The Clown's Harem

Solomon White fled into the night city, leaving the commotion of the palace behind him.

He could hear it even now as he stepped fast across the pavement, heading towards where he had left his horse Lavender.

His body was drained of all its energy. It seemed that when depleting your vein power, the magic relied on your physical and mental strength.

Just keep moving... He thought to himself, as he stayed close to the shadows.

...

Lucy Windelle listened carefully to the sounds happening on the floor above her.

She had previously heard the sounds of battle, followed by cries coming from the people of the palace.

They mentioned Badrick’s name, and how the man had supposedly killed his best friend, the Prince.

Lucy knew this wasn’t correct. She was well aware of the true culprit of the Prince’s death, and if she knew anything about the culprit, he had probably staged it in a way that made it appear as though Badrick had done it.

The Clown; God of Information.

She found herself admiring the god deep within her heart. She knew that the Clown was an incredible being, but perhaps she had underestimated him all this time.

In a mere matter of days, he had managed to deal with Lucy’s problem; her marriage to the Prince.

There was no way it could go ahead now...

As she thought these thoughts, a knock came at her door. Before she could answer, it slammed open.

There, she found King Henry, her father, standing there dressed in his royal attire, but with a dishevelled look about him. It seemed he had just woken up.

"Lucy... Thank the goddess you’re safe. You must come quickly, Prince Godrick, he’s..."

Lucy was not surprised, yet she feigned shock. Her hand reached to her mouth as though she couldn’t believe it.

"I-it can’t be..."

"I know my dear... Just after our lovely dinner as well. Curse the devil, but you must come quickly! We must return home before we are made a target of this sick murderer. They’re saying it’s the Prince’s best friend, can you believe it? His own friend!"

Lucy simply followed along with her father’s every word as she quickly slipped into her dress, gathered her things and followed him outside to the chariot.

She was about to start heading back home, to the Olaria Kingdom, but only one thing was on her mind...

Where are you now, Mister Clown?

...

Solomon White rode his horse through the night, pushing it hard. Luckily, due to its demonic nature, it seemed to never tire.

If, for some reason, he was being chased, they would have to be blessed by a god in order to catch him.

...

It didn’t take long for him to reach back home. The Olaria Kingdom was without commotion, as they were yet to hear the news of what had happened.

His journey was long, and the sun was already beginning to rise as the night came to an end.

Solomon left his horse at the stables he had brought it from to rest, and then returned to his familiar circus tent.

It felt relaxing, to be back home where he had belonged. He wished to ponder on the previous night’s events and think of what might happen in the future. However, he was too tired.

All he could do was plop himself down on his bed made from pink clouds and fall asleep instantly.

...

He awoke to a strange feeling stirring up inside of him.

Solomon rose from his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. One glance around and he knew it was morning.

He had barely caught a wink of sleep, but this feeling had woken him up. It took a moment for him to realise what it was.

As he looked into the stands, he found not just one, but three figures sitting there, waiting for their prayers to be answered by the Clown.

Immediately, Solomon was taken by surprise. It was the first time he had seen more than one person in the stands, and he wondered in which order to answer them.

Before he could think any further, one rose without waiting. She strutted confidently over to the seat opposite Solomon and sat down.

Ahh, I believe I know who this is. Do I even have the energy for these meetings?

The pink clouds began to fade away from the figure, revealing a naked woman with red hair, and a scar on one of her eyes.

She held a sword in her hand that had flowers dancing around its blade, and one leg crossed over the other, hiding her lower region from Solomon’s sight. Her breasts sat there perfectly, and her waist was as slender as before.

There was a smile on her face. One of mischief and seduction.

Solomon, despite his tiredness, flashed a smile of his own and leaned back in his chair confidently.

"Juniper. A pleasure it is to see you again." He said smugly.

The goddess’s smile grew wider as she leaned on her sword, which was pierced into the ground.

"Mister Clown. You seem to have caused quite a commotion in the physical world."

"Ah, nothing too serious. Just taking life when it needs to be taken."

Juniper raised a brow. "Isn’t that the role of the God of Death?"

"He’s dead, isn’t he?"

Solomon’s swift remarks pleasantly caught the woman off guard.

The two stared at each other for a while, the tension of gods hanging between them.

"I watched the way you used my powers. They were... Interesting. However, you did not kill Badrick as I asked. Though I will say you have left him in a situation that is probably worse than death." Juniper then explained.

Interesting... What a great way to describe using the powers of restoration to explode a man’s eyeballs.

Solomon could have killed Badrick, but he knew that he needed to frame someone for the murder.

Badrick was his best option, and he hoped that the goddess would accept the fate he has created for the man. Besides, it was likely he would be executed anyway.

"Will you be allowing me to keep these powers, then?" He asked hopefully, but still keeping his confidence.

Juniper thought for a moment, so Solomon used the chance to admire her body.

As beautiful as ever...

"I guess I could, if we were to come to some sort of agreement." The goddess answered.

"I’m open to agreements."

Juniper nodded her head towards Solomon’s lower region. The gesture made him feel self-conscious, but he dared not show it.

"If you promise to frequently pleasure me with your thing, as you did before, then these powers are all yours."

"..."

It was hardly an agreement worth thinking over. Solomon remembered his time with the powerful, red-haired beauty. In his own heart, he looked forward to when he would be able to explore her again. Little did he knew that she had been feeling the same.

"You have yourself a deal, o’ great goddess of restoration."