I laid upon the bed of flesh.  Wound after grievous wound would appear on my body, only to be quickly healed by the Army of women.  For a Time I existed without an arm... when that healed I lost a foot... the foot returned only to be quickly smashed to bits, then healed again.  I was stabbed in the heart many times *laughs*

    And with each wound the Pain would wash over me, consume me to the point of Death... and just as the Agony reached that level Beyond Bearable, the Army of female flesh would descend upon me and massage salves into me, kiss my flesh with soft oils and tender lips, warm me and comfort me...

    The Pain was Orgasmic

    BUT...
 
 

    My foes and fears fell easily *laughs*  I was heady with Power and Might, using smaller foes to bludgeon larger ones to death, dismembering beasts with my bare hands, spectacular majikal battles against abstract fears...

    The trident truly was a part of me, obeying my every command,  granting me virtually unlimited Energy, and soon the Arena was littered with dead and death...

    The crowd cheered me on and I was Exhilarated with the pure power of people watching Me overcome an infinite number of foes.

    Yet despite my prowess, despite my great skill, despite my cosmic powers... foes Still got through to me... stabbed me, crushed me, ripped me to shreds...

    But always I was Whole, intact, for no sooner would some enemy rip my arm out than a new one would spring back in it's place...I was virtually invincible!

    My Ego exploded to ten thousand times it's normal size with that realization and I renewed my attack upon my foes with total abandon, allowing myself to go completely bezerk, drinking in the carnage and the cheering crowd of onlookers...

    BUT...
 
 

    I pondered just exactly what it was I wished, and each passing fancy came into being before me *laughs*  Some fantasies got out of hand rather quickly and had to be quenched.  Others flourished, taking on a life and a meaning all their own...

    Entire universes sprang into being... others ceased to be...  All at my Whim.

    I found I didn't mind the ministrations of my attendants so much, after all, Time WAS passing, my nails and hair WERE growing *shrugs*

    Other Emissaries and Messengers would come to me for sagely advice or words of wisdom... if I didn't have the answer off the top of my head, then usually one of my Ravens did... and on those odd occasions when none of us Knew, it was always a simple matter to send the bozo off on a silly Quest while we puzzled it out in our own sweet Time *giggles*

    After all, I was a God, ya know?  *laughs*

    BUT...
 
 

    I sat at the banquet table, feeding scraps to my wolves while listening to a muse sing softly of warmth and love.  My closest and dearest friends sat with me, sipping contentedly from full mugs, nibbling  from the various platters and trays of tasty delectables that were spread along the length of the table.

    Scented candles mixed their warm glow and fragrant scent with that from the fire in the nearby hearth... crackly hard woods roasting tender lamb, simmering honey mint... clear crystals and bottles of fine beverages defracted the light into multiple soft hues, bathing all in the room...

    An old woman sat by the hearth, knitting a woolen comforter, a small child knelt on the rug before her, playing with a toy.  Some people around the table spoke softly to each other, others were more jovial, but all were relaxed and tranquil...

    It was very safe and comfortable there...

    BUT....