As Kent walked out of the Royal Palace, the cool breeze brushed against his face, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
“What just happened back there?” Kent asked the lust goddess inside his soul.
The voice of the Lust Goddess echoed from his soul space. “I just encountered a Forbidden Goddess spirit. Like how you have me in your soul, that demon-faced young man has a Forbidden Goddess spirit inside his soul.”
Kent’s steps faltered for a moment, and he frowned. “What? How is that even possible? You were thrown out of Heaven by the demigods… Is there a chance the Forbidden Goddess was thrown out of Hell and found him?”
The Lust Goddess chuckled lightly, though her tone carried a hint of seriousness. “No, my dear. The Forbidden Gods are separate from the Evil Gods who rule Hell. The Forbidden Gods are not welcome in Heaven or Hell. They live in secret, hidden even from the gods themselves. The War God banished them for disrupting the natural order. No one knows how many still exist or where they hide.”
Kent’s brow furrowed in thought. “So, how did he get one? Which Forbidden Goddess is inside him? And… are you stronger than her?”
“I’m not sure how he found a Forbidden Goddess spirit. If you have maintained contact with him for a few more moments, I might’ve been able to learn her identity.” Her voice was tinged with irritation.
“And as for being stronger, on most days, I could kick that wretched spirit like a dog. But on certain days, like the full moon or no moon, her power can surpass mine. There are special rituals that can enhance a Forbidden Goddess’s spirit, so I can’t say for certain who would be stronger at any given time.”
Kent’s lips curved into a smirk, though his eyes remained cold. “Looks like I’ll need to keep an eye on him.”
The Lust Goddess sensed something more lurking in his mind. “Stop thinking about killing him now. That fellow is already experiencing a hell of a life because of the forbidden goddess spirit. Like how you got affected by my presence, he was also suffering consequences. If he loses control one day, his own soul will be consumed by that forbidden goddess. It will be better to leave him to his doom.” The lust goddess explained.
Kent nodded his head silently and stepped on the golden throne.
“You seem to be taking a particular interest in the Queen,” she commented, her tone mocking and sly.
Kent’s smirk vanished, and his jaw tightened. His voice was filled with anger. “Interest? That damned witch cursed my aura channels when I was a baby. She’s the reason my mother lived in misery, why I grew up in some forsaken countryside, ignorant of who my parents even were. She’s the reason my grandmother died in sorrow, the reason my mother lived a life of pain.”
The Lust Goddess remained silent, but Kent could feel her attention, her gaze lingering on his inner turmoil. He continued, his voice shaking with suppressed fury, “The Quinn family threw my mother out because of her! That family is going to fall, and the Queen herself will be the one who brings them down. They’ll be blinded by their own hands, and when the time comes, I will make sure she pays dearly. From her family to her very life… she will suffer miserably.”
The anger in his heart burned fiercely as he clenched his fists, recalling every moment of his cursed childhood. His thoughts swirled in a storm of revenge, plans forming, emotions raging. The Lust Goddess, though silent, smiled in satisfaction at his fiery passion.
Just as Kent sat on his golden throne, preparing to leave the capital, the Lust Goddess’s voice came again, though more teasing this time. “So, what’s your grand plan for her? Gonna tear her apart piece by piece?”
Kent’s eyes gleamed with cold determination. “No, I want her to be consumed by her own sins. Everything she treasures will be taken away, slowly. I will watch her crumble, and when she’s at her lowest, I’ll make sure she knows it’s all because of me.”
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Stronghold of the 9 Realms Association, High Tower…
In the uppermost floor of the grand tower, the sound of a whip cracking through the air echoed in the dim chamber. A young man, shirtless, his back lined with fresh, bleeding skin, swung the whip with unrelenting force. His face was twisted in pain, both physical and emotional.
“Simon, stop hurting yourself!” Jason, his father, stood nearby, his voice filled with both frustration and concern. “I told you, you’ll surpass him soon enough. You’ll get your chance to kill him with your own hands. Stop beating yourself like this!”
Simon’s chest heaved with ragged breaths, his face contorted in rage. “Don’t stop me, Father!” His voice cracked as he swung the whip again, the leather snapping against his already bloodied skin. “That bastard Kent! You had him right there, ready to be butchered, but you let him walk away!”
Jason’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t approach. “We had no choice, Simon. The situation was—”
“No!” Simon interrupted, his voice filled with despair. “You don’t understand! I can’t bear this shame! Do you know what it felt like to lose to him? To be humiliated in front of all the spectators of the 9 Realms? As long as he’s alive, I’ll never be more than a second-rank warrior. I’ll never escape his shadow!”
Tears streamed down Simon’s face as he dropped the whip, his body trembling from the intensity of his emotions. Jason stepped forward then, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, though Simon flinched at the touch.
“You don’t have to worry about him anymore,” Jason said, his voice low and filled with intent. “I’ve found another way to get rid of him. This time, my son, he won’t escape even if he ran to edges of 9 realms.”
Simon’s eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope. “What… what are you planning?”
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