Velmora couldn’t move.Her body felt as if it were being pulled by something unseen, while Lilith’s distant gaze pressed tighter and tighter against her chest. Her heart pounded—not out of fear, but something far deeper.Something 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 home.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 came 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 something unseen... whether it was memories, 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 something flickered in her eyes—something 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 loomed, enveloped in wild, radiant energy that seemed 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 fragments.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 women 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:
But not the kind known to an ordinary man.No...This was the responsibility of something more.
Something beyond human.
Nathan sat motionless.The air around him shimmered 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 some divine puppeteer—kept twisting reality into something... he couldn’t comprehend.
Nathan lowered his head slightly.His fists clenched.His breath grew heavier.
"What’s happening to me..." 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 something you embraced the moment you touched their world. You welcomed it."
Suddenly, the images came.
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 equipment 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—something important. Something immediate.
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 dimensional 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 metal 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 came directly from Nathan’s mother."
Ulrich’s expression shifted. Instantly.