A month had passed since her glorious shadow was cast over the planet. The once blue sky had been stained by inky black, forever blotting out the sun as the ground below was drowned in an infinite darkness. Despite this, nature continued to flourish as willed by the world's new ruler.
Flowers, trees and grass lived on unaffected by this lack of natural light, evolving and changing in an instant as they were pumped full of the goddess' darkness. Without sunlight, plant life was altered to use the shadow orbs that hovered in the air as energy, doubling as nutrients. Because of this, fauna remained relatively unaffected. The food chain remained stable as herbivores could still find their natural sources of food.
What had truly been affected by the dawn of this new era of shadow was humanity. No longer was everyone free to decide what kind of life they lived. Now, Goddess Lyra made that choice for you. Whether you wanted it or not, you would serve her.
At the genesis of her reign, Lyra still seemed unsure of the true extent of her powers. She had seen first-hand what she could do: manipulation of minds and even bodies, not to mention bringing the planet to its knees, but she still had no clue how far she could push it. As a result, for the first few days after her domination of the globe, she simply left the masses idly worshipping her.
Everywhere she walked, their would be dozens of men and women taking their place on the filthy ground as the footsteps of her royal feet approached. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour at the thought that everyone, everywhere was doing this. They were worshipping her. No one else. Just her.
She began experimenting, transforming slaves into whatever she saw fit. "Ahahaha~" she'd giggle as their bodies were consumed by her shadowy power, warping like playthings wrapped around her finger.
A hand on her hip, she'd watch on as one man transformed into a small puppy, a reflection of what his mind had become under her influence. It eagerly bound over to its mistress, to which she leaned down and petted its head. "Whose a good boy?" she asked in a demeaning tone, knowing the man she had enthralled was still in there.
The next person she experimented with was transformed into a fluffy, black pillow which she would keep on her throne. Already she knew his mouth was watering at the concept of being beneath her perfect ass for the rest of his existence. Occasionally she would even rest her feet upon it, allowing the pillow to hug around the curve of her sole as it sunk into the fabric.
After a few days of playing with her new toys, an idea suddenly crossed her mind. Sitting in her crystalline throne with her head leaning against her hand, she began talking to her pets.
"Wouldn't you all agree that a queen needs a palace?" she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. The crowd of at least a hundred people all nodded vigorously, to which her smirk widened. "Then give me one."
With an amused grin, she cast a swarm of her dark orbs upon a crowd which knelt before her, gazing with lust as they melted into a puddle of darkness. Soon they merged into a single mass, eventually moving and wrapping around the throne of the goddess. She simply leant back expectantly, flipping her pitch black hair over her shoulder as the shadowy mass completely encircled her. It began expanding, forming a long hallway in which pillars of pure dark energy rose from the ground. Lyra gasped with surprise as her throne began to raise upwards with the pillars, soon stopping about halfway to the ceiling of the structure. A staircase of the same dark energy manifested at the foot of her throne, connecting to the ground where there was now a carpet of the black mass.
