Cascading Divine Light

Requested by my patron Oloshadow. Thanks to Akane and OmniScribbler for beta reading and additional contributions.

The image I used is of an apparently unnamed elven OC by solar (happymonk) on Pixiv. 

All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me, and above the age of 18.

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TRANSCRIPT:
Excuse me a moment, traveler. I've heard tales of your exploits--never a dull moment with you, it seems. Your name has been on the lips of practically everyone in the world. So naturally, I wanted to meet you for myself.
Your description ranges from unstoppable juggernaut to tireless multi-tasker to even all-loving saint. While not inaccurate assessments, I believe they're lacking a certain... je ne sais quoi.
I can learn more about you through your eyes than you know about yourself. It should be impossible, yes, but that word has never meant much to me.
Your confusion is understandable. I may be an elf, but I'm unlike any others you've encountered before.  My name is Lynn: elven mother goddess of light, life, creation, love, pleasure, fertility, and probably several others I'm forgetting. Simple name for someone with so many profound titles, eh? I'll never not be amused by that decidedly human reaction. Anyway, suffice it to say all elves revere me, and with good reason--I created them and the universe eons ago.
To be clear though, I only created the elves. You humans and the other races are all the results of evolution. For the longest time, I was certain the elves were the ultimate form of life, but then you humans came into the picture, evolving into remarkably elvenoid forms and rivaling their power--both in terms of magic and physical might. You in particular made quite a name for yourself, piquing my interest.
So I set up trials for you, fully expecting you to perish or give up. Not only did neither happen, but you wound up awakening entirely unforeseen powers of your own, excelling far beyond my expectations! Your species--and more specifically you--are destined for great things....
Broadly speaking, your potential is nigh-limitless, but more immediately... well, I think we're on the same page in that regard. I don't need god powers to tell you've been trying not to ogle me this whole time. It's quite alright, though--I know I'm breathtaking. I am, after all, the very definition of beauty and sexuality for any elvenoid. That's not vanity speaking, simply fact. And on the subject of fact, you are unquestionably the best of the best and I am the most powerful being to ever exist. We're a perfect match, wouldn't you say?
Well, mostly perfect. For all your talents and skills, you're still mortal and quite vulnerable to me. But, I do know of a way past that: the Empyrean. If I bring you there, your potential will be realized, shattering your mortal chains and allowing you to transcend reality as you understand it and achieve apotheosis. Only then will you be able to join with me in an eternal symphony of rapture and love that will make even your greatest sexual experience seem like cheap fellatio from an inexperienced courtesan by comparison.
...only if you want it, of course. What do you think?