“Mo, Moz...”
The goddess instinctively felt aversion to that smile and took a step back without realizing it.
Not much, just one step, just that distance.
But who would have thought that a gap of that size would irritate Moz's feelings?
“You may resent me now, but eventually you will have no choice but to come back to me. Because I will be the only one you can rely on. Just like I did.”
Darkness filled the air around him as he stared blankly at the wide open street and murmured in a dark voice.
“No, no, Moz! Please don’t do that!”
The goddess, sensing something ominous in his appearance, tried to stop him in a hurry, but it was already too late.
The darkness that followed the master's command spread across the ground like an explosion, and the world was instantly engulfed in darkness.
The sun that was floating in the sky disappeared, and all living things, whether plants or animals, were robbed of their vitality.
The archangels were no exception.
Beings who had been granted the life force of the goddess did not cease breathing, but instead fell into a sleep as if they were dead.
For the first time, she felt fear as she realized that not only the creatures she had created but also the servants who had shared her birth were dying.
Without even knowing her feelings, Moz quickly narrowed the distance between them.
“Don’t be afraid, Hethel. I’m not trying to hurt you. It’s just that we’re now equal.”
The sight of him extending his hand and smiling affectionately was no different from before.
It was clearly the lover that she loved and still loved.
But how could he do something like that with that face?
A cry of despair burst from the goddess's mouth, unable to bear the fact that it was her lover who was killing her world.
“I told you to stop!”
At that moment, divine light enveloped the goddess's body.
The light, indignant at the master's despair, instantly consumed the darkness, turning the underground as bright as the ground at noon.
It purified all the darkness spread by Moz.
The sun that had disappeared appeared again, the yellowed and dead grass grew green again, and the animals that had stopped breathing woke up again and ran across the fields.
Even the servants who had been in a long sleep opened their eyes.
Everything was back to how it was.
Just as the goddess wanted.
She wished it had ended with a happy ending.
“Ugh!”
Moz, who was taking steps toward the goddess, stumbled and fell to the ground.
The darkness that was his own double was devoured by the divine light and suffered the same blow.
“Mo, Moz!”
The surprised goddess ran quickly and hugged him.
His face, which had fallen limply, was lying on her knees, and as she examined the condition, his face became filled with shock.
His face, scarred with light and darkness, was truly horrifying.
“Moz! Are you okay? Come to your senses!”
Sensing a sense of urgency, she shook him desperately.
Clear tears flowed continuously, wetting her face.
Moz, who had been quietly looking at her face, which was a mess from crying, smiled weakly.
“In the end, I die by your hands, Hethel.”
“Oh, no, Moz. It wasn’t intentional. I was just trying to stop you...!”
The goddess made excuses urgently.
She wanted to prove that she didn't intend to kill him, that she only wanted to save the things she loved, and that she didn't resent him enough to want to kill him.
But he didn't even give her a chance to make excuses.
“I blame you, Hethel. You taught me so much. Your teachings have made me such a miserable being.”
“Moz...”
“Woe to you, Hethel. Just as I was unhappy because of you, so be you.”
The goddess's expression became blank at the words that sounded like a curse.
She never dreamed that he, who always spoke only kind words, would be able to say something like this.
That too, to her, who he used to say was 'more precious than life'.
Moz, who was mocking her by raising the corners of his lips, placed his hand on the goddess's swollen stomach.
At that moment, a handful of darkness that had been faintly swirling around his body was sucked into her stomach.
“What are you doing...!”
The goddess quickly shook his hand away, but it was already too late.
The darkness that was like Moz's legacy was all absorbed by the child in her stomach.
“One day, you will feel the same pain as I did. You will be betrayed by the person you love the most, and everything you love will be taken away from you. When that day comes, you will understand how I feel. I look forward to that day.”
He looked at the face of the goddess, stained with despair, with satisfaction, and closed his eyes.
Pushing the person he loved so much, the one he still loves, into the worst hell.
