Chapter 37: The Divine Daughter and the Hidden Player (18+)

Webs of Destiny interconnects in mysterious ways.

While the whole world celebrates the birth of a holy child, none really questioned the absence of any divination from the grand goddess Sola-Luna herself. The general public was ecstatic with the propaganda of a divine child but none really knew that a devil inhibits the mother herself.

Laid on her luxurious bed, the wife of the pope, Gretta held the child in her arms. 'You have already arrived haven't you...' Her eyes dazed as if reminiscing on a long-forgotten memory of griming figure responsible for her current state. Indeed, she was once a universe will. To be accurate, she was Raizel's old nemesis, the Universe Will. But there was no hatred in her.

'Instead of hating you for stopping my ascension into a multiverse, all I feel is gratitude for allowing me to gain a mortal self. From an unfeeling will governed by its programmed nature, I am now a free being with my own self,' thought Gretta. Even with the knowledge of Raizel's birth, Greeta seems to have no intent to hinder his path for vengeance. She muttered to herself, "I would be lonely to reach the peck without you, so grow. I really want to see if you can reach that state..."

'The Omni-verse'

Just the thought of its existence made her shiver in excitement and infinite yearning. She felt it, be it for a brief microsecond but she felt it. That is also why she willingly ended Zena's authority. "Faith and Karma are two really strong forces that makeup destiny," she playfully said to the baby in her hands. "Fate is nothing but the wills of supernatural beings taking tangible or intangible form, I birthed you, and as long as you are connected to me by any one of these laws..."

'So, my beloved children, help me complete the cosmic road. The road that leads this mortal body into becoming that existence-- Omni-Supremacy.' thought Greeta. Mana and Aura fluctuate around her forming a mobius ring just like Raizel's. She had Zena's <Myriad Deity Tome> and her scapegoat was right in her arms.

*Knock Knock*

"Dear, may I come in?" a voice from the other side of the door.

"Come in, darling," Greeta's enchanting voice replied.

The golden door sprung open and a man seemingly in his late forties came in. "Darling, your plans are meticulous as ever. The Hidden Nails have already reported public opinions swaying towards the church. As soon as we release the existence of a demon in the Runhat royal family, the public would naturally support us," Cromel Rosewell, the pope of the church exclaimed. Hegemony was an old trick in Greeta's book, and it's a trick that has swayed every sentient being without fail if used correctly.

Greeta's rosy lips curved into a smirk as she gracefully waved her hand gesturing Cromel to come closer. She sat on the gold embordered wooden table and lifted her long skirt. Clear excitement and obsession were evident in the pope's eyes. He hurried to her and bent his knees.

*Sniff* *Sniff*

As if smelling a heavenly dew, the pope thrust his face on Greeta's lower body lips. Sexual pleasure was a new experience for Greeta, or rather the Universe Will who took over Greeta's body 5 years ago, before Raizel's reincarnation. She really liked the feeling of dominance over another being, to make them dance at her whim. 'In a patriarchal society, the body of a beautiful woman is a weapon in itself,' she affirmed. True to her thought, Greeta had already slept around and created her a web of lovers supporting her from the shadows.

"Open your mouth, you infidel, tell me who is your goddess?" Greeta spoke sternly.

"You, my mistress, only you are my goddess," He said. "Sola-Luna, that wh*re can't hold a cradle against your glamor and beauty!!"

"Then enjoy your drink. Be careful not to miss a drop," Greeta sweetly says.

A white liquid burst out of her pinkish lower lips splashing all over the pope's face. He hurriedly drunk it like he was savoring on sacred forbidden nectar. Drops of Greeta's nectar fell upon the tiled floors of the room, and a frown added to her face. The pope's trance broke the moment he notices the wet floor, and he immediately kneeled bringing his face to the wet floor licking it clean.

"Good!" exclaimed Greeta. "Now leave. I will summon you when it's time to act, otherwise do not move the Hidden Nail, is that understood?"

"Yes," the pope replied as he stood up and fixed his face, wiping it with his handkerchief. As he was about to leave, Greeta's voice once again entered his ears, "Oh! and send cardinal Vadal Mul to me." Instantly, the Cromel's joyous mood distorted and turned immensely ugly. He knew his wife was sleeping around, but could not do anything against it.

'Those old f*cks want to take my goddess away from me,' rage rose in his mind as he thought that. "Sure darling." But there was no scope for protest. Her orders were absolute for him, to the point he even renounced his faith in Sola-Luna, the true Faymir and guardian of his world. He knows that Sola-Luna has disappeared. But is oblivious to the fact that her absence had sent demoted his world into a barren world. There is no one to reproduce the mana and aura they use, and soon both will run dry.

He was also unaware that the mystery of Sola-Luna was related to his wife. More so, the five-hundred-year old war that sacrificed the lives of Rectors bringing an end to the age of divines was undoubtedly somehow related to his wife Greeta. Schemes within schemes, who are the players, and who are the pawns are yet to be revealed. But one thing was clear, Raizel wasn't alone in this game.

Just as he suspected, the open field which is his current world is like a multi-dimensional board with hidden players left and right.