Chapter 489: The love for shadow
"The head of our family, at that time," she began softly, "fell into a one-sided love... not with just any goddess, but with the Mistress of the Heavens—the wife of the Supreme Being of Creation himself."
Julian tilted his head. "Love?" he repeated, surprised. "The mistress of the heavens?"
Annie nodded, her voice growing quiet, reverent. "Yes. She is known by many names—the Mother of Creation, the Light that Pierces Every Darkness, the Womb of Stars. She is the first flame, the dawn that never fades. The most sacred of all divine beings... and utterly untouchable."
Julian’s eyes widened. He leaned forward slightly, drawn in by the sheer scale of what she was saying. "And yet... our ancestor wanted her?"
Annie’s voice took on a bitter edge. "He didn’t just want her. He desired her. Obsessively. Dangerously. His longing wasn’t born from mere affection or admiration—it came from a craving that blurred the line between master and servant. He believed that if he could claim her, their union would elevate him to something greater than a god."
Julian’s chest tightened. The madness of it. The audacity.
"But of course," Annie said, her tone darker now, "she never returned his feelings." She was loyal to her husband—His Majesty of Creation. Yet our ancestor couldn’t let go. He crossed the line. Tried to reach her through dreams, through offerings, through treachery."
She paused, her gaze clouded by the weight of memory passed down through generations. "And when His Majesty found out..."
She trailed off.
Julian didn’t move, didn’t breathe. "What happened?"
Annie looked at him again.
"His wrath knew no limit. In front of the entire Court of the Heavens, the Supreme Being of Creation struck down our ancestor. Didn’t just kill him—he made a lesson of him. Tore his soul apart and placed his severed head on the gates of his palace."