From that day on, the goddess lived every day in despair.
Without time to mourn the loss of Moz, she was afraid of the child who would be born with his curse.
The existence of the child she had firmly believed to be the fruit of her love felt terrifying.
The goddess was troubled.
Should I kill him before he comes into the world? Then, will I be able to avoid the curse of Moz that has set in like a human being?
But that couldn't be done.
Even though her relationship with Moz ended badly, she still loved him, and the child in her womb was the only proof that Moz had ever existed in this world.
As she hesitated day after day, the child was finally born.
Brilliant blond hair, warm green eyes, a white face, and rosy cheeks.
The child looked amazingly like a goddess.
The goddess fell in love with the child as soon as she saw her.
Even if the child was born with a curse, she couldn't help but love the child who looked just like her.
Eventually, the goddess named the child Elysia and announced to the world that she was her first blessing.
A child growing up under the love of the whole world was a happiness to the goddess that could not be compared to anything else.
But that was only for a moment, as the goddess soon became anxious.
Because she discovered the darkness embedded deep within the child's soul.
It was the very darkness that Moz had left behind.
The goddess tried desperately to purify the darkness, but it was impossible.
The final curse that Moz left behind at the end of his demise was so terrifyingly powerful that no matter how hard she tried, it would not go away.
The goddess became more and more afraid.
She was so afraid that the darkness this child carried would spread out into the world, that it would turn this world into hell just like Moz had done, and that Moz's curse would become a reality.
A single thread of anxiety blooming in her chest constantly ate away at the goddess, and she made a special choice.
She decided to hide the child and raise her in the cave where Moz was.
The words were meant to hide the truth, but in reality, they were merely confined and sealed.
To prevent that ominous thing from coming into the world, to prevent it from ruining this world he loves.
The child, who was suddenly separated from her mother and thrown into a dark cave, naturally could not accept the situation.
“Mother, why did you lock me up here?”
“Please take me out, Mother. It’s too cold and dark in here.”
“I’m scared, Mother.”
“Don’t leave me here.”
“Please don’t abandon me.”
The child begged and pleaded, but the goddess did not grant her request.
The child gradually withered away as her mother did not respond, no matter how much she called.
The heart that had been firmly built with love became weak, and the light inherited from the goddess quickly faded.
Darkness crept in like a ghost, taking advantage of the gap.
“Child, don’t beg Hethel. Don’t expect anything from her. Hethel doesn’t love you.”
“No, my mother loves me.”
“No. She doesn’t care about you at all. Please don’t be distressed by someone who doesn’t care about you.”
“No, I said no! She said I was everything to her. She said I was her first blessing, the only thing that made her happy!”
“Hethel always says that. She uses sweet words to pierce through others and shake their hearts. And once she has that heart all to herself, she throws it away without mercy. My master and your father were like that, too.”
"...Father?"
“Yes. Your father, the god who gave birth to us and the king who rules over us, also fell into ruin, having lost all his heart to Hethel.”
“...”
“My little master, please do not fall for the tricks of that wicked woman. That was the only hope my master had left.”
The child hesitated for a moment at the mention of her father, who she didn't even know existed, but then denied the dark words again.
“No, absolutely not. My mother loves me. She will get me out of here soon. I won’t listen to you! Go away!”
Was that blind faith reminding me of my master?
The voice of darkness became even lower.
“That wicked woman loves you? The first blessing? Then why is she leaving you here? Why is she leaving you here, while she keeps the other children in her arms and lets them run around and play in the shining world?”
“Another irony, what is that... I’m her only child.”
“You foolish child. My poor master. Look at this.”
As Elysia lost the light she had inherited from the goddess, the darkness that was freed from the seal showed the child the appearance of the earth.
Four children are running freely on the green lawn.
And the sight of the goddess smiling happily while looking at that innocent face.
The sight of her mother smiling so brightly, as if she had completely forgotten about Elysia and her friends.
