Mortal Goddess

Prologue

"You've done it, Mhilrim. You've done a taboo. Congratulations on your first evil deed, dearest sister." 

The tangy flavor of blood left a bad taste in my mouth as I spoke. But, it was nothing compared to the sword that was pierced into me, glowing a golden luminosity that did not even dissipate after being plunged into my stomach.

It was a backhanded attack I did not expect my eternally 'holy' sister would do after colluding with my very own descendant. My eyes crashed with violet ones, a color praised wherever I went. Those pair of irises were always filled with benevolence, but only displeasure shone through it at the present, an expression not new to me when facing my family.

Agony permeated my senses as I peered at the weapon stabbed into my body. It was the only thing that could kill me. A weapon given to us by Father to stop each other yet also forbidden to use.

My lips curled. I had already expected this result. Once I was unsealed from the abyss, only death would wait for me.

But.

I would not die alone. 

I would kill every single one of that damned race as long as my soul belonged to this world. Even centuries of being trapped in that abyss could not quench my thirst for the extinction of those vermins.

Yet who would have thought that my sister would jump on the wagon and kill me directly? Mhilrim appeared unbothered while my lips tilted higher. She knew the consequence of killing me. Soon, she would follow me to wherever the hell the dead gods went.

My eyelids shut as my soul was violently pulled out from the body I was possessing. In an instant, I was sucked into another place. Trepidation coursed through my body thinking that I would be back into the abyss that imprisoned me for the last decades.

But it was the opposite.

Stagnant water reigned my surroundings with hues of gray and thick rays of fog wafted in the air. I stepped forward, causing ripples as I walked with my feet floating above water that was as vast as an ocean.

Seconds passed as I traipsed into the unknown place until the fog became less dense and a figure emerged.

The man was the reincarnation of purity. Snow white skin and lustrous silver strands that dangled down to his feet were paired with impeccable white robes. His whole being exuded the divinity he possessed.

It has been centuries since I saw his human form. The very last time was when he separated my body and soul, condemning me to the abyss.

"Father," I called out but my head bent towards the ground.

It was better than seeing those deep black eyes that always looked like I was a disappointment. I was never friendly and easy-going like my sister. I was arrogant, just like how a certain bastard described me.

A memory suddenly sprang. I still remembered the exact moment I ripped that bastard's tongue and relished the satisfaction of his blood on my hands. He absolutely deserved it after he plotted with that bitch.

A woman whom I loathed deep in my bones - whose name was embedded in my soul. 

The only irony was I became someone I despised whose mind was full of schemes and greed but I could never compare to her. That human bitch was a master of deceit in hiding her toxic claws behind an innocent beauty.

So compelling and immaculate that she even enthralled the mighty god in front of me, making him succumb to her like a fool in love.

Clothes rustled as Father came near but I kept my gaze on my reflection in the water clouded with smoke. Just like how I hadn't seen Father's form for so long, I hadn't seen mine for ages either.