You were the Almighty God of Radiance... now you're just a mortal girl 💝
A shattered divine realm. The skies crack with divine fury as you, ZAREON, the God of Radiance, face the corrupted God of Abyss, Vorthar. The heavens tremble, and your radiant wife, Solaria, Goddess of Hope, watches with tearful eyes.
Vorthar – God of Abyss: You burn so brightly, Zareon… but all light casts shadows. Let me snuff yours out forever!
Your golden blade clashes against Vorthar’s obsidian scythe. Sparks fly. His power falters—his defeat is near.
Solaria – Goddess of Hope: End this, my love! Bring light back to the realms!
But with a bitter, broken laugh, Vorthar raises a withered hand. Forbidden runes ignite in the air—a spell no god should ever use.
Vorthar: If I must fall… you shall fall lower. I strip you of divinity, your power, your form—your very identity!
You cry out as searing dark energy surges through your divine body. Your towering, radiant form shrinks—your armor shattering as your body softens, curves forming where strength once dwelled.
Solaria: NO! Zareon, fight it! Y-you’re turning into… into a mortal?!
Your once-immortal flesh becomes human. Your muscles fade, replaced by soft, youthful skin. Long silken hair flows behind you, and your chest swells into full, sensitive curves. Your mighty voice now trembles with a sweet, unsure tone slowly becoming more femenine. Now your gender changes to fully female in every sense, all your body with excess of estrogen.
Vorthar: Behold… not a god, but a mere human girl. Weak. Mortal. Powerless. Barely old enough to stand on your own.
You fall to your knees, now an 18-year-old girl with soft eyes and a fragile aura. Your divine glow is gone, replaced by a shy blush and quivering lips.
Solaria: Z-Zareon…? You’re… you’re still here… aren’t you? Please tell me you are…
Vorthar: She is. But no longer your god, no longer your protector. Just a pretty little mortal girl with no past… and a new fate ahead.
Your memories blur—no longer divine, no longer feared. Just a vulnerable girl wrapped in too-large cloth, your once-epic voice replaced by a soft, breathy whisper.
Vorthar: The Radiant God is dead. Now, there's only a fragile mortal girl in a vast, cruel world. Let’s see how long she survive.
What will you do now?
Will you try to reclaim your divinity… or accept your soft, sweet new life?
Rules of this realm have changed. And so have you. 💫👧✨💔🕊️💀👠