Velmora couldn’t move.Her body felt as if it were being pulled by sothing unseen, while Lilith’s distant gaze pressed tighter and tighter against her chest. Her heart pounded—not out of fear, but sothing far deeper.Sothing that made her want to cry... yet also scream.But her body offered no resistance. It floated closer and closer toward Lilith.And when only a few steps remained, Lilith opened her arms—like a mother welcoming her child ho.Tears spilled from Velmora’s eyes before she even realized it, and in the next breath... she collapsed into Lilith’s embrace.
"My child," Lilith whispered softly, her voice echoing directly into Velmora’s soul. "Stop fighting the pain between pride and disgrace."
Velmora’s body trembled violently. Her lips parted, but no sound ca out. Her chest was tight. Those words struck like a whip... and yet, they also embraced her like warmth.
"You haven’t lost your dignity just because you don’t want to be alone," Lilith continued, gently stroking her hair. "You have no one left. No people to protect... no throne to sit upon."
Velmora bit her lip, tears now flowing freely. "I... I’m a Queen... I..."
"Be just a woman," Lilith cut in—her voice deep, like both a prayer and a curse. "Your people, now gone... they would understand. They wanted you to live. They wanted you to be happy."
The embrace tightened.Velmora couldn’t hold it anymore—she broke.She cried.Her body collapsed fully in Lilith’s arms.Not as a Queen.Not as a monster.But as a woman...With a serpent’s cunt.
Velmora’s sobs had begun to fade, though her body remained limp in Lilith’s embrace.The room felt strange now—silent, yet not empty.The air had grown heavy, thick with sothing unseen... whether it was mories, sorrow, or hopes yet to be born.
Slowly, Velmora pulled away from the embrace.Her eyes were still wet, but her gaze had changed—clearer now.Full of doubt... and yet, behind it, a desire she had only just now dared to acknowledge.
"...If I," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "if I wanted a child too... would that be possible...?"
Lilith looked at her.Her smile remained gentle, but sothing flickered in her eyes—sothing deep and unknowable.
"If Nathan continues to evolve..." she said, her eyes drifting toward the towering figure in the distance, "...if his power keeps growing... then his seed will be strong enough... to give you a child."
Velmora turned toward Nathan.His giant form still lood, enveloped in wild, radiant energy that seed too pure to contain.But his eyes—even from afar—looked vacant, as if he were lost deep within himself.
He heard it all.But he didn’t respond.He remained silent.
His mind was adrift, scattered into fragnts.Everything that once felt ridiculous, absurd, soaked in lust and reckless bravado... now felt distant.Now, he stood at the center of this sacred chaos—surrounded by won who called him father, husband, bearer of seeds for the future.
This wasn’t a harem anymore.This was a family.
The headache, the pressure, the absurdity... it all coiled into a tight, indescribable knot in his chest.And yet, within that storm of emotion, one feeling began to seep in:
Responsibility.
But not the kind known to an ordinary man.No...This was the responsibility of sothing more.
Sothing beyond human.
Nathan sat motionless.The air around him shimred faintly, disturbed by the energy radiating from his no-longer-human form—soft waves of power clung to his skin like smoke that refused to burn out.
But inside...His head was full. Too full.
Velmora wanted a child from him.Domina was already a mother.Lilith—like so divine puppeteer—kept twisting reality into sothing... he couldn’t comprehend.
Nathan lowered his head slightly.His fists clenched.His breath grew heavier.
"What’s happening to ..." he thought, his inner voice quiet but seething. "This isn’t the life I imagined... not the future I ever wanted..."
But deep down, beneath the weight of denial...He knew that was a lie.
"You know this isn’t a nightmare, Nathan..." a whisper slithered from within his own mind. "This... is sothing you embraced the mont you touched their world. You welcod it."
Suddenly, the images ca.
Domina, with that maternal expression he had never seen on her before.Velmora, crying, begging for a future he never imagined.Livia, confused... but she never ran.And Lilith—Lilith, standing like the crimson thread binding it all together.
Nathan looked at his own hands.Massive. Twisted. Unfamiliar.But powerful.Power that kept growing—without direction, without limit.
"I’ve changed. But into what...?"
His chest tightened.But it wasn’t fear.It wasn’t rage either.
It was... emotion.Deep. Heavy.And painful—because it felt real.
"If this is a family... then what am I supposed to be? A father? A leader? A god? A pet? Their toy... or..."
His thoughts spiraled, sinking deeper.But at the edge of that vortex... a small voice remained.Faint, fragile—nearly drowned.
"...Or was I made for this?"
Nathan closed his eyes.Accepting that this world... could never be predicted.
Outside the Tower – Blue Fang Guild Headquarters
The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of monitoring equipnt lining the walls.At the center, Ulrich sat upright behind a long steel desk, his sharp gaze fixed on the floating holographic screens before him.
The automatic door slid open.
David entered with brisk steps, his expression tense.He looked exhausted, but his eyes burned with urgency—sothing important. Sothing imdiate.
Ulrich turned toward him. "You’re here again. Is this about the Vortex Subject?"
David stood at attention in front of him. "Yes. It’s Nathan."
Ulrich exhaled, his right hand reaching out to shut down several of the nearby screens."I thought you already reported he survived—that his body wasn’t completely destroyed after being pulled into the dinsional vortex?"
David gave a slow nod. "I did... but now I know why he’s still alive."
Ulrich narrowed his eyes. "Explain."
David lowered his head briefly, as if still grappling with the weight of his own words. Then, with a heavy voice, he said:
"He was with a woman. That woman... had a repair-type skill."
The room dropped several degrees.
Ulrich went silent. Then slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming the cold tal desk.
"A repair skill..." he murmured. "That’s... not a normal classification. That doesn’t show up in any of the modern systems."He stared at David, his gaze razor-sharp. "Are you certain?"
David nodded once. "Yes. This ca directly from Nathan’s mother."
Ulrich’s expression shifted. Instantly.
"...David."
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