The three of them resembled a family portrait, warm and bright in a room that had been full of shadows just a few minutes ago.
The chat was scrolling at a speed that made individual ssages nearly unreadable despite being in mbership-only mode.
"So that’s the story," Kaiden said to the cara. His voice was easy, conversational.
Magnus’s knuckles went white against the desk.
Then the donation alert fired.
A war horn tore through the stream audio, deep and long, the kind of sound that rattled in the chest and carried the promise of violence. The stream overlay darkened. A sigil blood across the center of the feed in ink-black lines and ember-red light, intricate and serpentine, a demonic design that pulsed twice before fading to the edges of the fra. Beneath it, the donation scrolled: Natasha_V — 100 Chronos.
The sigil was the stream’s highest-tier alert, the only one Emilia had left active. Anything lower and the stream would have been nothing but silent flashes on the screen.
Its design was Emilia’s work, another attempt in her tireless quest to show Kaiden that she was the perfect moderator for his channel.
She had designed it herself during a late night of stream setup, after sending Nyx a single, carefully worded ssage asking if she could provide a clear photo of the brand for "graphic design reference purposes."
Nyx had replied thirty minutes later.
But not with one photo the girl had asked for...
The Space Valkyrie sent eleven.
Selfies, all of them. Nyx in Kaiden’s oversized shirt, the fabric bunched up in one fist and held just beneath her chest, baring her stomach and the dark, elegant lines of the brand sitting low on her belly. The shirt hung past her hips on one side where she wasn’t holding it, and beneath the hem, a pair of black lace panties hugged curves that had no business existing outside of professional retouching software.
The angles varied. So from above, so in the mirror, one taken lying back on what was clearly a giant harem bed with her pink hair fanned across a chiseled chest... His.
"KYA!" Emilia had cried out in horror.
Every single one of the images frad the brand perfectly while also framing everything else with the precision of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.
The ssage that accompanied them read: ’reference material delivered to my favorite internet bestie 💋💋💋’
Emilia had made a second sound, one that her neighbors asked her about the next morning.
Her face burned so hot she had to press her phone screen-down against her desk and sit with both hands over her cheeks for a full minute before she could look again. Then she looked again. Then she saved every single one, designed the sigil in forty minutes of furious, red-faced focus, and never spoke of the source material to anyone.
The design was a perfect recreation of the mark Kaiden’s Valkyries carried on their lower bellies, the dark, elegant brand that the system had seared into their skin when he claid them. The womb tattoo.
But because their adult content was viewable only by the female gender, male viewers just assud it was a cool demonic emblem, stylized and aggressive, perfectly fitted to a team called Valhalla’s Sinners.
However, every female viewer who had watched certain videos knew exactly what it was and where it lived on those won’s bodies.
Sarah had called Emilia a degenerate. Leia had called her a fetishist who needed help. Or rather, needed dick as soon as possible. That said... neither of them had asked her to change it. Neither of them thought it was anything less than devastatingly attractive, they just loved ssing with their shy friend who had very obvious kinks.
The design stayed, the boys remained blissfully ignorant, and the fangirls kept their silence with the solidarity of won guarding a shared religion.
Ten thousand dollars. The ssage beneath the sigil read: ’I owe you and your mother a sincere apology, Kaiden. Your father wronged deeply and I need soone to hear . Please.’
Kaiden’s eyes dropped to the notification.
"Hundred Chronos from Natasha." He read the ssage aloud, slower the second ti, and the playfulness left his voice. "Says she wants to apologize to and mother and that my father wronged her."
He glanced down at Vespera.
"Do you know a person nad Natasha?"
"There are a lot of Natashas in this world."
"..." Kaiden looked at his mother dryly. That was not an answer. But he moved on, knowing Vespera had her peculiarities. "She ntioned us specifically." Kaiden’s brow creased. "Would you mind if we heard her out?"
The Shadow Monarch shrugged. A small movent against his chest, barely a shift of her shoulders. Her eyes stayed closed. The smile didn’t leave.
The chat had already noticed the donation.
— 44xStorm: 100 Chronos just to talk??
— BastetThrone: "Your father wronged " oh no.
— SinnerDevotee: I have a terrible feeling about this.
— Natasha_V: Wait. You an, talk right now? There are millions of people watching...
"We might as well, as far as I’m concerned," Kaiden nodded. "Or is it sothing best reserved for later?"
A pause. Then:
— Natasha_V: I suppose you’re right. We might as well...My number is in the private donation note. Can you call?
Kaiden checked the donation details, found the number in the private note, and pulled his phone from his pocket.
The call connected in seconds. He turned on his first-person view recording, frad the video call, then cropped the aspect ratio and layered it onto the stream as a second feed. The result was clean. The front-facing cara - which had been Bastet’s yellow felinid eyes and her [Harem Vision] recording her beloved Master making history since the stream began - still showed the three of them as viewers had been watching all night, and beside it, in a neatly cut fra, the woman’s face appeared.
Natasha appeared in a separate fra. Blonde hair, heavy-lidded blue eyes, full lips, a face that belonged on a costics billboard and a figure that confird it. The kind of woman that n noticed twice and their girlfriends noticed once, sharply, before pretending they hadn’t. She wore a silk robe tied loosely at the waist and her heavy makeup highlighted her model-like facial features.
She was, in every conceivable way, the opposite of Vespera Ashborn. Warm, soft, accessible. Everything Vespera wasn’t.
Magnus went rigid. The trembling in his hand stopped because his entire body had locked.
"No!" he scread.
Then a second shout tore out of him, guttural and raw, because he knew exactly what was coming. And who had orchestrated it.
"VESPERAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"Hi," Natasha greeted. Her accent was light but present. Russian, musical, the kind of voice that would sound good reading a grocery list. "Thank you for letting speak. I wasn’t sure if..."
She trailed off. Her eyes were red.
"Take your ti," Kaiden said. His voice had shifted, turning guarded. But sothing about the donation amount and the phrasing told him this was worth hearing. He was ready to cut her off if it wasn’t.
"My na is Natasha Volkov. For the past three years, I have been in a relationship with Magnus Ashborn. Sorry." She corrected herself. "Magnus Morvane."
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