It took so ti for the headache to pass and for my mories to stop coming like waves, hitting right in my brain. But once the storm inside my mind settled, I had a full ten-thousand-year worth of experience.
The mories I reclaid were solely from my ti in the Unspoken Realm. Other information and mories were still absent—and that was intentional. I removed everything that was related to Earth and my ti there, everything, even my thoughts and the words I accidentally joked about.
However, I left one of the most important pieces of information about a person who was dear to .
My twin sister, Victoria.
The ironic truth was that the true High Queen of both Earth's Hell and the Unspoken Realm was my sister, not . When I slayed the King of Earth's Hell and beca the next queen, I realized too late that I couldn't revive my sister.
Yes, my sister did die, exactly as it happened in the trial. And just like in that trial, I wished for her soul to rge with —and that was the real problem. The genie tricked sohow, because the authority of my Night Mother bloodline over souls was far stronger than that of a simple King of Hell. And because I was mortal then—not divine—manipulating souls was impossible for .
I sealed my sister's fate because I was too fucking dumb to realize I could have just allowed her to die naturally, jump into Hell, slay the King, and then use the reincarnation pool to bring her soul back.
But I didn't. I made that wish. And instead of freeing her, I trapped her inside . That realization was too much for to bear, to the point that my mind completely shut down from the sheer guilt and desperation.
That's when Victoria's soul erged, taking control of my body. And you know, my sister had monstrous managent skills—so taking control of Earth's Hell and finding a way to open a portal to the Unspoken Realm was only a matter of ti.
I only popped out to kill her enemies and distract myself from the pain a little. As for our ti in the Unspoken Realm, Victoria managed to convince to be more active and rule with her.
'My sister's soul is not here?!'
Thanks to my reclaid mories, I was able to scan my body, realizing that Victoria's soul was nowhere to be found. And I had a bad gut feeling about it. Yet at the sa ti, I was happy.
Happy because the curse I had placed on her was completely gone. Her soul would now be able to pass naturally to the next life. All I had to do now was find a reincarnation pool and track my sister, bring back her soul—and with my breeder's divine body, I would be able to revive her as my daughter.
'Ahh~... I miss her dearly.'
The thought lingered in my chest like a knife that refused to be pulled out. I missed her so much that it physically hurt. The mories of our ti together, ruling side by side in the Unspoken Realm, were still carved into like scars. Even when she was the one wearing the crown, her voice always echoed in my mind, pushing , mocking , guiding .
Now that voice is gone. Silent.
For the first ti in thousands of years, I was truly alone inside my own body.
But I couldn't let myself drown in grief. No. I clenched my fist, claws biting into my palm until blood spilled. "I'll find you again, sister. No matter how many worlds I have to burn, no matter how many gods I have to slaughter. You and Lilith… I will reunite us. All three of us—in the sa life, or in the next, or the thousand next. I don't care how many reincarnations I have to go through... or how many lives I have to take."
"I'll have you in my arms again."
The Nine remained bowed, silent witnesses to my vow. Even faceless, I could feel their unease, as though they too had sensed the weight of my words.
"What happened to my realm?" I asked, breaking the thick silence.
The faceless shadows raised their heads, bodies, and cloaks, shaking before responding.
"We weren't able to rule it the way you would, My Queen," said one, while the others hung their hooded faces. "Without you or Mother Lilith sitting on the throne, our realm was open to being invaded. And invade it they did. Gods, beasts, and all manner of sins trying to take a piece of it."
"But the worst of them all," another one added, his voice sounding less emotional and more rage-filled, "The Void."
"The Void.." I growled in a low tone, the darkness around rippling. "That motherfucking thing really tried to take my realm?!"
"Yes," The Nine spat in unison, shadows curling beneath their cloaks like vipers. "We managed to hold it off; however, it consud roughly 20% of the Unspoken Realm, and it keeps growing."
"Shit, all of this happened because no one is sitting on the throne," I cursed out loud, but then I recalled sothing. "Wait... If I rember correctly, I left soone who is more than qualified to be my successor."
"Your successor is the only thing stopping the Void from spreading." The leader of the Nine answered. "She managed to hold both the invading gods and the Void; however, she was gravely wounded, and we had to infuse her to the throne to keep her alive and the realm operating."
"Fuck... this is bad."
The Unspoken Realm had a unique characteristic. First, the realm itself is a living entity; however, this entity is without a brain. It needs soone to think for it, and that person is Queen Lilith. And after I married Lilith, I was able to sit on the black throne and rule in her stead.
A big hot ass warming the throne is a must; without it, the Realm's defenses would crumble under its own weight, becoming nothing but a tasty piece of ass for the gods and the Void to claim.
That is why I appointed my successor. A being I created from my own blood.
Yes, even as a mortal, I was able to... half-create a being. A genetically engineered female with 30% of my DNA, 20% of Lilith's, and the rest was from the most feared creatures and warriors in the Unspoken Realm.
Yet apparently that wasn't enough.
Even with her body forged from the strongest bloodlines, with my instincts burned into her bones and Lilith's essence curled in her veins, she was still just one being. And the throne… the throne is rciless. It doesn't just demand strength. It demands everything.
"I need to find a way to my realm," I said, rising to my feet, "I can't allow it to fall into anyone's hands. The longer I stay away, the more damage it's going to receive. I need to reclaim it and get back to the throne."
"It's not that easy, My Queen," a death god with a deeper, scarier, distorted voice spoke out. "You're a goddess now; the rules of the universe make it different for you to enter the realm."
"... Moreover, even as a goddess, you're weaker than before."
"Ouch... that was one helluva kick in the dick."
He wasn't wrong. Even as a mortal, my forr strength was at a god king's level, all thanks to the Night Mother bloodline and my sister.
Do you think that anyone could sit on the black throne?
You literally beca the brain of the entire realm, even I couldn't fully link myself to the realm without feeling like a slut that was denied a peak climax for hundreds of years straight. I had to divide the realm into sectors and link my mind to a single sector at a ti, even then, managing trillions of beings was hard as fuck, it felt like I was a person with multiple personas.
Only Victoria was able to fully link with the entire realm and not turn insane.
I recall one ti I accidentally woke up as she was linked to the realm; it only took a fraction of a second for to fall into a coma that lasted almost two hundred years.
'My sister is the best.' A warm smile spread across my lips, rembering my lovely sister. 'Where are you, Vicky? I miss you so much.'
I stayed for a few seconds and looked around my subjects.
"Alright, this is what we are going to do," I declared. "First, we are going to track down the gods that are attacking my realm."
"Also, find all the information about these gods," I said, waving my hand, creating a list of nas. Gods that dared to betray my wife, and Uriel was at the top.
"Once we have enough information and know the perfect thod of attack. We will gather our army and start so motherfucking hunts."
The Nine lowered their hoods as one, shadows leaking from beneath as their distorted voices humd in a dark chorus.
"We exist for these tis, My Queen," the Nine announced. "You give the word. We slay."
"Good." My grin was feral. Crimson eyes shining against the rippling dark. "Oh, and take this."
With a snap of my fingers, an empty glass vial materialized in my palm. After slicing my wrist, I filled it with my divine blood.
"Give it to my successor, tell her to get her ass up, and rebuild the army," I said as I closed the vial and threw it to the closest death god. "Sitting on a thick dildo for years would only make her holes loose... not worth a fuck."
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