There was nothingness beyond nothing, and then there was light.

He felt his paws touch ground, felt the silky strands of his fur, which had been standing on end, settle over his body. He felt the air around him and in his lungs, the warmth of a strange sun and of his own lifeblood, the stretch of his own muscles as he wobbled, but remained standing...

...and then his eyes remembered what they were for, and he saw the huge set of mismatched eyes - one purple, one gold as sunlight - fixed upon him from less than six inches away.

There was no period of confusion, no half-formed memories. Joshua Fawkes, Lord Joshua, ex-deity and purple chested arctic fox, knew exactly who he was, and who he was looking at.

He gave an inarticulate scream, stumbling backwards as fast as he could, his blood flooding with ice-cold, white hot terror. Flee. Run. Run. His newly awoken mind had never, ever been so focused around one thing.

His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Goldeneye, uttered a low, rumbling chuckle, took two steps forward, and put his foot down on the escape attempt.

WHAM.

He remembered it. The first time they had met, and the last time as well. So, so heavy, and so hot, a great soft weight pressing his torso into the smooth stone. And even larger now, somehow. Colossal. One pad as big as a car, four toes like pillows of solid flesh and bigger than his whole body, silky fur in between. Absolute crushing domination.

"I would have thought," came a voice from far overhead, "that if there was anything which taught you how pointless trying to flee was, it would have been death."

"Nnnn..." Josh managed to groan in response. If he strained with all his might against the immense weight, he could just lift his head just enough to see the soft shaggy curve of the gryphon's belly above him. Goldeneye had been huge, twelve feet four inches and three tonnes of sleek feathered power, but this... this was impossible. The beast must have been three or four times larger than before. He whimpered, still foggy with sheer dread.

The paw crushing him shifted comfortably. "And I would have thought you would have remembered what happened if you didn't run, as well. Oh well. Welcome to the afterlife, Joshua."

The paw atop his back lifted slowly, tauntingly, and finally the fox's abused lungs could breathe. He wheezed, a flattened tangle of limbs and soft white fur, unable to speak for several minutes, let alone rise. His every fibre burned with terror and pain.

Slowly, patiently, Goldeneye flexed his toes and strode over to the little creature, collapsing upon his enormous flank. His stomach splayed out before Josh, an ocean of foot-long blue feather-fur, deep and thick enough to swallow him completely. A loud slosh came from deep, deep inside it, a complaint at its rough treatment. The vulpine cringed, remembering his last moments in his last life. More pain than could ever exist, heat, crushing darkness, and his very soul turned to nothing but raw power for the monstrous, avaricious abomination who now sat lazily, watching him gasp for breath.

A moment passed. Goldeneye's wreath of bronze glittered in the sun. This must be his Imperial Palace, a city-sized temple-palace of gargntuan proportions and finest golden stone. The fox finally regained enough breath to speak.

"I... you... you killed me."

The gryphon's eyes gleamed sadistically. "No. Wrong word. I... obliterated you. I destroyed every shred of your consciousness which had ever existed. I didn't tear your mind apart, Joshua, I swallowed it whole. There was nothing left at all."

"Then..." the fox slowly raised himself onto his elbows, "then why... why am I... why am I still alive?"

There was a deep, rumbling purr, and Goldeneye spoke. "It's not the afterlife, if that's what you're thinking. You didn't get one, little thing. Because, you see..." a massive avian claw scooped him up, pressing him against the wall of the gryphon's flank. The heat was nearly painful, and so intense that Josh couldn't even squirm, helplessly pinned against the powerful body of his captor.

"Mmm... you see, you aren't still alive. You are alive, sure, but little fox, you're not "still"." He lowered his head, enormous and cruel, his hooked beak resting on his shoulders so that their eyes could meet. "Josh is gone, Josh. There is nothing left of him."

"But... I..."

"You're Josh? Wrong." A talon which could shear steel stroked his ears tenderly. The gryphon's scaled forepaw gripped him a little tighter, the surface firm and dry. "You never were Josh."

He tried to squirm, tried to fight. Nothing. "What?

"Until about half an hour ago," Goldeneyepurred, "you were someone else entirely. You had your own mind, your own beliefs, your own family and friends and life. But... not any more. You see, I wanted to make Joshua hurt so much more." His voice hardened slightly. "So what if I won our little game? You think being utterly obliterated mind, body and soul was enough to satisfy me?"

Once again, his huge beak was mere inches away. Josh cowered.

"No. You will never suffer enough, Joshua. Never. But that won't stop me trying." His claw caressed the curve of the cringing vulpine's spine. "I took someone innocent and I sculpted their soul and their body and I turned them into you." His paw squeezed suddenly, crushing Josh into the immense heat of his gut. "And now I'm going to do to you everything I desired to do, without needing to do it quickly and claim your power."

A wet, hot tongue flicked out from between his bony beak, coiling around the vulpine's neck and tasting him from chin to navel. His belly gurgled.

"Shall we start by introducing you to an old friend?"

This is some gift art from Paradox043 of FA, which I tragically never uploaded, because I didn't want to do anything until I had a story to do it justice. It's also a sequel to Balance of Power, the first story featuring these two. Now then, let's make the little fox suffer for the rest of eternity, shall we? Hooray!

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