The goddess instinctively felt aversion to that smile and took a step back without realizing it.
Not much, just one step, just that distance.
But who would have thought that a gap of that size would irritate Moz's feelings?
“You may resent me now, but eventually you will have no choice but to come back to me. Because I will be the only one you can rely on. Just like I did.”
Darkness filled the air around him as he stared blankly at the wide open street and murmured in a dark voice.
“No, no, Moz! Please don’t do that!”
The goddess, sensing something ominous in his appearance, tried to stop him in a hurry, but it was already too late.
The darkness that followed the master's command spread across the ground like an explosion, and the world was instantly engulfed in darkness.
The sun that was floating in the sky disappeared, and all living things, whether plants or animals, were robbed of their vitality.
The archangels were no exception.
Beings who had been granted the life force of the goddess did not cease breathing, but instead fell into a sleep as if they were dead.
For the first time, she felt fear as she realized that not only the creatures she had created but also the servants who had shared her birth were dying.
Without even knowing her feelings, Moz quickly narrowed the distance between them.
“Don’t be afraid, Hethel. I’m not trying to hurt you. It’s just that we’re now equal.”
The sight of him extending his hand and smiling affectionately was no different from before.
It was clearly the lover that she loved and still loved.
But how could he do something like that with that face?
A cry of despair burst from the goddess's mouth, unable to bear the fact that it was her lover who was killing her world.
“I told you to stop!”
At that moment, divine light enveloped the goddess's body.
The light, indignant at the master's despair, instantly consumed the darkness, turning the underground as bright as the ground at noon.
It purified all the darkness spread by Moz.
The sun that had disappeared appeared again, the yellowed and dead grass grew green again, and the animals that had stopped breathing woke up again and ran across the fields.
Even the servants who had been in a long sleep opened their eyes.
Everything was back to how it was.
Just as the goddess wanted.
She wished it had ended with a happy ending.
“Ugh!”
Moz, who was taking steps toward the goddess, stumbled and fell to the ground.
The darkness that was his own double was devoured by the divine light and suffered the same blow.
“Mo, Moz!”
The surprised goddess ran quickly and hugged him.
His face, which had fallen limply, was lying on her knees, and as she examined the condition, his face became filled with shock.
His face, scarred with light and darkness, was truly horrifying.
“Moz! Are you okay? Come to your senses!”
Sensing a sense of urgency, she shook him desperately.
Clear tears flowed continuously, wetting her face.
Moz, who had been quietly looking at her face, which was a mess from crying, smiled weakly.
“In the end, I die by your hands, Hethel.”
“Oh, no, Moz. It wasn’t intentional. I was just trying to stop you...!”
The goddess made excuses urgently.
She wanted to prove that she didn't intend to kill him, that she only wanted to save the things she loved, and that she didn't resent him enough to want to kill him.
But he didn't even give her a chance to make excuses.
“I blame you, Hethel. You taught me so much. Your teachings have made me such a miserable being.”
“Moz...”
“Woe to you, Hethel. Just as I was unhappy because of you, so be you.”
The goddess's expression became blank at the words that sounded like a curse.
She never dreamed that he, who always spoke only kind words, would be able to say something like this.
That too, to her, who he used to say was 'more precious than life'.
Moz, who was mocking her by raising the corners of his lips, placed his hand on the goddess's swollen stomach.
At that moment, a handful of darkness that had been faintly swirling around his body was sucked into her stomach.
“What are you doing...!”
The goddess quickly shook his hand away, but it was already too late.
The darkness that was like Moz's legacy was all absorbed by the child in her stomach.
“One day, you will feel the same pain as I did. You will be betrayed by the person you love the most, and everything you love will be taken away from you. When that day comes, you will understand how I feel. I look forward to that day.”
He looked at the face of the goddess, stained with despair, with satisfaction, and closed his eyes.
Pushing the person he loved so much, the one he still loves, into the worst hell.
