Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 669: A Second Mother

Hearing that voice—so full of motherly nature, tender love, and boundless affection—Joy slowly raised her head.

And what she saw stole the breath from her lungs.

Floating before her was a woman.

A woman whose features she could not fully discern, because her entire form was enveloped in a radiant aura of pure white and gold.

Light seed to emanate from her very essence, as if heaven itself had condensed into a single, luminous figure.

Joy could make out the subtlest hints of facial features beneath the glow—enough to know that she was gazing upon sothing of impossible beauty.

Long, wavy hair cascaded down like a waterfall of starlight.

Gentle eyes held depths of wisdom and compassion that spanned eternity.

A small, knowing smile graced lips that had spoken worlds into existence.

And her form...

Even veiled in divine light, it was clear that the Goddess possessed a figure of lavish, abundant curves.

There was a bountiful quality to her, as if she could simply open her arms and whatever wounds you carried, whatever burdens weighed you down, she would take them all and nurse you back to wholeness.

She was nurturing, made manifest.

For a mont, Joy could only stare in awe.

The Goddess of Light also noticed her daughter’s expression. She glanced down at herself, then back at Joy, and a warm chuckle escaped her lips.

"Ah, my apologies about how I look, dear."

She said, her voice light with amusent.

"I really can’t show you my true appearance right now. If a mortal like you were to witness it in its fullness, your mind simply couldn’t handle it."

"So I’m covering up a little bit."

She winked.

Or at least, Joy thought she winked. It was hard to tell through the glow.

But Joy didn’t care about any of that.

She was finally seeing the Goddess of Light herself.

This was the Goddess who had looked upon her in her darkest hour and chosen to extinguish her afflictions.

The Goddess who had bestowed upon her the title of Saintess, who had saved her from a disastrous fate and given her purpose.

Instinct took over.

Joy moved to bow.

To prostrate herself before the divine presence that had given her everything.

But her body wouldn’t cooperate.

Because beneath the awe, beneath the reverence, beneath the overwhelming majesty of this mont—there was sothing else.

Pressure.

ntal, emotional, spiritual pressure that had been building for days. Weeks. Perhaps her entire life.

All because of him.

Cassius.

Because of how he had turned her world upside down. Because of how everything she believed was crumbling. Because of how she was wavering in her own faith for the first ti in her existence.

She couldn’t bow.

Instead, tears started streaming down her face.

Seeing this, the Goddess’s expression shifted to surprise.

But before she could speak, Joy moved.

She ran forward, actually ran and threw her arms around the divine being.

And because the Goddess was taller, Joy’s face pressed directly into her chest. Into the soft, abundant warmth of her bosom.

And she cried.

Not dignified tears. Not the controlled weeping of a warrior mourning fallen comrades.

These were the tears of a woman who had held everything inside for too long.

Tears for her crumbling worldview.

Tears for mories of a past so painful she had locked them away.

"Mother." She whispered into the divine embrace. "Mother..."

The Goddess stood still for a single, surprised mont.

Then a gentle, infinitely tender smile spread across her luminous features.

Her arms wrapped around Joy, pulling her closer.

"It’s alright, dear. It’s alright." She murmured, her voice soft as starlight. "I know you’ve been through so much. But you don’t need to worry right now."

She stroked Joy’s hair.

"I’m right here."

Joy choked on another sob, pressing deeper into that warm, safe embrace.

The stoic saint who commanded fear across the entire continent had beco nothing more than a little girl seeking comfort from her mother.

And the Goddess held her.

Let her cry.

Let her pour out everything she had kept bottled inside for years.

But Joy was, at her core, a strong woman. It didn’t take long for the tears to slow, for her emotions to settle into sothing manageable.

She pulled back, feeling strangely peaceful. Lighter. As if she really had needed that release for a very long ti.

But then reality crashed back down.

She had just cried in front of the Goddess.

At their first eting.

Embarrassnt and sha flooded through her.

She imdiately bowed her head, unable to et those gentle, luminous eyes.

"I am so sorry, Mother! I showed you such an undignified sight!"

She said quickly, her voice thick with residual emotion.

"You sent to this world to stay strong, to vanquish evil, to be your hamr and your axe."

"You bestowed upon your blessing to carry your ssage across the mortal realm."

She clenched her fists.

"And here I showed you weakness. I actually used you to support my weakness. I am truly ashad. I am willing to accept any punishnt you deem fit."

She ant every word.

But the Goddess simply chuckled.

"Oh, my dear." Warmth radiated from her voice. "Why are you being so serious right now? You simply cried, and I simply held you. There’s nothing wrong with that at all."

She reached out and gently lifted Joy’s chin, making her et her eyes.

"Not to ntion, that if one of my beloved daughters affectionately calls ’Mother,’ then it is my responsibility to be a mother to her. To show her comfort when she needs it."

Her smile widened.

"That’s what mothers do, isn’t it?"

Joy’s heart swelled.

The Goddess wasn’t acting like so distant, untouchable deity.

She wasn’t speaking down from on high, wrapped in impenetrable mystery.

She felt like...a mother.

A real mother.

Joy found herself relaxing, the tension draining from her shoulders.

