|His mental state appears to be elevated, My Goddess. Even if you proceed with your plans for the Demon Lord... it is unlikely Van Hellix will succumb.| Dauz reported, his voice steady as he knelt before her in the grand throne room of Arataxia, beneath the towering arches of her temple.
|It appears as though the battle with that wretch... Caused the [Seed Of Darkness] to evolve further.|
Her fingers dug into the armrest of her throne with a crack—splintering marble and stone beneath her grip.
[I am aware,] she replied through gritted teeth, a slow, measured breath hissing between her lips. Her voice dropped lower, colder. [You were right, Dauz. Kota was useless—worthless. His battle did nothing but fuel Van Hellix's growth.]
A silence hung in the throne room, heavy and expectant. Then, her gaze shifted—cold, calculating—toward the sealed figure of Magus suspended before her.
[Desperate times...] she whispered, her voice carrying a twisted edge, [call for desperate measures.]
|My Goddess?| Dauz tilted his head, uncertainty flickering in his tone.
[Leave us.]
|...As you command.| He bowed low, retreating from the chamber. The doors closed behind him with a heavy thud.
The Goddess rose slowly, her steps echoing across the vast chamber. She circled Magus like a predator stalking prey, her expression unreadable—eyes glowing with a dangerous light.
[Your friend,] she began, her voice dripping with mock pity, [is proving to be difficult.]
Her gaze lingered on him, appraising, cold.
[It is unfortunate, truly. Having to classify him... as an existential threat to Arataxia.]
Magus's eyes widened in silent disbelief, his body sealed, unable to protest or resist as she approached.
[That is why...] She raised a hand, and his suspended form lowered gently—onto her bed.
Magus struggled within his bindings, but it was futile.
[We shall create an offspring.] Her voice softened, a chilling juxtaposition to the madness building behind her eyes. [An offspring of Goddess and Heroic blood—born with one sole purpose.]
Her gaze bore into him, predatory and unrelenting.
[Stopping Van Hellix.]
Magus's silent horror spoke louder than words, but the Goddess leaned closer, her tone laced with cruel reassurance.
[Worry not, my hero,] she whispered. [I do not expect stellar performance—] her hand ghosted his face, [not right now.]
[What matters... are results.]
Her expression twisted as she lowered herself onto him, her voice descending into a desperate, frenzied whisper.
[Our child... An Ascended Seraphim.]
Magus's panic surged, his eyes widening with silent terror. But the Goddess's voice only grew darker, her tone teetering between composed and frenzied.
[The elders of Arataxia would descend into hysteria if they knew about this...] She paused, [But those ancient fossils do not rule Arataxia.]
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasyVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
