasing all who saw the full view of her succulent thigh with a glimpse of the matching black underwear worn beneath her garb.

The newly-born Goddess was clearly the same woman who she was before, yet at the same time, she was unmistakably different now. The Sango that was human was a beautiful, near flawless woman to be sure, but now she was on a completely different level. The Sango that now stood in the new world was, in a single word, perfect. Everything about her defined physical beauty: long, soft black hair flowed down her back; her skin was smoother than any mortal’s; her curves deeper than any woman who had ever and would ever exist. The same was to be said of her more sensual body parts: her breasts had swelled tremendously, growing beyond any sort of human measurement, and a gracious rear that matched and put her former signature body part to shame, a truly luscious shelf of feminine padding that greatly accentuated her utter divinity. Even minute details such as her hands and feet were perfect; her hands had long, slender fingers and her feet were thin and shapely, with soft plump toes gently pressing against each other. She was simply perfect, existing at an incomparable level of divine beauty where even seeing the slightest fraction of her magnificence was a crime punishable by extinction.

Sango was aware of how perfect she was now, though her eyes still remained shut. Once they would open, the transformation would be complete. This empty void of a reality she was in would vanish, replaced with a new reality: Her reality. Were she still a naive mortal, the Goddess would have relished the moment, perhaps even concerning herself with what sort of a reality to construct. Just thinking about such naive notions amused the Goddess; concerning herself with anything was a mortal thing, far below someone of her stature. Sango’s eyes finally opened, revealing two dark crimson pupils that glanced at the new world created at that very instant.

It was a reality that had both just been created and always existed. To all the countless beings in the universe, it had been as it was for millions of years. To their Goddess, it had barely been a moment, yet it had also been even longer. Time meant nothing to Sango now; all that mattered now was her own pleasure. That was the duty of the new reality: to please its Goddess.

Sango raised a toe; in this particular realm, it was large enough to wipe out the entire universe. The deity sensed every lifeform in existence, all 12,457,980,003,337 of them. If she took the millisecond to care, she could consider all of their different lives that had been scripted for this fateful moment. Though of course, such concerns were beneath her: her toe smashed down into the universe, obliterating it much to the Goddess’ joy.

Not less than an attosecond after the toe had destroyed everything was it all recreated. This time, the reality was one where she was considerably smaller, with Earth the size of one of her toes. In all of its recorded history, it had only known the worship of its Goddess. In fact, the priest was one she was well acquainted with in her mortal life; his name was not important enough to matter, but Sango knew she would enjoy ending his life especially. The planet was quickly crushed between her fingers, and as soon as the joy from its destruction left the Goddess, another Earth was created to fill the gap. This new planet met its end between Sango’s teeth. The next one was lucky enough to be smashed between her divine breasts. The one after that was an especially small Earth that was destroyed by the force of a single bead of sweat on Sango’s foot falling onto the sphere below it, the bead only existing to destroy the planet in the first place.

With each and every moment that passed, reality constantly rewrote itself, passively shaping itself to suit the Goddess’s absolute will. Sometimes Sango would be a Goddess barely bigger than a person, surrounded by every living being as they gazed upon her beauty and perished from shock. Sometimes she would be a giant the size of a building, slowly destroying the world one city at a time. Sometimes she would be big enough to crush entire countries underfoot, and other times, the entire planet underfoot. Most often, she would be larger than the universe. There was only one constant throughout the constantly shifting reality, and that was that every living person swiftly met their end so that their Goddess could relive that moment of pleasure.

Each reality had its own lengthy history. Sometimes it would be a history devoted solely to worshipping and praising Sango; other times they would curse her name, making their inevitable death beneath her all the sweeter. Every once in a while, a world where she wasn’t even present would appear. Even on very rare occasions, the world she knew as a mortal would be there so she could relive that glorious moment of ending those bugs whose names escaped her again and again.

This was the new law of reality: Everything bent and rewrote itself with the single intention of making Sango happy. As such, the world constantly met its end beneath her. In the one instant since her eyes had opened, everything had already been destroyed and rebuilt countless times over, all without so much as a thought on her part.

At this very millisecond, Sango stood atop Earth, her current size just small enough so that her feet could still reside on the planet. In another millisecond, the world would be crushed, but while it still existed, the remaining lives all sat there before her feet. Each and every person was knelt down before their goddess, clothed in sacred garbs and licking her toes fervently, thanking her for ending their lives and praising Sango her for blessing them with the chance to lick her feet. At the forefront were all the people her naive mortal self deemed friends.

The Goddess smirked, raising a perfect foot over all of them. They all looked up expectantly, disappointed that their time was up but eager for what came next. Sango looked at them from between her toes. “Goodbye, mortals...” Her foot swiftly came down upon the planet.

The next reality had already sprung up, continuing the neverending eternity that was Goddess Sango’s existence. This was how things would be: a neverending of cycle of death and rebirth forever and ever, exactly as per Sango’s will, all to forever give her the satisfaction of pleasure and power she so rightly desired. Such a cycle was the defining casualness of the new reality the Goddess had shaped for herself, her constant indulgences of pleasure and destruction now easier than breathing. Never again would Sango be bored, never again would her feet lack toys to play with to her heart’s content, and never again would her every desire be denied without ever needing to lift a finger to accomplish it.

Of course, Sango herself never even took the time to consider the ramifications of her new perfect existence; to her, such wanton destruction was second nature, no different from an animal breathing or needing to eat. All things simply were as they were molded into, because that was what the Goddess desired. Every minute thing Sango could ever even consider needing would be granted without even taking a microsecond to think about it. Any and all wishes that could bring her even the most basic of pleasures were granted at will. It was simply how things were, how things had always been, and how they always would be.

After all, she was The Goddess.