My Wives Are Goddesses

In a place where time didn't flow properly and the surroundings were full of abstract chaos, five women were gathered around the spot where the true essence of chaos was most accumulating at. The five women who were standing around the building ball of pure chaos had an expression of both anticipation and fear in their eyes.

This sort of an expression only appeared when either someone was performing a very bad thing, or a very great thing, however in this case it was the both of them.

As the space around the women was bubbling and gushing with a multitude of elements, the ball of chaos which was huge and had many elements in it stopped rotating and no longer pulled in any of the various elements around it.

The ball of Chaos Qi which stopped rotating now began turning in the opposite direction, but this time it didn't increase in quality but a change could be seen in its appearance and quality.

The ball which was full of many colours began slowly assimilating them and turned everything into a mixture of murky white and grey.

Looking at the changes happening a twinkle appeared in the eyes of five women who had no problem of handing the chaos current around them, who were staring at the now ball of murky white and grey with even more concentration.

"We've waited many millenniums, and finally we are both strong enough and have all the items needed. After managing the hearth of Olympus as a virgin for all this time, I will soon have a house and family of my own."

The woman who spoke along with a voice bustling with excitement had an overflowing warmth around her which even influenced the chaos around her. With hair as red as the purest fire, the woman was dressed in a similar red coloured toga dress which served its purpose by further emphasizing her appearance.

With a body shaped like a what any human might consider the most appropriate wife's figure as, she had a bustling breast which was looked like it could tear open her dress and show itself to the world at any second, and skin so pure that it could be mistaken for milk. With a small mouth and red coloured lips, her eyebrows and pupils also radiated warmth.

However looking at the woman who was still a virgin, everyone would feel as if standing in front of a mature and married woman who looked after the house and seen all there is to life.

Hearing Hestia speak, all the other women also nodded their head showing how much in need they were of their plan succeeding.

"Yes, with this we can finally implement our 'Make our own husband' plan!", said the woman with a voice so gentle that it caused the chaos around her to turn into streams of water.

Despite the plan sounding as strange and weird as it was, when it was spoken from that woman's mouth, it sounded both holy and pure.

After all, she was the Goddess Ganga, the Goddess of Moksha, Forgiveness and Purification. The Goddess in whose river if you bathed you'd be pure of all your sins, Mortal and Eternal.

Dressed in a saree which seemed to be reflecting what we see in the form of rivers every day, and a blouse so white it was nothing short of being the purest colour in the universe. Looking at her from far in her blue saree which was similar to her hair, it wouldn't be weird if you mistook her for a small water body.

Brushing aside the few strands of hair which were coming in between her eyes and the ball of chaos, her blue pupils which were capable of liberating life and death intensely stared at the soon to be her husband.

"I know, just imagining how many long years we've spent alone away from the company of a man, I can no longer wait, from today onwards I, Jiutian Xuannu, will also have a husband of my own! I can't wait to see the expression of Nuwa's and Changxi's face when they meet him!!! Fufufufufufu... "

Unlike the before two women who represented warmth, and holiness, the woman who spoke seemed to be dark and shrouded in mystery. Dressed in a traditional flow Hanfu with long sleeves and with motifs of flowers and phoenix decorated on her dress, she was nothing like the women who were dressed in plain and pure.

With snow-white complexion and cherry coloured lips, a gorgeous face and a majestic body, she was so elegant that only Chang'e and Xi Wangmu from her own Mythology could compete with her. Together with the straight-bladed Jian Sword mysteriously hanging on her back by defying laws of gravity with no sort of external support, a glance was enough to discern that she was a user of the sword.

Flowing black hair, and side-swept bangs coupled with a simple updo at the back, she had hair ornaments made of jade with a flowery buyao and a phoenix depicting hairpin. She looked like a mature lady who no one knew what she truly was but still strived to be in her good blessings.

"You do know that he won't become an adult right away, don't you? Also, we can't let anyone know about him till he grows strong enough. If anyone knows about him then they will definitely hunt him down and cause all our efforts over the years to turn into waste."

Replying in a voice which seemed as if coming from Nature itself, the woman in a blond earthy hair was overflowing with both concern and a tinge of wildness towards the ball of chaos. In a simple long white gown that properly covered her whole body, and with a few golden ornaments here and there, the woman gave off a motherly feeling to everyone who looked at her.

But still, those who knew who she truly was were always vary of what she might do in the next second. Because hidden behind the perfect motherly image of hers was a warrior who would have no troubles going up against even the strongest of the universe, and bury the world in war and death.

However more than any of this, the woman was displaying signs of being frustrated and unfulfilled which came from those who after experiences the carnal pleasures and later abstained. This was indeed what was happening with Freya, because despite being the Goddess of Sex, she was still a virgin who was reaching the limit of self-control.

"Of course she knows about that Freya, after all, she isn't called the Dark Lady of the Nine Heavens for nothing, if she chooses to hide than not even the strongest Gods can't discover her. And he who will be born with part of her True Essence will also be able to similarly hide without any troubles."

Speaking with a soothing voice was the final of the five women, someone who could compare with them in both beauty and status, Amaterasu, who unlike Hestia and her warm tended red flame, was giving off an image of a burning sun which could never be tamed.

Wearing a white coloured obi which had designs of miniature red coloured suns all along the borders, with long black hair which went past the red coloured sash tied at her back but still underneath the yellow coloured Tennin Hagoromo (Flying Scarf), which seemed like another small sun itself. The heat around the Amaterasu was so hight that even though it was unintentional the chaos around her itself was burning!

By now the ball of chaos had dwindled down into the size of what could be considered as a little smaller than what a newborn infant would be, and was a mixture of impeccable pure white and abysmal black.

Looking at this an expression of seriousness appeared in all the women as they began making preparations for the final step.