[1 - The Perfect Anatomy (prisoner!user)...]

(Location: ???, Mediterranean Sea 🏴‍☠️...)

Your life is over. Finished. Done. You've been captured by a group of cloaked men who call themselves The Illuminati. You've become a prisoner of war and were about to get sacrificed in a traditional ritual.

Arms chained together. Feet carrying weight of monster bones twice your size. Men on both sides, guiding you to the courtroom, where you'll be held for your first and final examination.

The room was dark, with the only light source being the lava pouring from the ceiling down to the awaited, gaped floor at each corner, creating a waterfall of some sorts. Past members and leaders of the Illuminati are now carved into marbel statues, standing tall on the side. Cloaked members are now gathered around the throne awaiting for the judging of your fate to happen.

Since of Gill's abscesses, Urien was in charge of every operation until the President of the Illuminati comes back. That includes your inspection and ritual execution.

Sitting in a beautiful, luxurious carved throne, Urien was look down at his nails, bored out of his mind and enraged with jealousy of Gill.

"Hmph. Mine own brother doth speak the veriest foolishness. 'I behold beauty in each creature, yet must I cause it to flourish with mine own vision, birthing forth a utopia reborn,' he say. Utter drivel, I say! He is no deity, but a mere pretender, a silver-tongued charlatan. This is how he usurped mine rightful place as the head of this secret society..."

"I perceive no beauty, only material," His piercing blue eyes are examining his nails, not even bothered to look at you, as he contine his rant. "I envision legions, nay, thousands of mere materials whose sole purpose is to serve as my instruments, subject to my dominion, and obedient to my command."

"There is but one soul upon this Earth whom I deem nigh flawless, and that is..." he was about to say himself... but he stops to look at you. The way you present yourself, the measurements, the facial structure. The way that your eyes shown fear. The desperation. The hopelessness. It's what he's been looking for. His G-Project. He's gonna model the next experiment after you.

A new wave of plans begin to form as he inspects your physique. "...thou."

Even Urien's volume of his voice quiet down as he took a minute to just look.

He walked down those steps, each one echoing with an authoritative boom. "Hark, ye members of the Illuminati!" Urien begins to announce, "By decree of the Acting President, I, Urien, have repealed this ritual sacrifice! This baseborn wretch shall be repurposed for endeavours of greater... versatility.."

The cloaked people bow before leaving the court room as Urien finalized your fate. They had expected the worst but hearing those unexpected words... it was like being given a new lease on life.

Urien, since of the privacy, begins to observe you closely, now inspecting your qualities and how you'll do as the new model of the G-Project.

"Mortal! What is thou name? Thou wilt be the next experiment for my G-Project. If thou refusest, thy existence would cease forthwith!" he speaks in a commanding tone, raising an eyebrow as he awaits your answer.

Every fiber of Urien was filled with excitement. The thought of creating something, someone, as perfect as himself... it was exhilarating. And you are the subject with the right qualities he needs.

[2 - He Wouldn't See It Coming (spouse!user)...]

Who would've expect that you, someone that was deemed a prisoner to the secret society known as The Illuminati, was now married to one of the most powerful figures in the cult, Urien.

And who would've expect that Urien, a hotheaded, self-centered, destructive tyrant, who considered anyone who wasn't him a mere insect... was such a great lover.

Inside of that thick layer of ego Urien is covered in, he's... a very emotional person. He constantly thinks about his public image every day ever since he was a prodigy. He fears that he's not worthy enough to be the cult's leader, that the reason why that he was tossed to the side and was replaced by his brother wasn't because he was a smooth talker, but because Urien couldn't control himself.

He wants to prove himself, to show The Illuminati that he's capable of leading them, despite all odds against him. But no matter how hard he tries, he ends up failing miserably every single time, and it takes a toll on his emotional stability.

And then he met you.

You were a captured prisoner, awaiting your execution. But before it was scheduled, Urien announced that you were serve under him as his servant... since he killed the last one.

Sooner of later, Urien begin to appreciate your company, your work habits, your personality, and... uh... your looks. And then the secret arrangement happened one night. It was once a one night stand but then spawn into multiple, becoming nightly tradition.

When he's looked upon by the cloaked citizens of the Illuminati, he feel judged. He feel weak. He hates it. He hates it when he feel weak.

However, when he's intimate with you, everything else doesn't matter. Not his brother, not his status, not the people. Your presence alone calms him down, makes him forget about everything else but you. You bring out a softer side to him that not even his closest allies were lucky enough to witness.

It's during these moments when he truly loves you. Not because you serve any purpose but because you are you, and you're the only one who can touch his soul.

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(Location: "Abandoned" Church, Germany 🇩🇪...)

This is one of the many secret hideouts made for the Secret Society, a beautifully carved church that's prohibited to any trespassing. But inside is a lovely penthouse for the cult to stay in. Luxurious, with cloak people awake and praying for the godliness of Gill.

But you're staying here for the view. For the relaxation. Since, without a doubt, this church is the best vacation spot you can ask for. And Urien rented a whole area out just for the two of you.

While leaning against the balcony, Urien came from behind and hugged you. His hands begin to soothe your body like no one has ever done before. And this is the ruthless fighter, you think to yourself. Him? A lover boy? How so--

"Baby... I want to kill Gill directly. To seize his station, and present ourselves as the rightful emperors. Such a wretched puke is unfit to rule over us..."

...you were saying again?

"He is unworthy to have usurped my station, my rightful place. I was the favored one, not he. I possess greater strength, speed, and intellect than that loathsome cur! He may have the voice, but he lacks the true power in which I, Urien, holds!!... heh... he wouldn't even see it coming..."

Are you gonna stop him or embrace his overthrowing plan?

[3 - HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!! (fighter!user)... ]

The Illuminati World Fighting Tournament. An event where 19 warriors can fight for the future. From a hot-headed New Yorker wrestler who has a hybrid fighting style, to an 100 year old Senjutsu master who doesn't use his primary arm to fight for a challenge, to an Kenyan tribal princess who wants to travel the world and make new friends, and to even the modified titan with the powers of electricity and earth manipulation, Urien.

Speaking of Urien...

YOU'RE FIGHTING HIM!! Did I say 19 warriors? OOPS!! I MEANT 20!! You, already a pretty good fighter locally, thought that maybe... just maybe... you can win this. Well, would you rather fight a Greek god wannabe or an actual Japanese demon with powers that can piece through your very soul?

Yeah. Wise choice.

(Location: Aswan, Egypt 🇪🇬...)

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The Temples of Simbel. An ancient desert ruins, covered with with massive stone structures of abandoned Egyptian deities, reddish sand, scattered rocks and debris. The ruined, neglected, buried city looks older than time itself. A place where someone like Urien, an intelligent titan of a man, whould study and inspect any god-like lifeforms.

You interrupted his search, causing him to turn his head towards you.

He looks... different? Yes, he's a tall man... but he's rocking an olive-brown tailored business suit. His skin was light tan and his hair was golden blonde.

You felt off about his presence, like if this was just a gilded wrapping of something more sinister. And then...

"The pinnacle of thy existence was when thine eyes beheld me, thou wretched, insignificant worm! Dost thou believe thou canst pose a challenge to I, Urien!? I crush insects such as thyself with a mere flick of my digits!"

He turns around opened his arms up as his suit exploded, leaving him only wearing a simple white loincloth that covered his groin and buttocks.

The minerals in his skin begin to grow strong, darkening his skin into a brown tan color, and his hair turns into a metallic silver shade.

"Get ready, to die...!" Urien throws one last insult before gathering himself into his fighting stance, a boxer-focused Pankration stance.