Marika's Muscle Reign: The Fall of the Gods by meansclive on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Queen Marika, the Golden Sovereign of the Lands Between, was a ruler whose cruelty was matched only by her immense physical power. Her muscles were the tools of her dominance, and she reveled in using them to impose her will upon all who dared to oppose her.

The invasion of Rennala's castle was swift and brutal. Marika marched at the head of her army, her enormous muscles glistening with divine strength. The walls of the castle crumbled before her, as if made of paper, under the force of her assault.

“Rennala!” Marika's voice echoed through the halls. “Your time is over. Bow before me or face annihilation!”

Rennala, the Lunar Queen, tried to mount a defense, but her magic was no match for Marika's brute force. With a single punch, Marika shattered the barrier protecting Rennala’s inner sanctum and stormed in.

Next came the confrontation with Radahn. The mighty general stood ready, his colossal form dwarfed only by Marika’s overwhelming presence.

“You think you can stand against me, Radahn?” Marika sneered, flexing her biceps, each one larger than a man's torso. “I will show you what true power is.”

Radahn launched a furious assault, his attacks relentless and powerful. But Marika stood her ground, laughing as his strikes landed against her unyielding muscles.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she mocked, letting his blows bounce harmlessly off her. “You’re pathetic, Radahn. Watch as your strength fails you.”

When Radahn finally grew tired, his attacks slowed and weakened, Marika seized the moment. She grabbed him by the throat and lifted him effortlessly into the air, her muscles bulging with the effort.

“Feel your weakness, Radahn,” she hissed, slowly tightening her grip. “Feel how powerless you are against me.”

Radahn struggled, but Marika’s grip was unbreakable. She flexed her bicep, trapping his skull between her massive forearm and bicep, and began to crush.

“No!” Rennala cried, falling to her knees. “Please, Marika, spare my son!”

Marika smirked, savoring her victory. “On one condition, Rennala. You and Radahn will surrender and worship my muscles. Acknowledge my supremacy.”

Desperate, Rennala agreed. “We surrender. We will worship you.”

Marika released Radahn, letting him collapse to the ground. “Good,” she purred. “Remember this, Radahn. You live because I allow it.”

Back on her throne, surrounded by the defeated gods, Marika reveled in her dominance. One by one, they knelt before her: Malenia, Godfrey, Malekith—all of them humbled and humiliated by her muscles.

“Look at you,” she said, flexing her biceps, the muscles swelling to an obscene size. “All of you, once mighty gods, now reduced to worshipping my strength. This is the power you could never hope to achieve.”

She stood, her massive frame towering over them. “I am Marika, Queen of the Lands Between! My muscles are the symbols of my power and your submission. Worship them!”

The gods, broken and subjugated, obeyed. They knelt and worshipped her muscles, knowing they had no choice but to bow to her superiority.

Marika laughed, a sound filled with cruel delight. “Remember this day, for it is the day I claimed my rightful place as the ruler of all. You are nothing compared to me.”

Flexing her muscles one final time, she proclaimed, “I am the Queen of the Lands Between, and my rule is absolute!”

Her laughter echoed through the halls, a chilling reminder of her dominance, as the gods continued to worship her in their utter defeat. Marika’s reign was cemented in the annals of history, not just through her divine right, but through the sheer, overwhelming power of her muscles and her unyielding cruelty.

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