Mary-Sue Final: Revelations
by Mr. GreyMan thegreygreyman@gmail.com
This story was edited by Michael-Leonard


"Is goodness loved by the gods because it is good, or is it good because it is
loved by the gods?" - Socrates to Euthyphro

The humongous Succubus Queen Mary-Sue lounged idly as she gorged herself on
tortured souls. Trillions of them at a time went down her super-hot gullet.
They held no calories, adding only power to her fiery form. She was absolutely
massive, and only growing. She was completeness and emptiness, salvation
through damnation. Her devastatingly flawless legs now seemed to span hundreds
of feet, even in Hell where distance held no meaning. Her despoiling hips,
breasts, lips, everything about her was overpoweringly seductive and
impressive. Her scent, which was more powerful than all of the aphrodisiacs in
reality, filled all of Hell. She was an exaggerated example of pure
temptation, an oversexed goddess to whom mortals - men and woman alike - would
beg to lose their souls. Nothing could resist her, and anything would give her
everything without even being asked. Her skin, which used to be porcelain
perfection, was now white hot and seemed almost to scorch the eyes to look
upon. Her hair also burned a sultry pink in Hell's flickering light, as did
her heart-shaped mark. They were symbols of her unquestionable majesty and
domination.

With an effortless flick of her dynamic wrist she could destroy even a Prince
of the Abyss. She had already demonstrated this the first few times one had
challenged her utter supremacy. To serve her was now an unquestionable
imperative. Even demons no longer could resist what was she was becoming. With
each soul consumed, she grew to be more and more of what she was: Larger than
existence; the object of pure untainted lust. Undeniable and unstoppable,
after all why should she stop? All that mattered was her. Everything else was
so far beneath her as to not warrant notice, and all of reality was slowly
learning this simple truth.

Her silvery eyes flashed dangerously as terrified emaciated devils and gaunt
demons scurried back and forth bringing her all of the souls within Hell. They
all bore her mark and knew that if they displeased her, they would be her next
meal -- and they suspected they might be anyway once the damned souls ran out.
Mary-Sue was devouring vigintillions of them faster than they were coming in,
and no one could guess what she would do when they were all consumed. The
denizens of Hell knew this did not matter. They could not deny her anything
anymore. On her whim they live and died. Their existence was hers to do with
as she pleased, but how could it have come to this, they asked themselves. How
indeed.

Before. Mary-Sue stood outside the gates to Heaven as the Saint with the keys
berated her. She let it wash over her, knowing he would pay when the time
came, as all that had defied her would. Saint Peter spoke in his rasping
voice. 
"Heaven is not for the likes of you, but for the humble. You don't even
know the meaning of that word anymore." 
"What do I have to be humble about?"
retorted Mary-Sue. "I am better than everything else. That is not vanity, but
a fact." 
The Saint scoffed, "See what I mean? Moving on, do you know what's
happened to Earth since you left it? Complete social collapse. Everyone is
branding that stupid mark over your left eye for themselves to show their
support. Many are outside your Park Avenue mansion praying for you to come
back to them, but too scared to enter it. It's now a temple to the false idol
that is you, Mary-Sue. Also," he continued, "people are killing each other for
your stupid cookies that you never bothered to tell anyone else how to make.
You made that whole planet completely dependent on you and then you just up
and left." 
Mary-Sue just rolled her eyes. "So? Why should I care what happens
to them? I get to decide who is worthy of my time and who is not." 
"Like those billions of mages you absorbed? I mean, we're not exactly fans of magic up
here, but, really, billions of souls?" 
"They would have gladly given their lives for me. Why don't you ask them," Mary-Sue 
said confidently. 
"Gee," he said sarcastically, "I would, but, you know, you ate their souls, so I can't,
can I?" The Saint continued, "That seer should never have seen you in his
pools. It was not peace he saw, but the Apocalypse. He was trying to shave off
the inevitable, and in so doing clung to an iniquitous path. You were a
possibility never meant to become realized; a hybrid that was never meant to
be. Your very existence is an affront to the natural order." 
"Really," he continued, but this time Mary-Sue felt as if he was talking to someone else;
some unseen force. "This whole thing is ridiculous. I mean, I'm the only other
character to be given a real name, and not a single character other than
Mary-Sue got a proper description this whole time. Everything else is
basically described only by its relationship to her, as if she was the only
focus. What does a normal Philosphite or Amazinine even look like?" He then
seemed to be talking to Mary-Sue again, "Do you know?" 
"What?" Mary-Sue felt a little confused all of a sudden; she had no idea what this 
senile old man was talking about. "Yes, of course I do. A Philosphite is frail and smart 
and an Amazinine is strong and has wings." 
The Saint laughed." That's all you got? Wings and frailty? Really, what does one look like? 
Heck, what did the seer look like? What was his name? Who were your classmates?" 
Mary-Sue did not feel like answering such a stupidly obvious questions. 
When she did not respond Saint Peter said smugly, "That's what I thought." Mary-Sue 
knew she would wipe that insolence out of him. 
He continued: "Anyway, in case you did not guess, you're going to Hell. Take that one with 
you." He pointed behind Mary-Sue and as she turned she saw the Faceless One, still wearing 
her face, who waved at her impishly. 
Suddenly a hole opened in the clouds and Mary-Sue and the Faceless One were falling together.

