“!!!” My heart skipped a beat as I heard that.

My memories. After so long… my memories were RIGHT THERE. Within the Heart of Silence, at least the fragments of my reign as their so-called High Queen.

However, that sparked a million questions in my mind, like why the hell did I leave my memories with them in the first place? Why trust anyone, even these Nine zealots, with something so vital? Did I plan this? Did I plan this encounter? A safeguard? Or was it Lilith’s hand guiding me? Maybe I wanted to have my memories back during a crucial moment?

And the darkest question of all:

Are they truly my memories? What if they’re fake or false? Did that black orb contain a fake story to manipulate me to some unknown end?

Questions after questions circled in my mind, all vague answers and no resolution… but that didn’t stop me from starting to approach the Death god that held the Heart.

The closer I stepped, the heavier the air became. The crystal’s pulse echoed inside my chest, syncing with my own heart. My breath hitched, claws twitching with the urge to seize it. My instincts screamed at me to tear it open, to grab its secrets by any force necessary.

‘Fuck. Hold yourself together.’

The leader of the Nine remained still, hands outstretched. His hooded void tilted just slightly, as if watching me wrestle with myself.

“My Queen,” he rasped, voice thick with reverence, “you are incomplete without it. You walk blind in a world that was once yours to command. Within the Heart sleeps your truth. Your victories. Your sins. And the chains you broke to rise above gods.”

“Chains, huh?” A growl crawled up my throat. “And what if those chains are meant to stay broken? What if this little trinket isn’t just memories, but a leash?”

“You would not have created a leash, My Queen,” a black, faceless shadow answered smoothly, his rasping voice vibrating deep into the air. “Maybe for pleasure, but if so, the choice should be yours.”

“Damn right.”

My gaze locked on the orb. Each throb of shadow from its core dragged my body closer, like gravity itself had grown claws around my ribs. My thighs pressed together instinctively; it wasn’t just pulling at my mind—it was burrowing straight into the hunger of my body.

“Tch.” I clenched my teeth, whipping my head away to break the spell. “Fuck… it feels alive.”

“It is,” one of the Nine whispered, their voice trembling like a prayer. “The Heart of Silence is no mere artifact. It is the echo of your will, the womb you crafted from your own power.”

The words fell like a hammer, the last one of a thousand nails into the coffin. My senses thrummed, hot and pulsing as the crystal swallowed all thoughts like a greedy throat.

‘So I made this thing. That meant I put part of myself into it. Maybe even more than that.’ In the back of my mind, I felt a shiver. This thing was a part of me I just didn’t acknowledge yet.

“…Hmph.” I forced a smirk onto my lips, though my claws dug deep into my palms. “So if I touch this thing, I get my memories back, right?”

The Nine all bowed their heads as one, their voices layering together like a funeral hymn.

“Yes, High Queen. But beware—it will be painful, in your words, it is like shoving a 50-inch cock up your tight wet pussy.”

“Oh.” I tilted my head back and snorted. “Finally, some good news. My pussy is getting quite loose these days.”

“Sigh!” one of the figures grumbled, crossing his arm beneath his cloak. “Horny as ever, my Queen.”

“That’s a compliment,” I snipped proudly.

The crystal pulsed harder, as if mocking the exchange, its shadows licking against my skin like tongues desperate to crawl inside me.

“Alright then,” I drawled, voice velvet over steel, “if it’s going to be a rough fuck, I might as well be the one on top.”

With that, I placed my feet firmly and extended my hand toward the Heart of Silence, fingers splayed wide.

CRACK! BOOM!

The moment I touched the orb, cracks splintered across its surface, before it exploded into shards, and a tornado of shadow just wrapped itself around my entire being.

“RAAAAARGGGH!” My scream filled the chamber as the shadow began to invade my body from every available entrance it had. The back of my throat, nose, ears, eyes, and even under my fingernails, as the darkness violently began tearing through the insides of my mouth.

And of course, we can’t forget about the holes down there. My pussy and ass, as if ready to welcome a male virgin dick, were suddenly spread apart, and I couldn’t do anything about it. And while my asshole was the one that was fucked the most, not just a small shadow was invading my pussy too. A large amount of the darkness was forming a phallus shape, almost like a 50-inch dick with huge balls, and it didn’t stop until it buried itself deep inside my womb and fucked the shit out of it.

