"Lilis, you ready?"
"Yes, Mom," a sweet, seductive voice echoed in my mind. "You can start the process now."
Lilis. My beloved tower manager succubus daughter. She is the only one with admin rights besides me.
"Alright, girls, let's start."
The previous plan was to relocate the Nightmare Tower and place it at the center of our new city.
However, before that, I needed to ask for Lilis and Lament's permission. After all, the Nightmare Tower is their home. They can't leave it.
As expected, they refused. Even Lament, my emo suicidal Undead daughter, refused.
She said something about "I can't leave my post" while staring at the wall with a deadpan expression.
So we came up with a new plan. Lilis' plan, to be exact.
Instead of moving the tower, we will place another one, a duplicate, at the center of the new city.
A tower that will be connected to the Nightmare Tower and will act as an entrance to it.
A process that requires an insane amount of divine energy, which I have a lot of, and 5% from the second tower's core.
The second tower core, which I placed under my land a year ago to collect mana, had only a little over 48%.
So 5% is so damn expensive.
Unfortunately, I don't have a choice. My Nightmare Tower is incomplete.
Before finishing the 100th floor, the tower has a few restrictions.
For example, duplication is restricted before finishing the tower.
The indestructible trait is also not available yet, so it can be destroyed or at least damaged from the outside, unlike the inside, which is a different story. The inside is a separate dimension.
So in order to duplicate the tower, I need to 'pay' a price.
"Let's begin."
With a thought, I activated the command, channeling a torrent of divine energy from the vast ocean within me. The world shuddered. The very air above the designated plot of land—the empty heart of what would be Fortune's Gate—began to warp and shimmer, reality bending like molten glass.
My daughters, a crowd of curious succubi and others, watched from a safe distance, their expressions a mix of awe and primal excitement.
The sky tore open.
Not violently. It was more like a seam being unstitched, the fabric of the heavens peeling back to reveal a swirling vortex of raw, chaotic energy. The color was impossible, a shifting kaleidoscope of bruised purples, deep crimsons, and sickening greens. A low, guttural hum vibrated through the ground, a sound that was felt more than heard, resonating in the teeth and bones of every observer.
Then, it began to rise.
Slowly at first, like a sapling pushing through soil. But this was no plant. It was an obsidian stone, dark and slick, that seemed to drink the light around it. Jagged spires erupted from the ground, twisting towards the bleeding wound in the sky, their forms both architectural and organic. Intricate, demonic carvings crawled across the surface as the tower grew—scenes of torment, of debauchery, of angels falling and demons rising, each one writhing with a life of its own.
My design, by the way. If I'm going to duplicate the tower, at least it would need a simple makeover. It's a perfect marketing tool when adventurers see the tower's exterior, lust spikes, and the next second they will be more willing to pay more and spend more on my daughters' 'services'.
See! I'm not just a rapist brute; I'm a good businesswoman.
The tower climbed higher and higher, a colossal black spike piercing the firmament. Windows, like hungry, malevolent eyes, blinked open along its length, glowing with a faint, hellish red light. The ground around its base cracked and buckled, forced to accommodate the immense, impossible structure.
The energy expenditure was staggering. It felt like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon, the drain on my divine reserves a constant, roaring void. My vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges, but I held firm, pouring more and more power into the ritual.
"Mom." Lilis' voice echoed through my mind.
"What?"
"You're using too much."
I frowned.
"Of course I'm using too much. I'm building a giant magical tower."
"No, I mean you're using too much."
"That's the same thing."
"No, it isn't."
"Are you questioning my tower-building abilities?"
A brief silence followed.
"...No."
"Good."
I smiled proudly.
My daughter knew better than to question her mother's architectural genius.
"Just continue the process."
"Mo...ther." Lament's deadpan voice suddenly joined the conversation.
"Yes, sweetie," I said in a gentle tone.
"You... are burning through your divine energy at an... alarming rate," she continued. "At this rate, you... will... collapse."
"Thank you for the encouragement."
"You're welcome," Lament replied in her usual deadpan tone.
I resisted the urge to facepalm.
I'm not going to collapse. I am a Goddess! A walking tank! An immortal powerhouse!
I have more energy than I know what to do with! So why not use it to build a giant black dick... Ahem, I mean tower of doom and despair?
"You're supposed to say something reassuring," I thought to Lament.
"Reassuringly," Lament replied, "you are... an idiot."
"I am not an idiot!"
"Then stop... being an idiot."
"Said the girl who spends her days imagining new ways to kill herself," I shot back.
