The Celestial Throne Room, where the gods convened, was an awe-inspiring sight—a space suspended between realms, its crystalline walls reflecting the infinite expanse of stars and universes. The room resonated with the hum of divine energy, a reminder of the power and responsibility that came with godhood.
Yet tonight, the air was heavy with tension, the kind that preceded a storm. Orpheus, the God of Creation, stood at the center of the chamber, his golden robes glowing faintly against the darkness.
His long silver hair shimmered with streaks of black, and his amethyst eyes burned with an intensity that even the other gods found difficult to meet. He had sensed unease in the Pantheon for weeks now, but he never expected it would come to this.
"Why?" His voice, commanding yet laced with disbelief, reverberated through the chamber. His gaze moved from face to face—those he had trusted most. The Demon God, Zariel, smirked, his obsidian horns glinting under the ambient light.
"You've grown too powerful, Orpheus. Even gods have limits, yet you continue to defy them. You're a threat to the balance."
"Balance?" Orpheus's tone sharpened.
"I created this balance! Everything you see exists because of me. And now you dare to conspire against me?"
Beside Zariel stood Drakof, the Dragon God. His golden scales caught the light as his tail coiled behind his. He averted his eyes, his expression unreadable.
"You've upset the natural order, Orpheus. Even the dragons question your judgment. This was not an easy choice, but it is a necessary one."
A soft fluttering of wings drew Orpheus's attention to the Angel, Seraphina Lightbringer. Her radiant form glowed with a holy light, her golden halo tilted ever so slightly.
"Your ambition blinds you, Orpheus," she said softly, though her voice carried the weight of judgment. "Creation is not meant to be wielded by one god alone."
And then there was the one who hurt most of all—his wife, Freyja, the Phoenix Goddess. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, her golden eyes filled with something Orpheus could only describe as regret. She stepped forward, clutching the hilt of her blazing sword. "I begged you to stop, Orpheus. I pleaded with you to share your power, to let others share in the burden. But you wouldn't listen. You've left us no choice." A hollow laugh escaped Orpheus's lips. "So, this is how it ends. Betrayed by my closest allies… and my own wife."
His gaze locked onto Freyja, and for a moment, the god who had created worlds looked truly human. "Was it all a lie, Freyja? Did our love mean nothing to you?" Freyja's grip on her sword tightened. "It wasn't a lie, Orpheus. But love isn't enough when the fate of existence is at stake."
Before he could respond, Zariel raised a hand, and chains of pure darkness erupted from the ground, wrapping around Orpheus's limbs. He staggered but did not fall, his divine aura flickering as the chains drained his power. "You will not kill me." Orpheus growled, defiance blazing in his eyes.
"Even with my power suppressed, I am still your superior." Zariel's smirk widened.
"Perhaps. But this isn't about strength—it's about numbers."
One by one, the gods unleashed their might upon Orpheus. Zariel's chains tightened, Lyria's breath of emerald flames scorched his flesh, Seraphina's holy light pierced his body, and Freyja's sword struck him down.
Orpheus's roars of pain echoed through the chamber, each blow stripping away his divinity, reducing him to something less than a god yet more than a mortal. As he fell to his knees, blood trickling from his mouth, he glared at them one last time.
"You will regret this," he rasped. "You think you've won, but I will return. And when I do, I will show you the true meaning of despair." With a final strike from Freyja's sword, Orpheus's body crumbled into golden ash.
*****
TEN THOUSAND YEARS LATER
"Ughh..." He groaned in pain as memories began to flood his mind. Slowly, opened his eyes and glanced at the bright blue sky. As his memories settled, it hit him, and he began to laugh. "HAHAHAAAHAH!, I see."
"I'm alive, I thought I was killed by those traitors, I've been reincarnated, I'm going to kill those fuckers who betrayed me, even that bitch Freyja—Wait... What the F-" He widened his eyes as he lowered his gaze. "Why is my hand tiny—"
"Oh... I am just a baby... right..."
[Ding... Primordial Demonic Dragon System initializing]
[Initialization completed]
'who's that' he thought
[Hello host I am the Primordial Demonic Dragon System, design to guide you through your journey and unlock your full potential. Your rebirth marks the beginning of something unprecedented]
"A system hmm, I see I hope we have a good journey system... We'll talk later but first I need shelter."
While the baby, who was in the middle of the street and sounded like crying, people started to look at him and whisper.
"How great... A baby crying while I am going to work."
"I don't remember there was a baby 10 seconds ago..."
"Hey, who dropped this baby in the middle of the street?"
"Ha. Finally, it stopped."
'Looks like I am on the human planet.' He thought to himself, seeing everyone was human, then struggled a bit to get into a crawling position and began to crawl. 'I don't know whether I am cute or not, but.." He knew he couldn't survive in this state for too long.
