“It seems even Kaguya has been defeated,” Hermes said, his voice calm and unruffled as if he were merely commenting on the weather. Yet, the gravity of the situation was not lost on anyone present. The assembly of gods was momentarily stunned into silence, their disbelief palpable. Kaguya, the most loyal servant of Goddess Amaterasu, had fallen—a thought that seemed almost impossible.
As the realization set in, the tension in the air thickened. “He’s even more amazing than I thought!” Ishtar exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of admiration and desire. A slow smile crept across her face, and she licked her lips with anticipation. “What’s a man like that doing in such a hopeless place as Tenebria?
Should I bring him to my domain?” The mere thought of it seemed to thrill her.
Hera, who had been watching the scene unfold with an air of cool detachment, turned her gaze to Amaterasu, the goddess’s fists clenched tightly. “What are you going to do, Amaterasu?” Hera asked. “As much as you might want to kill him, you know the consequences. Unless he poses a direct threat to your life, you cannot simply strike him down.”
Amaterasu’s eyes flashed with anger, but before she could speak, Hermes interjected with his usual smoothness. “Or perhaps you do nothing? Let Kaguya and the Hero remain captives, but you could at least save the others by ordering them to retreat. It’s a strategic choice, even if not an easy one.”
But Amaterasu’s temper flared at the suggestion. “Out of the question!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “I will not abandon Kaguya.”
Ishtar leaned forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Then what will you do? That Hero of Darkness is no fool. He won’t release her without a fight, and even then, not without getting something in return.”
Amaterasu’s expression hardened, her mind racing as she considered her options. “I will find a way,” she said. “He’s just a human, after all. I’ll offer him something so irresistible that he’ll have no choice but to comply. Until then, stay out of my way!” With that, Amaterasu vanished, leaving the others to ponder her parting words.
Ishtar pouted, her plans thwarted for the moment. “Muuu! I wanted to speak to him!” she complained frustrated.
Hermes chuckled, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “We all know what you wanted, Ishtar,” he teased, his laughter light yet knowing.
Ishtar’s eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and excitement. “I can’t help it! How long has it been since I’ve seen a man this… unique? He’s even more captivating than Adonis and reminds me of Gilgamesh! I’ll definitely make him mine.
With Phoebe by my side, we’ll be invincible!” With her mind made up, Ishtar too disappeared.
Hermes sighed, watching her go before turning his attention to Hera, who had remained silent, her expression thoughtful. “What are you thinking?”
Hera’s eyes narrowed, her thoughts sharp. “He’s dangerous,” she said quietly, more to herself than to Hermes. “After the war against the Trojans, we should take care of him. He could become a threat if left unchecked.” With those ominous words, she too departed, leaving Hermes alone in the white chamber.
Hermes replayed the recent events in his mind, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The war against the Trojans, hm? Aphrodite… what are you planning?” he mused aloud and left as well.
Meanwhile, Amaterasu descended into the mortal realm.
It was an extraordinary event for the gods to set foot in the world of mortals, an occurrence reserved for only the most pressing of situations. The divine, by their very nature, existed in a realm far removed from that of humans, their presence far too overwhelming to mingle with mortal affairs without significant reason.
The balance of the cosmos depended on this separation, and the gods were bound by a code that prevented them from interfering directly with the lives of humans—unless the situation was dire.
Khione was one of the rare exceptions to this rule.
However, even when they did descend, the gods couldn’t simply act on a whim. Their interactions with mortals were governed by strict laws, and the consequences of overstepping these bounds were severe. A god who misused their power in the mortal world risked the wrath of higher beings, facing punishments that could range from the loss of their divine status to imprisonment, or even death.
This was the dilemma that Amaterasu found herself in.
Despite her overwhelming desire to end Samael’s life, her hands were tied. To strike him down outright would be to invite her own downfall—losing her divine power or, worse, facing execution. She was a goddess of immense power and wisdom, but the divine law was clear: she could not kill without provocation.
If Samael attacked her with lethal intent, only then could she retaliate within the bounds of the divine code. There were ways to exploit loopholes in these rules, but Amaterasu had no desire to gamble with Kaguya’s life. Kaguya, whom she had raised and protected for centuries as if she were her own daughter.
Amaterasu’s thoughts were interrupted as she approached the cave where they were hiding.
The entrance loomed before her, shadowed and ominous. Her divine senses immediately noticed the absence of the ice pillar that had imprisoned Kaguya. Samael had likely taken her deeper inside the cave. Suppressing the fury that threatened to consume her, Amaterasu steeled herself and stepped inside, her resolve as unyielding as the sun she embodied.
“Sluuurp~”
A peculiar sound reached her ears as she ventured further into the darkness.
It was an odd, wet sound, like something being sucked or slurped. The noise was strange, out of place, and it made her frown in suspicion. She moved closer, her divine presence masked so as not to alert Samael to her arrival.
“Yeah, lick around,” a voice spoke, dripping with vile satisfaction.
Amaterasu’s blood ran cold. There was no mistaking that voice—Samael, the very being she loathed. The sight that greeted her as she crept closer stopped her dead in her tracks.
She froze, her breath catching in her throat.
“Hmmmff~”
There he was, standing with his lower half exposed, a twisted smile of pleasure on his lips as he stroked the dark hair of the figure kneeling before him. The grotesque, slurping sound was unmistakable now, echoing in the confined space of the cave.
“Sluuuurp!”
The sound echoed again, and with it, a soft, submissive whimper.
Amaterasu’s heart twisted in horror as her eyes confirmed what her mind refused to believe.
It was Kaguya, the girl she had nurtured and protected for so long. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half-closed in a haze of humiliation and confusion as she obediently sucked and licked at Samael’s erect cock.