It was, apparently, a long boring fall from Heaven to Hell.

As they fell the Faceless One would not shut up. Mary-Sue decided she would
tolerate its ranting only as long as the purgatory-like fall lasted. 
"I did it all for you, you know," the Faceless One was saying as they
fell."Merry-Melody-Solemnity-Twilight- Resplendence-Theresa-Sumptuous-Suzanne
was always complaining about how difficult her responsibility was. She was
always telling me how she wished she did not have the burden. I was jealous of
her, of course, but I loved her too. That's the problem with you Mary-Sues,"
it ranted almost to itself. "Everything must love you, other than authoritative 
old men, of course. 
The Faceless One raved on as Mary-Sue listened stoically. 
"I needed to sever your ties with others so that you could be free. I knew the humans 
would make you callous; that was my plan all along. You see, despite myself, I wanted 
to make you happy." It explained almost plaintively, "You complained about your 
responsibility, but I know what the real problem was, your empathy. You cared too much 
for those around you. You were too close to them. Only wanting to do what was right for 
them. You burden was not responsibility, but kindness. They raised you to be what they 
thought was the perfect leader, overloaded with compassion for those under you. But,
you did not have to be a pious leader, you just needed to be a leader. A tyrant does 
not need to care, but under one there still is peace. 
"I formed my own plan separate from the naive Council. I could help you by hurting you. It
was perfect to feed my jealousy... and my love." The Faceless one said that last part softly, 
almost as if it meant it. 
"You're lying," was all Mary-Sue said. 
"Probably." It giggled a little in Mary-Sue's own musical laugh. "It is what I do." 
"Why are you still wearing my face anyway, don't you have one of your own?" 
"Not really," it said casually, "I even made myself forget who or what I am, makes 
it easier. But, this is not really your face anyway."
Mary-Sue gave the Faceless One a cold hard stare. 
"No really," it said defensively. "Each of the Council members gave you a boon, remember. 
I was the most powerful illusionist of all time, what do you think my gift was?" 
The Faceless One paused dramatically, but when Mary-Sue did not answer, it
continued: "It was your looks, of course. The seer thinks he is the first one
to have seen your perfection, but actually, it was I. I made your face long
ago as the mastery of my craft; the ultimate illusion: perfect flawless
beauty. I was actually upset at the seer when he showed your countenance for
the first time. I thought that idiot had somehow duplicated my work. But, when
he explained everything to us I realized what I was to do. Only I could grant
you such loveliness. It was your destiny to be given everything of worth, even
my greatest achievement. But we're dead now, so I guess it does not matter."

Mary-Sue just said plainly, "This is only a minor setback. When we get to Hell
the first thing I will do is absorb your essence, and than I will take the
place over. It will probably take me a month, tops." The Faceless One just
looked at her, and started to laugh; prettily at first, in Mary-Sue's voice,
then with the edge of madness to it.

