The Goddess Among Mortals (video with audio) (Patreon)

I stand in this desert, the sun scorching the earth beneath my feet, the mountains bowing in the distance as if they know I’m here.

I stand in this desert, the sun scorching the earth beneath my feet, the mountains bowing in the distance as if they know I’m here. I am a goddess—untouchable, divine, a being of power and perfection—and these mortals around me are nothing but dust in my presence. My body is a temple, my muscles a testament to my superiority, my very existence a challenge to the heavens. I flex my arm, feeling the muscle swell, veins pulsing like rivers of fire, and I smirk, knowing there’s no one on this planet who can rival me. I’ve traveled all over the world, from the jungles of the Amazon to the peaks of the Himalayas, and all I can think about is how I’m better than every single one of them.

I’ve walked through the markets of Marrakech, the air thick with spices and the chatter of mortals bartering for their little trinkets. They stopped as I passed, their voices falling silent, their eyes wide with awe. A woman dropped her basket of oranges, the fruit rolling across the ground, and she fell to her knees, whispering prayers in a language I didn’t care to understand. I towered over her, my shadow swallowing her whole, and I smiled, a goddess accepting her due worship. My abs gleamed with sweat, my thighs a fortress of power, and I knew she saw me for what I am—a deity among her kind, a being so far above her she could only kneel.

In the temples of Bali, I stood among the stone gods, my body more perfect than their carvings, my presence more commanding than their ancient stories. The priests there, with their incense and chants, paused their rituals to gaze at me. One of them, an old man with trembling hands, dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground, muttering that I was a goddess come to life. I laughed, my voice echoing through the temple, and I flexed for him, my arms bulging, my chest rising with divine power. I didn’t correct him—I am a goddess, after all, and he was wise to see it. I let him worship me, let him offer me flowers and prayers, knowing it was only right for a mortal to honor me.

I’ve climbed the peaks of the Andes, my body cutting through the thin air like a blade, my strength carrying me where no mortal could follow. The villagers at the base of the mountain had heard of me—a goddess who walked among them—and they gathered as I descended, their eyes wide, their hands clasped in reverence. They dropped to their knees, chanting my name, a name I gave them in their tongue, one that meant “She Who Conquers.” I stood before them, my muscles glistening with sweat, my hair flowing like a cascade of fire, and I accepted their worship as my birthright. They offered me gifts—woven blankets, carved stones—but I needed none of it. Their adoration was enough, their recognition of my divinity the only tribute I required.

In the savannas of Africa, I walked among the wildlife, my presence commanding even the lions to keep their distance. The tribes there spoke of me as a legend, a goddess who had come to test their warriors. Their strongest men challenged me, hoping to prove themselves, but I laughed as I lifted their heaviest stones with one hand, my biceps flexing, my power undeniable. They fell to their knees, their spears forgotten, and worshipped me, their voices rising in a song of praise. I stood over them, my body a monument of strength, and I knew I was more than they could ever hope to be—a goddess, a force, a being beyond their comprehension.

Everywhere I go, it’s the same. Mortals see me and know their place. I’ve stood on the beaches of Greece, my body more perfect than their statues of Athena, and watched as tourists dropped their cameras to kneel before me. I’ve walked the streets of Tokyo, my presence silencing the crowds, their eyes following me as they whispered of a goddess among them. I am better than all of them—stronger, more powerful, more divine. My body is a testament to my godhood, every muscle a declaration of my superiority, every flex a reminder that I am above them.

I look at you now, standing there, your eyes wide with the same awe I’ve seen a thousand times. You see me for what I am, don’t you? A goddess, a deity, a being so far above you that you can only dream of my touch. Kneel, mortal—join the countless others who have worshipped me across the world. I am your goddess, your queen, your everything, and I will never be anything less. Bow to me, and know that you are in the presence of divinity.