Before I could articulate my thoughts, the woman paused, prompting me to consider this unusual proposal with care and deliberation. The idea of becoming her child seemed like a surreal and foreign concept indeed.
However, as I immersed myself in contemplation, I couldn't help but recognize the extraordinary power and presence emanating from this woman, a force that defied the confines of common sense.
"Why?" I finally summoned the courage to voice my confusion, seeking an explanation that would bring clarity to this bewildering situation.
But no answers availed themselves, no logical rationales emerged from the depths of my contemplation.
On the surface, this woman appeared to be an ordinary individual, yet there was an undeniable air of mystery and uniqueness about her.
She seemed to exist on a plane beyond comprehension, an enigmatic force that defied the bounds of ordinary existence.
Her decision to offer motherhood seemed solely rooted in her personal liking for me, a preference that defied all understanding of conventional logic and sensibilities. It was a choice that transcended the usual normative boundaries, disrupting the established order of things.
Nevertheless, standing before me in all her enigmatic grandeur, this woman possessed an undeniable ability to shape and reshape reality itself, rendering common sense utterly futile in her presence.
"And should you not desire this, you are free to decline," she declared, her tone growing firmer. "However, breaking this connection comes with its price," she added, hinting at potential consequences.
"Wasn't that contract purely fraudulent?" I interjected, desperate for some semblance of clarity amidst this perplexing encounter. Perhaps it was through unraveling the nature of this agreement that I would find the answers I sought.
The woman's words echoed in my mind, her proposition becoming increasingly bizarre and perplexing. "If you twist it, you'll be stronger than me," she muttered, leaving me to contemplate the meaning behind her cryptic statement. There was a sense of unease intertwined with her words, as if she held a power that could disrupt my very core.
As I considered her proposition, it became apparent that she possessed the ability to shatter my common sense and logic with ease.
There was an undeniable force surrounding her, one that surpassed the boundaries of comprehension. It was both fascinating and unsettling.
Attempting to make sense of it all, I questioned her motives. "Anyway, don't you think it's strange to suddenly become the child of a woman I didn't know...?" The words hung in the air, revealing the doubts that gnawed at my mind.
The woman's eyes widened at my question, a flicker of surprise passing across her face. "Huh, don't you recognize me?" she asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment.
I felt a surge of frustration welling up within me. How could I possibly know her? We had only laid eyes on each other today. Sensing the need to restrain myself, I suppressed the urge to unleash my thoughts.
But then, something peculiar occurred. I observed the woman carefully, searching for any hint of recognition or familiarity in her eyes. The way she stared back at me, it was as if she truly had no knowledge of who she was.
In that moment, a realization dawned upon me - perhaps it was not her who had the upper hand, but rather me with my overwhelming confusion and fury.
Yet, despite my growing perplexity, there was an undeniable allure to this enigmatic woman. I couldn't deny that she possessed an ethereal beauty, unlike anything I had ever encountered before.
It was a disorienting contradiction, for if my life had been graced with such enchantment from the beginning, perhaps it would not have been the chaotic mess it now seemed.
"Do you really not remember?" I pressed further, hoping for a breakthrough. In response, the woman snapped her fingers, and my eyes widened in astonishment as her attire underwent a dramatic transformation.
The simple clothes she had been wearing morphed into an elegant dress, befitting that of a noblewoman. But despite this theatrical gesture, I remained perplexed, still unable to decipher the intricate puzzle before me.
Desperation seized me as I grasped for answers, attempting to understand the purpose behind this unexpected encounter. It felt as though I was stumbling through a maze of enigma, with only fragments of the truth teasing the edges of my consciousness. As if testing her own memory, she covered her breasts, provoking an absurd expression on her face.
"No, I genuinely don't remember. Even like this," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine confusion. And in that very instant, I witnessed an astonishing transformation. Her hair became neatly tied back, and a pair of horns emerged from her head.
My breath caught in my throat as the realization hit me like a thunderbolt. "Ah..." I uttered, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place, unveiling the true nature of the woman standing before me.
Only in that moment did I realize the true identity of the woman standing before me. It dawned on me with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.
I had always believed that my reflection carried more depth than the superficial beings confined to the realms of vanity. I had considered myself confident, someone who knew his own worth. Yet, here I stood, faced with the undeniable presence of Lilith Orsella—the mistress of demons.
Lilith Orsella, a name renowned in the annals of history as one of the twenty-two heroes who paved the way for the establishment of the super government.
She held immense power and influence as a guiding force in shaping the very foundations of our society. And now, she stood before me, not just as a mythical figure from tales and legends, but as my mother.
Overwhelmed by this revelation, I instinctively prostrated myself in front of her, acknowledging her as the mother I had been yearning to find. In a heartfelt gesture of respect and love, I uttered the words, "The son bows to his mother."
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As we sat together, Lilith and I, in a moment of rare intimacy, I couldn't help but pose a question that had been nagging at the back of my mind. "By the way, mother," I began, breaking the silence between us, "what exactly is a distributor job here?"