Mary-Sue had been right about the first part, but wrong about the second. She
had eaten the Faceless One's soul first, but it did not take her a month to
subjugate Hell; it had taken her less than a week.

Now she was the Succubus Queen of the Damned. The emaciated demons were
running out of souls to feed her, but they could not stop. They knew if they
slowed for even a second, she would devour them in her gluttony and wrath. She
was so immensely powerful now she didn't need them; she just delighted in
their servitude. She was created to lead, and she wanted minions under her.
Trillions of souls every moment were being fed to her, faster than the wicked
were dying. She was insatiable. As she ate, her already immeasurable might
grew, as did she her body, a temple to her own pleasure and perfection.

The demons ran around frantically, finding the last few souls in Hell to stuff
down her waiting sensual mouth as she reclined on a throne of countless
skulls. When they had finally completely exhausted the supply of souls, they
threw themselves on the burning ground, begging her. Everything about her now
demanded obedience. These demons begged her ? not to spare them, but to give
them new orders. Pleading with her to tell them what to do. Should they throw
themselves into her mouth next? While non- existence would be horrible because
in that state they could no longer serve her, they would prefer it to her
going one moment without her desires being fulfilled. Mary-Sue lazily listened
to their pleas. She let them become more and more hysteric and desperate.
Without her orders and guidance their demonic lives were unbearable; they need
to serve her, to do everything and anything to make her happy. That if she
would only notice them again, their existence would be complete. They told her
that by not issuing new edicts she was denying them meaning. 
At that she laughed, the sound indescribable. In that laugh was all hopes and 
dreams, all wants and desires. In a voice that brought Hell itself to its knees she said:
"Your lives have no meaning. Only I have meaning. Only I matter, and in my
ecstasy is your worth. My pleasure your purpose." 
All of the demons groveled before her, telling her how correct she was, and how 
insignificant and trivial they were. But, still, they begged her to punish them for their 
insolence, to do anything to them. Again she laughed at their sniveling, the sound
overwhelming all with its resonance.

At that, Mary-Sue rose. Flames licked off her and danced around her. Her
movements were unhallowed sacred poetry. Salvation and damnation were in each
sway of her womanly hips. Each jiggle of her colossal breasts was the epitome
of desire, and of need unfulfilled. Reality itself bent to her implacable will
as she walked through it.

The citizens of Earth had gathered around Mary-Sue's 100-story crystal
mansion, but none had dared go inside. All bore her mark, a heart-shaped burn
over their left eye. They implored to her, pleading to her to come back to
them. As they prayed a Hell-mouth opened around Mary-Sue's block sized
mansion. It sunk into the abyss and something even more immensely monstrous
came out. As Mary-Sue rose, a cheer came from the gathered crowd. But,
crushing awe was soon all they could feel as more of her magnificence came
into view. She smelled of burning love mixed with pure lust. 
Her hair was like a mistress's whip of pink fire. Her lashes were thick forests of 
passion. Her silvery eyes seared all souls as she looked at the assemblage, taking 
what remained of their feeble wills. Her tempestuous lips were hot red rubies, her
teeth so bright you felt them leeching the color out of you. Her burning white
skin would take more than just your color; it took everything you had. Her
stately neck redefined regality. 
It seemed to take eternity for her massive mammaries to come fully into view, 
but as they did the crowed lost it. They were so mammoth they almost did not fit 
through the block-sized Hell portal. Mary-Sue's bare breasts were everything you 
had ever wanted and nothing you could ever have, because she had them instead. 
Her arms were the perfection femininity, but all could see they held the strength of 
countless souls. With a movement of her long deft hands, she could take anything 
from anyone - not that there was need, for every one would gladly give Mary-Sue 
everything. Her crimson nails were sharp enough to rend reality, but something was 
so soft and sultry about her perfect fingers. Her abs made diamonds seem like crumbling
shale. Her wide flawless hips promised salvation, but gave nothing. Her bottom
was the shape of an extra-large sumptuous heart. Her butt was need and desire
made fiendish flesh. Her lengthy legs then began to come into view; the pink
fire between them was the gate to eternal ecstasy -- and to misery manifest. If
it took an eternity for Mary- Sue's tantalizing breasts to rise completely, it
was indescribable the time it took her long powerful womanly legs to be fully
seen. Pillars of strength and supremacy, they were adorned with the only
clothing Mary-Sue now wore: long, red, spiked-stiletto sandal heels, showing
off her perfectly panted toes. Her colossal feet were clearly made for
stepping on lesser beings, and all beings were her lessers. 
Over 100 stories tall, Mary-Sue stood in her full undeniable spender and dominance. 
Her pleasure was your pain -- and you'd beg her to dispense it, if only to have her
attention for a moment. She was reality's dominatrix. 
She barely seemed to notice the gathered multitude as she looked to the stars. 
Then, in an exquisite moment, Mary-Sue simply took one-third of all that reality had:
one-third of the plants, one-third of the water, one-third of the light, and
one-third of the lives; all this she took unto herself as trumpets could be
heard. 
The energy she stole poured into her. What she had been when she entered this 
plane was nothing compared to what she was becoming. Complete control was hers. 
The feeling of one-third of all that could have function becoming part of her was ecstasy, 
unimagined and uncompromisable. She would have taken everything instead of just a 
third, but it was her wish that her thralls have something left so they could make even 
more for her

