Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 511: Truth Must Be Fed Indirectly

For a long moment, they simply lay there, catching their breath. Aphrodite traced idle patterns on Sharky’s back as he rested his head on her chest.

"That was..." she started, struggling to find the right words. "Incredible."

Sharky chuckled softly against her skin. "Mmm."

Then he spoke again, his tone changing slightly. "Aphrodite, we need to talk."

Although they had become intimate, Sharky was not there for pleasure alone. "Tell me about Ares."

Aphrodite’s body stiffened slightly. She hadn’t expected that question in the middle of everything.

But she obeyed.

"Ares... he’s been furious. His son, Phobos, died recently. He suspects Asgard."

Sharky’s eyes darkened when he heard that Phobos was Ares’s son.

He continued calmly, "Tell me everything about Ares’s family."

Aphrodite exhaled softly and began speaking, her voice steady but cautious.

"Ares is the embodiment of war itself," she said. "He thrives in chaos and despises restraint. His pride is absolute, and his temper is legendary. Once he sets his mind on something, there is no reasoning with him."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"His wife is Enyo," Aphrodite continued. "She is the goddess of bloodlust and carnage. Where Ares brings war, Enyo brings slaughter."

She shifted slightly beneath Sharky.

"They had two sons, Deimos and Phobos. Twins, but very different."

"Deimos is the god of terror. He is calculated, cruel, and disciplined. Phobos... was fear itself. He fed on panic, dread, and despair. But he was unstable. Arrogant. He believed fear made him untouchable."

She looked away briefly.

"He crossed lines. Allied with forbidden beings. Defied Olympus law. That’s why he was banished, but recently he died in an unknown way, no one knows how he died."

Then Sharky asked the question that made her freeze. "What do you know about the Serpent of Ruin?"

Aphrodite stopped halfway through reaching for him. Her eyes widened, and her voice dropped to a near whisper. "...That monster? You know about it?"

Sharky didn’t answer. His silence confirmed everything.

Aphrodite swallowed and slowly shifted, no longer relaxed. Her tone became serious.

"The Serpent of Ruin is not a normal beast," she said quietly. "It was crafted by Echidna herself... the Mother of Monsters. Even among divine creatures, it is considered an abomination."

She took a breath and continued.

"It exists between realms. Not fully bound to space, not fully bound to time. That’s why it can move through dimensions like water slipping through cracks. Asgardian magic cannot track it. Heimdall’s sight cannot follow it. Even Olympian divination fails once it enters the shadows between worlds."

Her fingers curled slightly as she spoke.

"It leaves no trail. No aura. No residue. Once it passes through a realm, it’s as if it was never there."

She looked directly at Sharky now.

"It obeys only its master. No god, no realm, no binding spell can command it unless Echidna herself grants control."

"If something is taken by the Serpent of Ruin, they are effectively removed from the known realms. Hidden within the shadows of worlds where neither gods can easily reach."

Sharky listened without interrupting, his eyes dark and focused.

Now he understood exactly how dangerous the Serpent of Ruin truly was, and why Astrid had vanished without leaving even the faintest trace.

Aphrodite placed her hand on his cheek, trying to pull his attention back to her body.

Sharky’s thoughts were interrupted by Aphrodite’s gentle touch on his cheek. He looked down at her, his expression softening as he took in her flushed face and sated smile.

Aphrodite gasped as Sharky’s hand cracked against her bottom, the sudden sting making her yelp. But before she could react, he was pushing her onto her hands and knees, his strong hands gripping her hips.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. But the mischievous glint in his eye told her everything she needed to know.

She felt the blunt head of his dragon pressing against her most intimate hole and froze. "Sharky, wait," she protested weakly. "I’ve never... that is..."

But Sharky was already pushing forward, his thick shaft stretching her tight ring of muscle.

Aphrodite cried out at the sudden intrusion, her body tensing against the unfamiliar sensation. It burned, stretched too wide, too full. She felt like she might tear in two.

"Sharky!" she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. "Slow down, please!"

But Sharky didn’t slow. He pushed deeper, his dragon sliding inch by inch into her virgin hole. Aphrodite whimpered, her eyes watering at the intense pressure.

Finally, he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against her bottom. Aphrodite panted heavily, trying to adjust to the feeling of him inside her ass.

"That’s it," Sharky murmured darkly above her. "Take my dragon like a good little whore."

His hands tightened on her hips as he began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. Aphrodite moaned at the sensation, surprised to find that it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

In fact, as Sharky set a steady rhythm, she began to feel a strange pleasure building in her core.

---

Zeus sat upon his throne, lightning crawling across his forearms as he listened through the divine whisper-network that fed him information from every corner of Olympus.

He had been hearing every conversation happening between Aphrodite and Sharky.

And when Sharky had asked about the Serpent of Ruin, Aphrodite explained to him.

Zeus’s eyes snapped open. The storm around him tightened.

"So... Sharky really came to search for his daughter, Astrid."

Lightning hissed down his arm and struck the floor, cracking marble.

Zeus leaned back slowly, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his throne. He was not afraid of Sharky personally, Olympus had faced many threats, so Sharky was nothing in front of this.

But the political consequences of Phobos kidnapping an Asgardian princess, and hiding her using Echidna’s creature, were catastrophic.

