Chapter 484: The Truth In The Lies
"What did you mean by that?" I asked, not looking at Papa as we moved through the jungle. "About me being my mother’s daughter?" The idea of not having a mother made me want to jump for joy, and no Original God had a mother in the traditional sense.
To hear Papa say that I was my mother’s daughter, my heart sank to my feet, and it was all I could do not to throw a massive temper tantrum.
The vines rustled as we passed, the heat thick enough to make my dress cling to my spine. The birds had gone quiet again. Something was watching. But it wasn’t close. Not yet. Letting out a sigh, I almost wished that whatever was stalking us would come.
I was in the mood to fight.
Papa Khaos tilted his head as if considering how much truth to feed me. "You always were a curious little thing. Always analyzing each and every word."
"I’m serious," I sighed. The idea of Delliah LaRue being my mother since the beginning of time was causing me to break out in hives. I needed to know where she stood in the grand scheme of things. And if I really couldn’t get away from her shadow.
"I know." He smiled, soft but sharp. "That’s why I said it."
I stepped over a collapsed column covered in moss, frowning. "But I wasn’t born. I know that now. I wasn’t made the way humans are. I didn’t have a mother."
I refuse to have a mother.
"No," he agreed, voice quiet now. "Not in the way mortals mean it. Not flesh and blood. Not womb and labor. But you had two sources. A spark, and a sculptor."
I stopped walking, turning to look at him.