And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I And with that her smile was back again, soft and warm. In that moment, I felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world as long as we were together.
"Come here, you sweet, silly child." My mother's voice was full of warmth. Before I could even think of getting away, she suddenly snatched me up and promptly settled me down on her lap.
I tried to give her a serious glare, but she just closed her eyes, looking completely happy. I tried to squirm my way out of her death grasp, my little hands clawing at her arms, which were wrapped around me like steel bands.
I loved my mother, I really did, but yeah, no hugging. It was just too embarrassing.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I gave up and just settled for glaring at the side of her head while she ignored me, knowing I had bit off more than I could chew. I shouldn't have buttered her up so much with compliments.
I shifted on her lap to make myself more comfortable, trying my best not to press too much against her breasts. It was an uncomfortable task, seeing how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face directly into them.
"Now, as I was saying," she began, holding me close. "Yes, I was an angel. One of my tasks was to watch over Heaven, and I did that quite happily. I never wanted for anything. I never desired anything other than to serve my Father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the… system… after our Father's death."
I was very curious about that last part, but I made sure to stay quiet. I could see her lips quivering a little when she spoke of it, and I didn't want to open old wounds for her.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, created a way to increase our numbers. You see, we are not meant to… ah, participate in… copulation." She finished the sentence with great effort, her cheeks turning a bright pink.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable thing? Though, did she even realize that an average six-year-old shouldn't know words like 'copulation'?
"If we do, we will fall from Heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels," she continued, her voice strained. "But my brother created a special way which let a select few… copulate… without falling." She said the word again as if it caused her pain.
Damn, my mother was way too innocent for this world.
"As long as both partners do it out of pure love, without a single… impure thought… an angel may join with another without falling. But both of them had to do many holy rituals before and after. I never thought about it too much, of course. I was a seraph, and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself for the hardest part.
"When we first met, I did not like him. That was rare for me. But that… person… he was a bad man, Mikael. A cheater who was unfaithful to his wife, knowing full well that he was hurting her. A rapist who forced himself on anyone he desired. I have judged many mortal men, and I have seen the dirtiest of them. But I have always felt pity for them. This was the first time I truly disliked someone, and he was not a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn. So I was the child of a god? Wait, did that make me a god too? Then why was I only a 'tier 1' being in my status? The system never gave me much information, but I knew that a god was at the very peak of this world's power. Was I crippled or something?
And my father was starting to sound like a random, one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got some kind of redemption arc before he became my dad. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. That's too much bad rep to live with.
"He tried to court me, and I rejected him. But he was too powerful for Heaven to have as an enemy. We refused to back down and were willing to fight if he pushed us, but I did not want a war. So, I gave him a chance. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, are you really telling your six-year-old son this? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting mortal sites, and doing everyday things. We repeated the same ritual every time: me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself on me once during that time, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His, and his brothers'. The demigods. Have you read about the devil rankings?"
The question came so suddenly that I had to think for a moment to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than one book for me when I was a baby. One of them described a huge, great war between the three factions: Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written down in detail.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book," I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered one of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil. The most powerful of them even reached the ultimate-class. And there were dozens of them."
"The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been… terrible. Millions of people died before the Greek gods finally stepped in and stopped the madness."
"Then, only twenty years later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities were destroyed, whole countries were left suffering, just because a bunch of teenage kids wanted to know whose father was better."
"The other pantheons of gods were not amused. They asked the three elder Olympian brothers to not have children with mortals again if they could not control them. The brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing an oath on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the demigod children were hunted down by monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful beings."
"Zeus was devastated. His queen, on the other hand, was overly happy, which made him even angrier. I comforted him as best as I could, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I was finally changing him."
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