The shadows didn’t just fill me—they claimed me. A thousand voices howled inside my skull, each one carrying fragments of words, screams, moans, and songs that belonged to me but not me. My knees buckled as the raw torrent of memory burned through my veins, every nerve set alight with a pain that felt more like violation than revelation.

Images—blinding, endless—slammed into me.

“AAAAHHHHHH!”

[Warning! Warning!]

[Morgana! This is too much for you to handle.] Herma, my assistant, spoke for the first time since I came to the Nexus City. [Give me permission to store these memories away]

“W-w-What!? No fucking way! These are my damn memories. Not yours or anyone’s.” I roared back, refusing Herma’s idea.

I wanted these memories back, and damn it, I will have them!

They were real, not fakes, not lies—they were mine. I saw glimpses: a life I didn’t remember, a war that tasted like ash and lust, and a love I couldn’t bring myself to look away from. And yet, I still held on—forcing my mind to remember, even if it destroyed everything in me to do it.

The Nine stood there watching, and I could feel the excitement and worry emanating from them; the only thought in their head was to beg me to take back the throne they had been guarding, and somehow it made me happier, even under this torture.

Blood trickled from my nose, ears, mouth, and even my eye. My lower entrances were faring no better. The shadows ripped my pussy and ass into shreds; hell, at some point, they even crawled under my bikini and pierced my nipples. It was too much and it hurt, as for some reason my body didn’t convert pain into pleasure like it usually did.

After 15 minutes of that agony.

All of the shadows found their way inside me, sealing every entrance it made its way from, leaving only the trail of blood and semen from their ‘merciless fuck’.

I collapsed onto the ground panting, clawing at my head that was still vibrating and spamming, memories falling into place faster than I could process.

But I endured. And as they fell into place, something ignited inside me.

“LILITH!!!!!!”

Like a falling star, I screamed her name, tears streaming down my cheeks. A blur of a hundred emotions crashed into me as I remembered—no, relived every part of her.

My wife. My queen. My world.

Everything rushed back in. My wife, my sister, my time in that realm, the happy times, the sad, and most of all—the amazing, wild, horny times we had as one.

Ten thousand years’ worth of memories came flooding back, so strong, so vivid that I couldn’t do anything else, other than clench my fist and let them consume me whole.

However, these memories were filtered a lot. Some parts were intentionally removed. I removed them, so the new Morgana in a new world would be free and could choose her own path.

‘So much information.’ I let out a satisfied moan as I realized my memory is back, some of it at least.

‘Fuck I’m old.’ I inwardly growled, realizing I was 20,000+ years old, all because the concept of time doesn’t exist in the Unspoken Realm.

Speaking of the Unspoken Realm. That place was Lilith’s domain.

Light and Dark created the first primordial gods to represent themselves; some called them Titans. After some time, these primordial gods created other gods to serve them.

Lilith was the second generation of the primordial gods created by the first Night Mother. Lilith’s purpose was to rule and manage a part of the Unspoken Realm that was Hell.

The real Hell, where the concept of hell was born. Without it, no other god would be able to create a hell for their world.

The things inside the place would make the bravest of gods beg and plead for mercy. Dark and horrific things that are beyond the understanding of mortals and even gods.

And funny enough, I waltzed right through those doors as if it were the front door of my own house.

I remember now that was the place where I found Lilith, naked, broken, and chained with red hell chains in her own palace, after the betrayal of that bitch Uriel and other gods.

“Haaa!” I let out a long breath to control myself before raising to my feet and turning to the Nine Death Gods.

“Uzgâr atûrz”

The words that came from my mouth were from the ancient language of the Unspoken Realms, a language that only a few people know.

‘I’m back’ were the words I spoke, and it caused the Nine to shake uncontrollably.

“We welcome your return, My Queen.” They all kneeled again, speaking in unison, but this time I noticed the pride in their distorted voices.

“Rise, my servants,” I ordered, waving my hand slowly. “For we have gods to kill, worlds to destroy, and one feathered bitch to enslave.”

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