She even noticed, in the back of her mind, that hugging the Goddess felt remarkably like hugging Maria herself.

The sa softness, the sa comforting warmth.

Though she had to admit—the Goddess was slightly bigger in certain areas.

But before she could dwell on that thought, the Goddess spoke again, her expression turning thoughtful.

"So, my dear daughter." She said gently. "Why have you prayed to see in such a desperate manner?"

She tilted her head, studying Joy with those ancient, loving eyes.

"You are one of my strongest soldiers in the mortal realm. To see you of all people in such a desperate state is quite surprising. So tell —why did you wish to see your mother up above so badly?"

Joy straightened imdiately, a blush rising to her cheeks.

"To be honest, Mother, I had many things I wanted to ask. Regarding my faith. Whether what I was doing was right or wrong. Whether I was truly making an impact in the world."

"Whether the path I was pursuing was correct."

She paused and hesitantly added,

"I was doubting my own faith. Doubting the divinity itself."

The Goddess’s expression remained gentle, unbothered by this confession.

But Joy continued, a small smile forming on her lips.

"However...right now, I don’t have to worry about that anymore."

The Goddess raised an eyebrow.

"After seeing you, after hugging you, after feeling your presence so close...I have no more doubts about my faith or my mission."

Joy’s voice grew stronger.

"I know I was born to be your axe. Your hamr. To smite evil in your na. Seeing you has only made my resolve stronger."

She truly ant it.

In that mont, Joy felt as if her spirit had been upgraded, reinforced, made unshakeable and the Goddess to looked at her in appreciation.

But then her expression faltered.

"However..." She said slowly. "...there is one matter I still need to speak with you about."

The Goddess nodded. "Go on."

Joy took a deep breath.

"It’s regarding Cassius."

The change was imdiate.

Subtle, but unmistakable.

The Goddess’s serene smile flickered.

Her brow furrowed slightly—just a fraction, barely perceptible.

And through her glowing radiance, Joy could have sworn she saw a hint of reluctance in those divine eyes. A touch of irritation.

Almost...annoyance.

It was such a human expression.

So completely at odds with the peaceful, loving deity Joy had been embracing monts ago.

Joy stared, shock rippling through her.

"Cassius Vindictus Holyfield..."

She continued carefully, watching the Goddess’s reaction.

"The one you told to monitor so closely. The one you instructed to sit tight and monitor, almost as if he were so kind of demon."

She paused.

"I have several doubts regarding him. And I was hoping you could clarify—"

The Goddess’s expression shifted again.

That flicker of reluctance deepened.

And for the first ti since Joy had entered this divine space, the Goddess looked...uncomfortable.

The Goddess also noticed Joy’s reaction imdiately.

She saw the shock in her daughter’s eyes, the way her mouth had fallen open at that flicker of divine annoyance.

And she realized—she had let her true thoughts show.

’Careless.’ The Goddess of Light chided herself internally. ’Letting my true thoughts show so easily. How unbecoming.’

But even as she thought it, she couldn’t quite suppress the flicker of irritation that rose whenever that particular topic was broached.

It touched sothing deep within her—a soft spot, a vulnerability—that even a being who ruled over countless galaxies, who had shaped planets and nurtured universes into existence, couldn’t quite overco.

Still, Joy deserved an explanation.

She opened her mouth.

"Right. About that boy Cassius." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "Well, to tell you the truth, Cassius isn’t even from your world. He is—"

She suddenly stopped.

Her head then turned sharply, eyes focusing on a point in the void that Joy couldn’t perceive like she was looking at sothing that only she could see.

Her expression also shifted from gentle maternal warmth to sothing far less pleasant.

"You really can’t let have a mont of peace, can you?"

She muttered, her voice carrying an edge that made Joy’s spine tingle.

Joy blinked in confusion. "Mother? What’s—"

Then she saw it.

Cracks were forming in the abyss.

Not in the physical sense—this place had no physicality—but the fabric of the divine space itself was fracturing.

White lines spread like broken glass across the void, and with each crack, a pressure began to build.

Sothing imnse was forcing its way in.

The Goddess of Light moved instantly, positioning herself between Joy and the growing fissures.

And then—

CRASH!

The abyss shattered open.

Light—brilliant, blinding, overwhelming—poured through the cracks, flooding the void with radiance.

And through that light, a figure erged.

Joy recognized her imdiately.

Even shrouded in the sa mysterious veil that obscured her true features, even cloaked in an aura that made direct perception impossible—Joy knew.

This was the deity who had protected Cassius’s soul when Joy had attempted to peer into it.

The one who had nearly annihilated her very existence for the transgression.

And even through the veil, Joy could see why she was so unmistakable.

Her figure was...atrocious.

Absolutely, impossibly, breathtakingly atrocious.

Curves that defied physics.

Breasts so massive yet perfectly rounded they seed to exist in defiance of gravity itself.

A butt that was visible even from the front, as if it had its own gravitational pull.

Every line of her form scread seduction, temptation, sin made manifest.

And that smile.

That small, knowing, utterly devastating smile that made Joy’s face flush hot despite herself.

That smile that stirred things in her she had never felt for another woman before.

The Goddess of Debauchery had arrived.