Volume 1 Chapter 689
by post_apiChapter 689: A Change of Perspective Reveals My Earlier Unkindness
Hearing the God of Light, Miss Mila Falt – her other "mother" – explain with solemn seriousness and crimson cheeks that she wasn’t an "illegitimate child"…
Lolth felt utterly exhausted.
Yet she couldn’t help admiring her original mother – the woman who couldn’t cook, spent her days eating and sleeping, who beat her despite lacking any real power beyond beauty and figure – for having completely ensnared the God of Light.
Truly, the Succubus Queen’s mastery of allure remained unchallenged.
Simultaneously, the divine image of the God of Light as holy, benevolent, and compassionate completely crumbled!
Firstly, this deity appeared to be a lovesick fool obsessed with her mother.
Secondly, as her other "parent," she made for a rather inadequate maternal figure!
Setting that aside…
"What’s this about childhood sweethearts?"
Lolth pounced on the crucial detail.
The golden-haired maiden before her – her newly acknowledged mother – stood as the supreme deity of the main plane’s pantheon!
While her other mother… well, the esteemed Succubus Queen Sokabus…
Ruled as chieftain of an Abyssal Demon clan… effectively a monarch!
Though appearing weak and indolent, Lolth knew full well that within their Abyssal home, the Succubus clan’s domain contained a throne room in her mother’s private chambers bearing the emblem of the "Abyssal Sovereign"!
Even granting the wildest concessions about some "proper marriage" with the God of Light…
The notion of them being childhood companions was utterly, fundamentally impossible!
At Lolth’s question,
The God of Light Mila Falt’s smile stiffened.
After an extended silence, she forced a strained grin.
"You’re far too clever for your own good… my dear Lolthlinda…"
"That… involves a lengthy tale connected to the ‘End of Days.’"
"I don’t wish you to know this prematurely… the time isn’t right."
She sighed softly after speaking.
"Still not the right time?"
Lolth felt inexplicable irritation surge through her.
Leaving aside those cryptic schemers like Murphy Yates and the malevolent deities…
Kululu, the Demon King, Xiletor… even Lilith Diana!
Every single one kept repeating this refrain.
"When will it ever be the right time?"
"You’re my ‘mother’ – yet even your history with my other parent counts as classified?"
"And what of ‘Lolth’… If Lolthlinda Falt Sokabus is your daughter, what relation is Lolth to you? Merely your pawn?!"
Lolth said angrily, and the God of Light lowered her head.
"I’m sorry…"
Her voice came out soft and hesitant.
Though this occurred within Her Divine Kingdom, though She stood as the mightiest God of Light in the pantheon—capable of shattering alternate planes with ease when acting, having slain numerous deities of divine caliber…
At this moment, She was not truly "Herself".
Before Lolthlinda, the God of Light’s divinity seemed to recede entirely.
"Lolthlinda, I promise you’ll learn everything soon…"
She pressed her lips together after speaking.
This vulnerable demeanor made Lolth strangely uncomfortable.
Lolth exhaled deeply.
"I see…"
The God of Light before her carried burdens heavier than she’d imagined.
This supreme deity, acknowledged as the strongest, had slumbered for millennia while her church and Holy Capital descended into chaos…
The magnitude of what She resisted became clearer.
Yet Lolth couldn’t view Her through a daughter’s lens.
Even with fragmented memories, the absence rang clear—
No presence during her abyssal upbringing,
No maternal traces in her demonic childhood.
The God of Light fidgeted under Lolth’s silence.
Finally, the golden-haired deity traced a circle on the ground. Holy Light shimmered into an annulus, revealing a passage to an orderly storage space.
"This… is for you. A small apology."
She withdrew a chest containing gleaming golden tableware and cookware—
Pushed it gingerly toward Lolth’s feet.
Divine Artifacts hummed within.
"My payment for cleansing Holy Capital’s corruption and church reforms," Lolth stated tersely, accepting the chest. "But… thanks."
The quiet stretched.
After prolonged silence, the Goddess spoke:
"Thank you for… tidying my church. My oversight has… lingered too long."
"Observing the End of Days Tide drains my essence—I can’t manifest below as before. You’ve aided greatly, little Lolthlinda."
At the murmured title, Lolth stiffened.
"Wait—End of Days Tide?"
The Goddess paled, clasping hands over mouth.
"Forget that slip! Unheard words!"
She rubbed her face hurriedly.
"Time’s come—I must return to slumber. Use the Divine Artifacts freely, Supreme Divine Spells too—you’re family! Or pray directly—your resonance could rouse me. Though angels might prove unnecessary…"
Fumbling through words, She produced a silver wand.
"Open Sesame!"
Light yawned beneath Lolth’s feet.
"Wait, Mother! Explain this ‘incarnation’—"
Too late. She plummeted through radiance—
—To land softly on dew-kissed grass, chest clutched tight.
Nearby, Kanor and Dorothy crouched over steaming noodles, their initial delight fading to accusatory stares.
Further off, Lalea and Patricia sat shoulder-to-shoulder, noodles forgotten, eyes alight with gossipy anticipation.
In this moment, Lolth—freshly ejected from divinity’s realm—
Understood completely her companions’ earlier vexation.
And so…
Guilt bloomed hot in her chest.