If Odin believed Olympus allowed it. This could lead to a war between Asgard and Olympus.

A war between realms would tear reality itself. And looking at this time, it was not good. Because something happened now, it will be a disaster for the whole Marvelous Multiverse. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Phobos acted alone, and Echidna played her own game," Zeus muttered as his jaw hardened, knowing that if Sharky believed Olympus had any involvement, the consequences would be catastrophic.

He made a decision. "Aphrodite must keep him distracted... Until we decide our next step."

He also decided to find Echidna, if possible.

---

The morning sunlight slipped into Aphrodite’s chamber, spilling softly across marble columns, silk curtains, and the quiet stillness of the divine bed where the night had finally loosened its hold.

Aphrodite opened her eyes first.

For a moment, she simply lay there, watching Sharky beside her, calm, composed, his presence steady even in rest.

The memory of the night lingered in her thoughts, enough to warm her cheeks and make her look away with a faint, embarrassed smile.

Her body still felt heavy with exhaustion, especially her legs, they felt tired. Her every movement reminded her that she had truly been pushed beyond her limits.

She reached out and touched his chest lightly, almost to confirm he was real.

"You’re awake...?" she asked softly.

Sharky opened his eyes and gave a small nod. "Yes."

He rose and began to dress with quiet efficiency, as if the world beyond the chamber had already reclaimed his focus. Aphrodite shifted, intending to sit up as well, but before she could move far, Sharky gently pressed her back down.

"Don’t," he said calmly, his voice firm but considerate. "You’re tired. Rest."

Aphrodite hesitated, pride and instinct warring with the truth she felt in her body. Then she exhaled, allowing herself to relax against the cushions, and nodded.

"...Alright."

She watched him in silence as he finished, her expression unreadable, somewhere between lingering warmth and the quiet realization that what had happened between them would not be so easily forgotten.

---

Seated upon the throne of Olympus, Zeus rubbed his beard thoughtfully, lightning faintly flickering around his fingers.

Aphrodite had already gotten close to Sharky, and through her he had learned the true reason for Sharky’s presence in Olympus. Zeus spent the entire night weighing his options, considering consequences, shifting possibilities and blame.

By dawn, he reached a decision.

He would let Sharky learn the truth about Phobos and Echidna, but not directly. Zeus knew that if he revealed everything outright, it could backfire, and Sharky even started thinking it was a lie and deception. So he had fed this truth indirectly.

And Zeus had noticed something else. Sharky was not without weakness. Women were his weakness. And Olympus had no shortage of beautiful goddesses.

And what was a more wonderful way for Sharky to know the truth through the Goddesses. With that decision made, Zeus raised his hand.

"Summon Athena and Angelica."

Thunder echoed across Olympus as the command was given.

Moments later, Athena arrived first.

She stood tall in golden armor, a silver spear resting at her side. Her sharp eyes reflected strategy and wisdom, her presence that of a born commander, a warrior, a tactician, a goddess of intellect.

She inclined her head slightly. "You summoned me, Father."

Angelica arrived next.

The goddess of purity and charm stepped forward in a soft pink dress that flowed like morning light. Her golden hair cascaded in gentle waves, her beauty rivaling Aphrodite. But where Aphrodite carried seduction, Angelica radiated innocence and warmth.

She bowed gracefully. "Lord Zeus."

Zeus studied them both in silence, his fingers tapping thoughtfully against the arm of his throne. Then he spoke, his voice low and rumbling with authority.

"Athena. Angelica. Tell me why have neither of you chosen a husband until now?"

The question caught them off guard. It was unexpected.

But since Zeus asked, they exchanged a brief glance, then prepared to answer.

Athena spoke first.

Her gaze was sharp and unwavering, her posture straight and confident.

"Because none of the people present here are worthy," she said calmly. "No man of Olympus possesses both the strength and the wisdom required to stand beside me."

Zeus nodded slowly. Wisdom and pride, Athena embodied both in every word.

Angelica stepped forward next, more hesitant.

A soft blush spread across her cheeks as she lowered her eyes slightly.

"I... simply have not met a man whose presence moves my heart. Not even a single warrior of Olympus was able to move my heart.

Zeus exhaled quietly. Exactly the answers he expected. A brief silence settled over the chamber.

Then Zeus leaned forward, lightning faintly crackling around his throne, he asked them. "And what do you both think of the guest, Sharky Valor?"

The air grew still. For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Athena answered first. She neither blushed nor hesitated.

"Sharky Valor is unlike any man I have observed. He carries power far deeper than he reveals."

Zeus narrowed his eyes slightly.

Athena never offered praise lightly.

Angelica bit her lip before speaking, her voice softer, tinged with embarrassment.

"He is... different. Calm. Strong. Handsome," she admitted. "When he walked past me yesterday..."

She placed a hand over her heart. "...I felt something."

At that moment, Zeus understood exactly what he needed.

"Good," he said, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"You two will accompany him."

Athena blinked once. "For diplomacy?"

"Yes," Zeus replied plainly. "Olympus must show goodwill, and he must sense no hostility from us."

He paused, eyes gleaming with calculation.

"But that is only part of the reason."

Angelica nodded, still blushing at the thought of being near Sharky.

"And what is the main reason, Father?" she asked softly.