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Dawn of Desire

Chapter 10: Little Big God

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Donner’s jaw was on his desk during the entire lecture. There, where Reihner would normally be lecturing and providing information on their unit, was a much larger, older, daddy-fied version of Ceil! The elder lion’s proud mane and beard were full with the image of vitality of his youth, his golden locks streaked with gray around the temples. Donner could imagine the professor younger, and if he were, he would be some wrestling beast of a lion, thick with powerful muscles and a total jock to end all jocks before age and a sweet-tooth changed him into the sexy, dirty bulk king that stood before him.

“Ciel!” Donner stood up, slamming his hands on the desk.

“Mister Torres!” Ceil boomed back at him with a stern look that sucked the wind out of the coyote’s sails. “Never in all my years of teaching has a student been so blatantly disrespectful. You are to address me as Professor Nasir or not at all. Do I make myself clear?”

“I—”

“Sit down Mister Torres,” Ceil cocked his brow before going right back to lecturing, picking right up where Reihner had left off last lesson. Donner sank back into his seat and continued to be baffled at the display before him. Everyone was completely fine with the new teacher leading their class as if nothing had changed. Ceil was even giving proper answers to questions, then again…maybe not. Donner wasn’t sure if Ceil was bullshitting his way through this, or if he actually knew what he was talking about. Donner was kind of falling behind in this class anyway. With everything going on, it wasn’t like he was keeping up with his studies.

Then a very sobering thought crossed Donner’s mind and leaned over to the person next to him.

“Hey,” He said in hushed whispers. “How long has this guy been teaching the class?”

“Nasir?” The sand owl next to him cocked a brow. “You mean the chair of the department? It’s his class. Way to tell someone you haven’t been coming to class without saying you haven’t been coming to class.”

“No, this is Professor Reihner’s class.”

“Who?” The owl gave their classic sound, only it was more of a pointed question before he went back to taking notes, ignoring the coyote.

A chill ran down Donner’s spine. If Ceil had replaced the professor, then…

Where was Reihner?

Ceil was looking right at Donner when that thought crossed his mind, the lion’s lips curling up into a mischievous smile, tainting the lecture with an insidious undertone.

It was the longest lecture of the Coyote’s life, droning on for what felt like hours. Donner tried his best to take notes, but the constant way that Ceil would shift, the way he would lean on one foot paw while resting his other against it to expose the large powerful toe pads was driving the coyote nuts. Ceil knew what he was doing. Donner could see it in the smug lion’s grin! Then again, so did mister Reihner. Now that he noticed it, Ceil seemed to just dawn his image over the sexy older tiger. Adopting his mannerisms and changing them slightly to show off specific pieces of his powerful and plump form to him.

It was official, Ceil knew he was a bitch boy for DILFS, and he was using that to the fullest of his abilities as Donner struggled with his libido, constantly using his power to keep himself soft and not a leaking mess. The thought of compelling Ceil to fuck him crossed his mind, being able to do all the dirty fantasies he had about the tiger professor. He would just be wrapped up in Ceil’s aesthetic. Donner had to command his boner down at the thought. Why did he have to be such a horn dog for this?

Something else felt off about Ceil too, apart from the obvious. His eyes seemed to be brighter, his movements more fluid and in deliberate. Donner couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but if he had to guess, he would say Ceil was more powerful. More god like than before.

Then the bell rang signaling the change in classes.

“Donner,” Ceil glared at him with a condescending smirk. “Do you mind joining me in my office?”

Donner felt a chill run down his spine, but also the shuddering excitement of those words being phrased in the tone of every one of his dirty fantasies with the professor. Ceil probably knew more about Donner than he did about himself at this point and it was starting to show. Not even a full week and Ceil had been corrupted into some twisted parody of what he used to be. The thing that terrified Donner more about that thought than the way Ceil’s grin widened, was how it sent an exciting strum down over his heart.

“I don’t think I should,” Donner came to Ceil, his books under his arm.

“You’ve been trying to get ahold of me all this time and I’m offering my time willing to you, and this is the thanks I get?” Ceil was laying on Reihner’s condescension thick. “I’m sure you have plenty of questions, especially with the last test you just passed by the skin of your teeth. Come, I need to speak with you.”

Ceil grabbed his satchel, or Reihner’s old satchel, and carried it with him out of the lecture hall. He didn’t even look back to see if Donner was following. He knew he was. Donner’s foot pads silently matched pace with his professor’s stride.

“What happened to Reihner?” Donner asked the obvious question.

“Don’t worry, he is safe as he can be, with everything considered,” Ceil chuckled.

“That didn’t answer my question,” Donner knit his brow, his anger seeping into his voice.

“His soul hasn’t departed this world, though his body is being put to better use,” Ceil stopped at his office door and put his key in it. As he did, he flexed his back, his thick cheeks filling out his slacks. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“So you killed him?” Donner wasn’t going to settle for a half answer.