***
From that day on, the goddess lived every day in despair.
Without time to mourn the loss of Moz, she was afraid of the child who would be born with his curse.
The existence of the child she had firmly believed to be the fruit of her love felt terrifying.
The goddess was troubled.
Should I kill him before he comes into the world? Then, will I be able to avoid the curse of Moz that has set in like a human being?
But that couldn't be done.
Even though her relationship with Moz ended badly, she still loved him, and the child in her womb was the only proof that Moz had ever existed in this world.
As she hesitated day after day, the child was finally born.
Brilliant blond hair, warm green eyes, a white face, and rosy cheeks.
The child looked amazingly like a goddess.
The goddess fell in love with the child as soon as she saw her.
Even if the child was born with a curse, she couldn't help but love the child who looked just like her.
Eventually, the goddess named the child Elysia and announced to the world that she was her first blessing.
A child growing up under the love of the whole world was a happiness to the goddess that could not be compared to anything else.
But that was only for a moment, as the goddess soon became anxious.
Because she discovered the darkness embedded deep within the child's soul.
It was the very darkness that Moz had left behind.
The goddess tried desperately to purify the darkness, but it was impossible.
The final curse that Moz left behind at the end of his demise was so terrifyingly powerful that no matter how hard she tried, it would not go away.
The goddess became more and more afraid.
She was so afraid that the darkness this child carried would spread out into the world, that it would turn this world into hell just like Moz had done, and that Moz's curse would become a reality.
A single thread of anxiety blooming in her chest constantly ate away at the goddess, and she made a special choice.
She decided to hide the child and raise her in the cave where Moz was.
The words were meant to hide the truth, but in reality, they were merely confined and sealed.
To prevent that ominous thing from coming into the world, to prevent it from ruining this world he loves.
The child, who was suddenly separated from her mother and thrown into a dark cave, naturally could not accept the situation.
“Mother, why did you lock me up here?”
“Please take me out, Mother. It’s too cold and dark in here.”
“I’m scared, Mother.”
“Don’t leave me here.”
“Please don’t abandon me.”
The child begged and pleaded, but the goddess did not grant her request.
The child gradually withered away as her mother did not respond, no matter how much she called.
The heart that had been firmly built with love became weak, and the light inherited from the goddess quickly faded.
Darkness crept in like a ghost, taking advantage of the gap.
“Child, don’t beg Hethel. Don’t expect anything from her. Hethel doesn’t love you.”
“No, my mother loves me.”
“No. She doesn’t care about you at all. Please don’t be distressed by someone who doesn’t care about you.”
“No, I said no! She said I was everything to her. She said I was her first blessing, the only thing that made her happy!”
“Hethel always says that. She uses sweet words to pierce through others and shake their hearts. And once she has that heart all to herself, she throws it away without mercy. My master and your father were like that, too.”
"...Father?"
“Yes. Your father, the god who gave birth to us and the king who rules over us, also fell into ruin, having lost all his heart to Hethel.”
“...”
“My little master, please do not fall for the tricks of that wicked woman. That was the only hope my master had left.”
The child hesitated for a moment at the mention of her father, who she didn't even know existed, but then denied the dark words again.
“No, absolutely not. My mother loves me. She will get me out of here soon. I won’t listen to you! Go away!”
Was that blind faith reminding me of my master?
The voice of darkness became even lower.
“That wicked woman loves you? The first blessing? Then why is she leaving you here? Why is she leaving you here, while she keeps the other children in her arms and lets them run around and play in the shining world?”
“Another irony, what is that... I’m her only child.”
“You foolish child. My poor master. Look at this.”
As Elysia lost the light she had inherited from the goddess, the darkness that was freed from the seal showed the child the appearance of the earth.
Four children are running freely on the green lawn.
And the sight of the goddess smiling happily while looking at that innocent face.
The sight of her mother smiling so brightly, as if she had completely forgotten about Elysia and her friends.
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