Chapter 91: Goddess of Lust’s Descent: Where Is That Mortal Filth?
White feathers drifted out of the splattered sky and rained on Prayer Castle’s roofs as countless horse-drawn chariots began appearing one after another.
Deafening whinnies of the divine steeds echoed through the air as thousands of bright crimson chariots filled the sky like stars.
Cracks spread through the castle’s courtyard as the pillars began trembling. Hems of a royal purple gown swept across the floor as Empress Diana leaned against Maya’s side. "What should we do?"
Strands of crimson hair flickered on Empress Diana’s shoulder when Maya turned to face her. "You’re asking me?"
"Who else should I ask?" Hot breath escaped Empress Diana’s lips. "Weren’t you once related to the Lust Goddess?"
Chills ran down Mother Beatrice’s spine as she stared in confusion at Maya’s face. ’Maya, related to the Lust Goddess?’
Her soft, huge breasts pressed tightly together as she looked Maya over. ’Is that why she has that crimson hair and those eyes?’
Saliva snaked down Mother Beatrice’s throat as she gulped and remembered the way Mia looked at Maya when she visited them at the Pendant Tower.
Mother Beatrice’s heels clicked sharply on the stone as she stumbled two unsteady steps backward. "Maya... is it true?"
Cloth rustled softly as Maya shook her body slightly. ’What should I even say to redeem myself? That I was, but not anymore?’
She closed her eyes hard and sighed heavily. ’No matter what, the time has come for everyone to know who I really am.’
Her hair rose up and drifted in the air as if it had a mind of its own when Maya cracked her eyes open. "I am..."
A loud bang echoed from behind them when Senna Drae and Mia pushed the castle’s doors open.
The clicking sound of metal lingered around Senna as she drew her black jagged dagger and frowned. "What are you all waiting for? Let’s move!"
Mother Beatrice blinked twice at Senna when she saw the intense radiance in Senna’s eyes, as if she had undergone a new transformation. ’Why does Senna no longer have her half-blood sheen, and instead has the aura of a mage?’
Mother Beatrice’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked over at Mia. ’No way!’
Her shoulders rose when she saw Mia walking out with a purple shimmer in her eyes instead of crimson. ’Don’t tell me she has also transformed that easily.’
Sparks lighted as Lyra Ashveil slammed her midnight-blue longsword on the ground once. Clang!
"Senna, Shallot, and I will be doing the direct combat..." She looked at Mother Beatrice, then smiled. "Do yours also."
A piercing crimson beam dropped from the center of the starlike, blazing chariots in the sky and landed hard on the edge of the castle’s courtyard like a bomb. BLAST!
Rocks skyrocketed while huge cracks spread through the hovering courtyard like spirits.
A metallic groan vibrated through the air as Mother Beatrice tightened her grip on her golden staff and slammed it hard against the ground. SHUNK!
A wave of holy golden radiance seeped out of the area of impact and washed over everyone, raising the hems of their gowns and revealing their precious, pulsing panties. Fluff!
Just as their gowns lowered, every face paled. A fog of smoke sprawled out of the beam of crimson light and filled the area in seconds.
Sharp coughs escaped Shallot as she tirelessly brushed the smoke out of her face. "What was that?"
Her body was shoved forward as a forceful magnetic push pulled her. "Help!"
Just as she was about to be taken off the ground, Lyra caught her by the arm and pulled her back down. But the metal chest plate of her combat suit peeled off.
Faint wet thuds lingered as her breasts with hardened gray nipples bounced on her chest. ’This is embarrassing.’
She crossed her arms over her chest and lowered her suddenly flushed face. ’I should have worn a brassiere or something.’
"Shallot." Lyra brushed her palms on her shoulder and blinked once. "Don’t be embarrassed because you have breasts that are bigger than your stature."
Shallot’s crossed hands slipped down slightly as her cheeks reddened with shock. ’Really? Is it that normal to have breasts that are bigger than your frame?’
Their hair drifted upward as the blazing crimson horses in the sky whinnied. Loud clicks echoed as they slammed their hooves hard against the air.
A hasty wind flashed from behind the thousands of horses as a single figure wrapped in a blinding silver and white divine fire began descending the staircase.
Mia’s eyebrows narrowed when she saw the hems of her mother dangling against the heavenly rift. ’Mom...’
The hilt of Senna Drae’s dagger screamed under her skin as she tightened her grip on it. ’You came at the wrong time, Goddess Lysara.’
Sparkling black lights gleamed on the tips of her dagger as she raised it slightly in front of her face.
The cape of Lyra’s midnight combat suit flapped at her back as she moved her left leg a bit backward, keeping her focus locked on the figure descending the staircase.
Hot gasps flashed out of Maya’s lungs as she watched Lysara for a moment, then closed her eyes. ’You shouldn’t have come, half-sister.’
Memories of her childhood in the heavenly realm reeled behind her eyes like a wound she could not heal. ’See who took the crown, no matter how much you swore to never become the Lust Goddess, even if it was left with your last life.’
Faint sparks seeped out of Maya’s fingernails as she cracked her eyes open and squinted at the sky. ’Let’s see how strong you’ve become.’
A sweet divine scent lingered around Goddess Lysara with every step she took descending the staircase. ’Are these ants the ones who sent that divine power?’
Featherless wings made of pure light extended from Lysara’s back as she sighed in discomfort, seeing only the same faces she had been seeing for centuries waiting for her. ’If I knew it came from them, I wouldn’t have bothered coming here.’
Just as she stopped at the base of the heavenly staircase, her heart rate doubled. A wave of pure, diluted energy flashed through her featherless wings and caused her chest to tighten. ’This can’t be right.’
The hair on her sweet, translucent, porcelain skin rose on end as her long, silver-blue hair floated around her as if submerged in holy water when she saw her daughter standing there, fully transformed. ’There’s got to be another I’m not seeing.’
A wave of intense power flashed out of her tightly bound, intricate breastplate of celestial iron and sent everyone straight to their knees in seconds.
Goddess Lysara’s lips shimmered as she stepped forward. "Where is that mortal filth?"
Her heavy bust pressed hard against her tight celestial iron breastplate when she crossed her arms in front of her. "Speak if you want your lives..."
A grim grin lanced through her face as she uncrossed her right arm and looked straight at her fingertips. "Or dwell in silence and die!"