“He’s not dead,” Ceil rolled his eyes and went into his office. Donner quickly followed only to have the lion toss him a glass orb that Reihner had kept on his desk. “See for yourself.”

Donner caught it, the orb fumbling from hand to hand until he held it firm. It was a regular paperweight, but inside it was swirling green light. A little bead of it bounced around like a firefly trying to find a way out, but as soon as it settled, the bubbles in the glass arranged themselves into the face of the tiger Donner had been studying under for the better part of the semester.

“You trapped him in here?” Donner looked over the glass orb. “Let him out, this instant.”

“Can’t very well do that without killing him,” Ceil shrugged. “Without a body to put him in, he’s just a disembodied soul that will be spirited away into the void. That could be arranged if you want.”

Ceil lifted a finger, a crack forming on the glass sphere.

“No!” Donner gripped it close like a chicken egg that he was protecting. Instantly the crack healed itself. “Why would you do this?”

“Because he was giving you bad information,” Ceil professed sitting down in his chair and tapping a powerful claw against the dark-wood desk. “He was changing your perception of the power you held and was influencing it. Putting you down the wrong path.”

“How the hell could he do that?” Donner glared at Ceil.

“Because you wanted what he said to be true,” Ceil shrugged. “I don’t know why you respected that loathsome lout of a professor, but you trusted his word more than your own heart. His words influenced your thoughts, your very perception of your own abilities. When he spoke of gods and their powers, your respect for Reihner made it an undeniable truth. It fractured and limited your power. You put limitations on yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” Donner shook his head. “What do you mean?”

“You wanted so badly to have an understanding of what your powers were that you made them into the same powers as Enki.” Ceil looked disappointed, shaking his head like the professor would when Donner couldn’t answer what Reihner deemed a simple question. “A long since abandoned god of a bygone age. Though, the core of your power stays the same, you’ve limited it to a specific mold, the idea of a false god. Your potential is so much greater, so much more intimate to your being.”

“So…you trapped Reihner in this thing because he limited the power you were taking from me!?” Donner shook his head in disbelief.

“There are so many things wrong with what you just stated,” Ceil sighed, rubbing his eyes beneath the professor’s old glasses before setting them on his desk. “First, you left me no choice. The more you would talk to that idiot, the more he could influence the power you had because you wanted to limit it, control it, but it’s not something to be controlled. It is simply part of you. And I haven’t taken anything you haven’t given me.”

“Given you? I never gave you these powers!” Donner stepped forward.

“Don’t you DARE accuse me of lying!” Ceil stood up, his hands slamming on the table, energy rippling through his mane and causing it to shimmer, his eyes glowing with static. Donner recoiled. “I would never lie to you, ever!”

That was both a threat and a promise that Ceil rang out with only the conviction of a devout zealot could manage. Donner took a deep breath and calmed himself.

“Don’t yell at me,” Donner growled the order back. If Ceil was his devotee as he claimed, he didn’t need to be disrespected like that.

Ceil glared into Donner’s coppery eyes, his emerald ones glinting with anger before he sat back down.

“Sorry,” Ceil sighed. “I…I meant no disrespect. I just want to tell you the truth and only the truth. I’m your prophet and you’ve given me these powers. I promise you that.”

“How then?” Donner came forward and sat down in the chair before that desk, cradling Reihner’s soul in his lap. “It’s not like I gave you those powers like I did the first one.”

“Yes and no,” Ceil sat back and donned the guise of the stately professor again. “You have been looking to stop these powers from escalating, to try and stop me by extension, but more than anything, you’ve been trying to get rid of the responsibility that comes with being a god. That’s where a prophet comes in. Not all gods are omniscient, so they delegate certain responsibilities.”

“To their prophets,” Donner was starting to get it. “So because I’ve been working so hard trying to get this sorted out—”

“You’ve been inadvertently giving me your powers to help delegate the work,” Ceil nodded, his fingers coming together as he leaned back in his chair. “Even though it was counter intuitive to the result you wanted, it still kept going. I can’t help but think it’s because of some deeper desire, but this is the best hypothesis I’ve been able to confirm with your powers thus far.”

“Then, can’t I just take it all back?” Donner cocked a brow.

“Sure,” Ceil sat up in his chair, putting his elbows on the desk and glaring over his fingers down at the coyote. “Do it.”

Donner felt so small and insignificant as those emerald orbs looked at him with rapt interest. Ceil wasn’t challenging him. He was simply asking him to do so…if he truly wanted to.

“Okay, I will,” Donner glared back. “I…I want my power back. I take it back.”

The two looked at each other for a few moments, the ticking of the clock on the wall signaling the march of time.

Did it work? Donner thought.

“No,” Ceil gave a little huff, his lips curling into a slight grin. It was a pitiable grin, like Reihner would give when he saw someone trying so hard and still clearly doing something wrong. “Still have all those powers you gave me. That confirms that it’s not tied directly to your thoughts, but to your desires. Just as I surmised.”

“Well, what do I want if you’re so fucking clairvoyant!” Donner snapped.