"It's... more interesting... than... watching you waste yourself on a... glorified dick-measuring contest... with the sky."
A small chuckle escaped my lips. I love my emo daughter's wit. She's... more alive.
Higher still, the tower surged, now easily dwarfing the half-built walls of Fortune's Gate. The duplicate's design was mine through and through: more horny than the original Nightmare Tower, more obscene, a monument to sin and power. I made sure to add a few giant stone dicks, pussies, and breasts carved into the walls, just for the aesthetic.
Oh! Oh!... I even added three giant statues of myself at the very top of the tower. The same one I have inside my temple.
The female me, the pregnant me, and the futa me. The statues were massive, easily a hundred feet tall each, their bodies frozen in poses of divine dominance. My pregnant self's belly was so big and round, it looked like it was about to burst. My futa self's cock was standing proudly, pointing towards the heavens like a challenge. And my female self... let's just say she was in a very... compromising position with the other two.
The whole thing was ridiculous. And I loved it.
A ripple of stunned silence swept through my daughters, followed by a wave of breathless giggles and outright lustful cheers. One particularly bold succubus near the front actually dropped to her knees right there in the dirt, wings flaring as she stared up at the three massive statues of me crowning the tower.
"Mommy... you're so beautiful..." she moaned, her hands already wandering between her legs.
I grinned like an idiot. Damn right I was.
"It's... glorious," Queen Sylvana breathed, her emerald eyes wide with a fanatical light that was even more intense than usual. "A true testament to your divine power and creative spirit. The mortals will gaze upon it and weep, for they can never hope to create such a perfect fusion of art and might."
I shot her a mental thumbs-up. Sylvana got it. The elven bitch really became my number one fangirl after I enslaved her and Leaf fucked her brain out.
'I should give her a promotion or something.'
"Mom," Lilis cut in again, her voice strained this time, "the connection is stabilizing, but your reserves just hit critical. You need to—"
"Shhh. Mommy's having a moment."
The final surge hit like a thunderclap. The obsidian surface of the tower shimmered, the demonic carvings glowing with fresh infernal light as the last floors locked into place. A pulse of energy exploded outward, knocking loose dirt and pebbles into the air. The golden threads linking this new entrance to the original Nightmare Tower flared bright enough that even non-magical eyes could see the connection.
The rift above closed with a wet snap, then it was over.
The tower stood.
I wiped a drop of golden, glowing sweat from my forehead, panting heavily as I admired my masterpiece.
It was glorious. A dark, obsidian monolith rising into the heavens, complete with writhing demonic carvings, explicit stonework, and crowned by three massive, hundred-foot statues of me—the holy trinity of my divine forms—dominating the skyline. Adventurers were going to flock here. Some out of curiosity, some out of pure, uncontrollable horny, and all of them with full coin purses ready to be emptied.
"Capitalism at its finest."
"It's... subtle," Lilis's voice purred in my head, laced with dripping sarcasm and amusement. "I particularly like how your futa self's statue is visible from three whole kingdoms away. Truly a beacon of hope for the weary traveler."
"It establishes dominance, Lilis," I thought back, crossing my arms and puffing out my chest. "Marketing 101. You gotta give the customer a glimpse of the product."
"I... wonder... how long it would... take me to climb... up there and... jump off," Lament interjected thoughtfully, her calm, deadpan tone sending a fresh wave of exhaustion through me. I swear to everything that is horny, this daughter of mine will be the death of me.
"Don't you dare," I growled, both aloud and in my mind. "I didn't waste a small continent's worth of divine energy just so you could use it as a diving board. You stay grounded. Literally."
I can't deal with my emo girl. I'm too positive, and she's a walking void of despair. It's a cosmic mismatch.
With a sigh, I turned to Vicky and Sylvana, who were standing nearby, looking suitably impressed.
"Vicky, you handle the... official stuff. Papers, permits, zoning laws. Whatever the mortals require. I want a big, fancy 'Grand Opening' ceremony planned. Invitations sent out. Hype this up. Make it the event of the decade."
"Consider it done," Vicky nodded, her crimson eyes already calculating the political and economic opportunities. "A symbol of this magnitude cannot be ignored. The surrounding lords and merchant guilds will be tripping over themselves to forge alliances. We can extract a fortune in trade rights and tolls before they even realize they're paying for the privilege of being our neighbors."
"Good girl," I praised. "Sylvana, come with me. I need to speak to you in private."
"Oh!" Sylvana's emerald eyes lit up like twin stars, the sheer honor in her expression almost comical. "At your side, my Goddess. Always."