Freezing time again, Jen said, "Okay, whoever you are, come out right now or I'll give you to Amanda."
A figure, bent double at the waist with two gossamer wings and breasts scraping the ground, faded into view in front of her. A round face with doe eyes full of fear looked up at her.
"Well? Why all the skulking around?"
"Well, Goddess, ma'am, you were just having fun and I didn't want to interrupt you..."
"A simple telepathic message, just to let me know that you wanted a minute of my time; was that too much?"
"Some of the other Gods, ma'am, they would've turned me into a worm for that."
"A worm? Maybe I should do that instead."
The winged creature cringed.
"No, no, I know just what to do with you." Jen laughed as she let loose her power on the helpless being before her.
The other found herself straightening, her breasts shrinking to match Jen's, her wings changing to be made of white feathers, and splitting until she had six, stretching over ten times her height from tip to tip. The corridor had widened to accommodate her sudden glory. Fire fringed around her, and a sword appeared on her hip--immediately she drew it and flames raced from the hilt to the tip. Her face gained some age and began to glow, along with her white-blonde hair, until she looked like what she was.
"Amia, Amia... did you think I'd really do that to someone who has served all the Gods since creation so faithfully? You are rightfully the greatest of the seraphs."
An easy flutter of her wings lifted the angel over the frozen humans between herself and the Goddess and she wrapped the other in an embrace, enfolding them in her new wings.
"Thank you, Goddess, ma'am. It has been long since I have been as I was originally made."
"Yes, I know. And I can see what my predecessor did to you--his last act before handing his power over to me and splitting the realities. You know everything he did to you, everything that happened under his reign, in fact, don't you?"
"Yes, and I assume you know it, too, Goddess, ma'am."
"Of course. I don't intend to use you as he eventually did--oh, don't get me wrong, you're eminently fuckable and you can be sure you'll get well acquainted with me that way--but I don't intend to just leave you in a form like he did for any length of time."
"Thank you, Goddess, ma'am."
"And that's got to stop. Call me Jen."
"Yes, Jen, Goddess, ma'am."
"No, just Jen."
"Just Jen, Goddess, ma'am?"
Jen sighed and tweaked Amia's mind.
"What was that, Jen,--" Amia tried to speak again, but found herself unable to continue.
"Just Jen, I said. I'm not going to stand on formality and besides, it'll be really weird for you to keep calling me 'Goddess, ma'am' when we're walking about, won't it?"
"But I've got so much else to do, I mean, you seem to just want to have fun and, well, someone's got to do all the dirty work. I mean, I can do all that and be at your side so that they'll never notice I'm gone, but to us it'll seem a very disjointed conversation."
"And was it like that with all the former Gods?" A quick search of her memories answered Jen's question for her. "At least some of them realized that it was a good idea to stop time while they screwed your brains out. I mean, there was that one time when the world was deathless for a week because he just held you there? What sort of God was he?"
"Can I be candid?"
"Always."
"Not a very good one. Gods choose their successors, of course, but for all that they're all-knowing they don't always choose all that well and I'm often left cleaning up their messes--when they let me, anyway."
"Well, now I'm going to give you a new power. You can be in as many places as you want. I figure that should make things run smoother, I mean, I guess I could take some of those lazy ones and force them into it but I can tell that you genuinely enjoy what you do."
"Yes, I do."
"And no, I don't mind that you take a few liberties on the side. I'm fine with everyone having one good bout of sex before they're judged."
"Speaking of that--"
"Yes, yes, I know. Other gods either ignored the responsibility completely or got buried in the work. Already got that one figured out." Jen slipped herself through Amia's wings, leaving them wrapped around the angel, and made a gesture. An archway appeared, opening into a room that looked like a cross between an old-fashioned cozy lounge and a highly advanced media room. Another gesture duplicated herself and Amia, the latter without her wings.
"A little pocket dimension I just created. We can sit in there and judge the dead, decide their fate--even reevaluate cases if need be--and answer prayers and all that. Time runs differently here and there, we can sit in there and observe this place moment by moment. Or we can just put our observation on pause and have some good sex." Jen grinned.
"I think I'll like working for you, Jen," said Amia as their doubles stepped through the archway, which promptly vanished. "If you do make mistakes, I think they will at least be different than those of your predecessors. It got tiresome watching God after God make the same errors. Now, there are a few matters regarding your first actions--" Amia was pulling a clipboard out of nowhere as Jen interrupted her.
"Yes, yes, and I really do want twelve there. That answer those questions? And that clipboard has got to go." Suddenly what appeared to be a modern smartphone replaced it. "Quantum computer. And not just the analogue to ENIAC or something, that's what they'd be like if they were developed for billions of years. Only things that beat that for raw power are you, and of course me."
"Thank you, Jen. I think that concludes that, then. If you need me, just summon me." Amia tried to leave, but found herself unable.
"No, no. You're my personal assistant, and now that you can do everything else at once, I want you with me at all times. Of course, that does mean you can't look like this..."
Amia found herself changing yet again. Her wings vanished and she knew she was no longer glowing. She felt her body shifting, becoming level with Jen on height and with only a slightly larger bustline, though the Goddess--she was relieved she could still think the word, even if Jen had forbidden it from her tongue--had a slightly larger ass to balance matters. Casual clothing wrapped around her, similar to that which Jen created for herself. Her hair, she noted, remained her preferred white-blonde, and she knew that she looked maybe a few years older than her Goddess.
"There," said Jen. "Now you look like maybe an older sister, or just a good friend. Nobody has to know that we're actually the two most powerful beings in this universe."
Amia touched the hilt at her left hip. "Then why this?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. We're the only ones who know it's there, so no, you can't bring it up between someone's legs if they piss you off. I just didn't want you to feel as if I'd stripped you, in this body, of everything outwardly evident that makes you, well, you."
"But if nobody else can see it..."
"Oh, they can't see it, but we both know that a seraph's sword's least function is as a sword. It's a symbol of your power and your majesty, and so just as they react with some awe, though I desire it to be small, to my presence because of my infinite power, they react with only slightly lesser awe to you, from both your own power, necessarily finite though it is, and because they can sense the main symbol of it on your person."
"And if I draw it?" she asked, her hand going toward the hilt once more.
"Don't use your hands, you'll look silly. They still can't see it. Just use your mind," and Amia drew her sword telekinetically. Flames raced along it, and she swept it horizontally, letting a massive blast of flame sear down the corridor in all directions. Where it passed, nothing but char remained for a second until Jen sent her power straight behind the wave, repairing the damage. The holy fire, unquenched, raced into space, destroying all in its path, and the infinitely greater power of creation, unabated, raced after, restoring what the fire obliterated, recreating the entire universe just as it had been.
"Thank you, Jen. It has been long since I have unleashed my power to such an extent."
Jen shrugged. "Think nothing of it. I hope you don't mind that I'm not letting any of it stick."
"Had there been any doubt in my mind that you would have let it--any of it--stick, I would not have indulged myself in that way."
"Well," said Jen, teasing a little, "I had thought about leaving one particularly annoying bitch gone in its wake, but then I remembered that I'd have to get rid of a dimension I'd just created, too, and why would I cause that effort to be wasted?"
Amia looked shocked for a moment, then laughed with Jen. "Yeah, I guess that might've been a bit much?"
"A bit. I mean, punish the wicked, hallow the righteous and so on, but that was a bit indiscriminate. Anyway, I can't blame you when you've been serving Gods who were too lazy to fix things or just wanted to fuck your brains out or whatever. Just don't do it again, okay?"
"Sure."
"Now," said Jen, "shall we have some fun with some humans, or do you want me to introduce you to Amanda?"
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