Everything was her slave now. Her image was omnipresent. All art was for her
and about her. Paintings, statues, poetry and pose, all of it now created
exclusively to venerate Mary-Sue. It could be no other way, since all thoughts
were also for Mary-Sue. Dreams and hopes were now only to create something she
would take. A person's true aspiration was now to do everything one could to
give and give to Mary-Sue's insatiability.

Philosophers pondered questions such as: Could Mary-Sue create a statue of
herself even more lovely than herself? The answer was: Of course she could,
but she would also still be lovelier than it.

Mary-Sue was all-powerful, so she did not need to have slaves, but it was her
desire to be the object of desire and her desire was all that mattered. Across
reality children were being taught that it was the meaning of life to work
themselves to death creating joy for Mary-Sue and that, in death, their souls
would fuel her glory. Obedience to Mary-Sue was not a question, but the
ultimate answer.

This was now the purpose of all reality: to add to what she had. Energy,
material wealth, pleasure and power, created only to be given as sacrifice to
Mary-Sue. All creatures: demons, Philosphites, Amazinines, humans and all
others, would work together towards giving her more and more. They would
worship only her, and carry her mark branded on their faces. The universe
would be in perfect harmony laboring in that one endless goal: the Forever
Peace, Mary-Sue's Elation. Mary-Sue was clad in stars and planets. She was the
beginning and end of the universe's purpose, the alpha and the omega. The
water of life was her blood; no light shown except on her radiance. Her
supreme body shook the Heavens; her haughty laughter was forever.

There was only one task left before Mary-Sue could let reality service her for
all time, before the Forever Peace could begin.

Outside the pearly gates the goddess Mary-Sue appeared before the insolent
Saint Peter. He was speechless as her divine foot came slowly down, crushing
him into the void. A single tear fell from his eyes as he watched that
flawless godly foot come down upon him. When Mary-Sue was done grinding all he
had been into the clouds, she picked up the keys to Heaven. Looking at them
she seemed to be thinking for a long moment, her fiery silver eyes a
bottomless blue. Then she looked at the gates and fence of Heaven. All things
were defined by their relationship to her, and in her the indefinable found
definition. She traced the size and shape of Heaven, making it 1500 miles
square; a prison. Then, looking contemptuously at the locked gates,
deliberately, she crushed the keys in her hands. They melted to nothingness
from her splendid radiance.

In a magnanimous all-powerful voice that could not be denied, could not be
resisted she declared: "Those contained in old Heaven's prison will never know
what it is to serve beatific me, to cater to my holy wants, to see my sacred
pleasure from their hard labor, to sacrifice everything to my sacrosanct
pride. Heaven, perfect bliss, can now only be found through feeding my
hallowed avarice and in my exalted service. All other joy is false,
blasphemous, and nonexistent. Not being able to give everything one is to
Mary-Sue is torment without end. This Heaven is now defined as Hell."

All heard the Omnipotent words of Mary-Sue and knew they were now Truth.