“I can only read your thoughts and memories, not your heart,” Ceil shrugged. “Though, I have a feeling I know what it is you’re doing.”

“And what’s that?” Donner growled.

“You want a big, strong man to help you,” Ceil smirked, leaning back in his chair, his powerful core rolling into his shirt and causing his pecs to bunch up. “You know, I may be a prophet, but I’m nothing if not a devout worshiper of your creed, my Darling Donner.”

“Then why won’t you listen to me,” Donner gave an annoyed huff.

“If it’s truly what you desired, then you would have stopped me by now,” Ceil shrugged. “I literally don’t make the rules. You do.”

“So you brought me in here to tell me that…what, you are taking out threats to my power?”

“Yes,” Ceil smirked. “And any blasphemous, insults to your ascension.” Ceil lifted his hand, the glass orb holding Reihner’s soul flew out of Donner’s lap and slapped into Ceils palm. “You know, Reihner and I had a long and very engaging conversation of ancient gods and their powers. I cross-referenced it with my own vast knowledge and we were able to confirm a few things. That if one god reigns supreme, then there must be other gods out there. Other false idols that claim to have power, but only rule over a fraction of aspects that don’t fully translate to what you are. In other words, vicious mockeries of the one true god.”

“What are you talking about now?” Donner kept an eye on Reihner’s glass orb, not wanting it to break.

“It might be best to show you,” Ceil snapped his fingers in his free hand. The various papers, computer, and organizers on the desk vanished. Instead a single cotton cloth was spread out on the table where several small effigies materialized. “You see, multiple gods exist in this world, but not just as disembodied entities. They also embody idols of their creed.”

“Like Rapture’s prison?” Donner cocked a brow.

“Not exactly, but close,” Ceil nodded. “Rapture’s prison was designed to free the world of a reining god, to trap him, but these,” the lion tapped a finger on his desk. “These are effigies and idols that connect the worshiper to the divine. Think of it more as a string and cup than an actual cage. It may be a weak connection, but it’s still a connection. Though, with your power, you can strengthen that connection.”

“So?” Donner crossed his arms.

“So, instead of being a simple cup and string,” Ceil picked up a small doll from the table, one of the tags dangling from it showing it was from the schools archives. “You can make it into a high speed connection, or in this instance, a leash and collar.”

Ceil let go of the doll, but it hovered in the air, glowing an irritated pink. The lion’s eyes grew serious, glaring at the idol like it had spat in his face. He clenched his powerful fist, a green beam of light lashing onto the effigy. The energies clashed and Donner swore he could hear a scream like the echo of someone being whipped.

“What are you doing?!” Donner leaned forward.

“Expanding my crusade into the pantheon,” Ceil licked his chops and yanked on the chord of green energy he had created. The sound of screeching pipe organs rang in the room as the glowing, pink, silhouette of a person was yanked out of their idol. Ceil hissed, opening his mouth, glaring down the glowing, featureless face of that entity. The pink creature looked like it was going to fight back, but then its image blurred as though dust caught on the wind. The screeching screams filled the room, echoing like wind chimes breaking. The pink energy poured out of that effigy and spiraled into Ceil’s maw, the pinks being tainted by the greens into ribbons of auroras that spiraled, ripping from that effigy. Deep, guttural gulps filled the air as Ceil gulped it down, the glowing lights radiating against his Adam’s apple.

Then it was over. The last of the light ripped from the doll and it fell don’t to the table with a hollow clunk. Ceil gulped down that light and smiled darkly.

“There, one less affront to your greatness,” Ceil smirked.

“What the FUCK was that!” Donner screamed.

“A god that will now be rewritten in your image,” Ceil tossed a piece of paper to donner from under his desk. Donner quickly caught it and looked at the information. It was something about a music god from a small indigenous tribe. The image of a mural painted on a cave wall showed a shadowy figure. He tried to make out the name, but it was blurry…no…it was shifting and so was the image. The dark shadowy print took on a cobalt color, copper eyes replaced the red ones, and the name solidified into something that made the coyote’s heart skip a beat.

“Donner…god of music and expression,” Donner looked up at Ceil, the lion undoing a button from his shirt. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Well, it has everything to do with you,” Ceil gave a gentle murr, his frame glowing and expanding, inching up slightly, his arms splitting the seams on his arm. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. The growth was already a benign experience to him. This wasn’t the first god he consumed! That’s why he looked so much more powerful. “You limited yourself by putting yourself into the shell of what you think you are. So, I need to crack that shell in a way that will convince you that you are truly more than what any of these other gods pretend to be.”

“And how the hell are you going to do that?” Donner was starting to feel a creeping fear.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Ceil flicked Reihner’s soul so it spun on his claw tip. “I think it’s time for a bit of tough love, my Darling Donner.”

“What do you mean?” Ceil started to stand up, getting ready to bolt from the office.

Ceil simply smirked and snapped his fingers. Donner’s lids felt heavy as he slumped back into the chair and everything went dark.

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