After crawling a considerable distance from where he was, he saw a mansion in a somewhat rural area. He approached its front entrance. 'They wouldn't kill a baby, right?' The reason he chose a wealthy place was that the chances of people in wealth taking him in were higher. 'Well, I am a baby. They should think that I would be a loyal servant, so my chances are pretty high.'
As he reached the iron gate, he started to cry.
In a mansion with a modest garden in the front, the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains of a bedroom. In the large bed, two women lay sleeping, their peaceful expressions illuminated by the soft morning light.
The older of the two had a mature and curvy figure, including full hips and large breasts. Her pale skin was flawless, glowing softly in the morning light. Her long, white silver hair spread out around her head like a halo, blending seamlessly with the pillow beneath her. Her eyes, though closed in sleep, were a striking violet.
Beside her lay a younger woman, She possessed a more slender yet equally enchanting figure. Her pale skin was smooth and peerless. Her long, white silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, mingling with her companion's. The younger woman's delicate features were serene, her eyes, like the older woman's, were a vivid purple.
Their nightgowns, made of fine silk, clung to their bodies, highlighting their natural beauty. Their feet were tangled together beneath the covers, adding to the intimate scene.
The peaceful atmosphere of the room was abruptly broken by the loud crying of a baby. The two women stirred at first, and the older one opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was her sister's beautiful face, her delicate eyelashes fluttering as she opened her eyes. She was about to smile warmly at her, but then she remembered why she had woken up and quickly got out of bed.
"Sis?" the younger one asked, surprised at her sudden movement. However, she understood what was happening as soon as she heard the baby's cries. She quickly followed her sister out of the room.
Meanwhile, a woman in a maid dress, with a nonchalant expression on her face, approached the crying baby.
'She looks like no ordinary maid' he thought to himself, a little surprised.
The maid was of average height with jet-black hair that fell smoothly down her back. Her eyes, as dark as her hair, held a piercing gaze. Her proportions were neither overly voluptuous nor too slender, perfectly balanced. She wore two black garters on one of her legs, adding a touch of elegance and beauty. Her dress was a harmonious blend of gray and black, emphasizing her figure with being tight. The garter, which was a grayish-black, just barely revealed her knees.
Despite the fact she was a maid, it was clear she had combat experience, which was why he was a bit surprised. Her posture and the way she moved indicated a readiness that seemed out of place for a mere maid.
As the maid arrived before him, he widened his eyes and shouted inside his mind. 'Don't tell me!' The maid seemed ready to kill him, her stance tense. Just then, the two women snapped out of the mansion.
"Stop!" The baby and maid's gaze turned to the running woman, followed by her little sister. As they approached, the maid bowed respectfully while the baby involuntarily stopped crying upon seeing the sisters. 'Just where am I really?' he wondered, He was mesmerized by the trio, and his gaze was locked onto the elder sister's large and soft visible chest.
The maid's eyes widened in surprise when she saw her lady about to pick up the baby. Daenerys, the older sister, picked up the baby and locked her violet eyes with his amethyst eyes.
"Sis..." The younger sister, Madelyn, looked at the scene, understanding why her sister was reacting this way. She moved slowly to her big sister, patting her shoulder while looking at the baby. While the two kept gazing at the baby, the maid stood there, watching confusingly. She opened her mouth to speak, "Lady-" but was cut off by Madelyn, who signaled her to be silent.
The silence was broken when the baby opened his mouth, reaching out with both hands towards Daenerys and babbling, "Gaa.. gu..." Tears began to fall from Daenerys eyes, and her sister was startled by her reaction.
Daenerys hugged the baby tightly, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. Her sister decided to embrace her from behind, sharing the emotional moment.
'What the hell is happening?!' he thought, utterly confused by the joy of this woman and the confusion other two. Wasn't he just a baby who had been thrown out?
The maid named Luna asked as the four of them entered the mansion.
"Lady Madelyn, may I ask why you took that thing?" she asked as if he was trash. She was completely confused.
Madelyn looked at her sister, who was still tightly embracing the baby, seemingly oblivious to her maid's question. She smiled wryly, seeing her sister's happy expression, and then turned her gaze to Luna, starting to recall her memories from the previous night.
"Last night, while the two of us..."
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"Sis, are you okay? These days you keep drifting into thoughts. You know, you can tell me anything" Madelyn said, a bit worried, noticing her sister's unusual behavior lately. She finally decided to ask, unable to ignore her concern any longer.
Daenerys snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her sister, seeing the worried expression on her face. She smiled warmly. "I've been thinking about my infertility."
Hearing her answer, Madelyn's expression darkened. "Sis, you had forgotten that bastard. He divorced you just because you couldn't give him a baby. He just threw you away as if you were only an incubator. Why are you thinking about it again? It's already been more than a hundred years."
Daenerys sighed. "It's not about him..." Her sister's lips twitched, waiting for her to continue. "I..." she hesitated for a while. It wasn't an easy decision to make but she continued.
"I want to adopt a baby... and not a female one."