Chapter 213: Mother 3

The nature of a mother's love is often debated – is it an objective force, rooted in nurturing instincts, protection, and emotional support, or is it a deeply personal, subjective experience shaped by unique relationships, life experiences, and emotional connections?

In truth, both perspectives hold merit, coexisting in a complex dance that defines the essence of maternal love.

As I gazed at the woman before me, though not my biological mother, she embodied the epitome of the best mother I could have ever asked for.

The present version of myself would not be complete without her presence in my life.

Her love transcended the ordinary, reaching a level of care, nourishment, and affection that was almost overwhelming.

It was as if her love was amplified a hundredfold, if not thousands, surpassing the conventional boundaries of maternal affection.

While I cherished the depth of her love, I couldn't ignore the fact that it went beyond the realms of familial attachment.

There was an intensity, an almost obsessive quality to her love for me that surpassed the norm.

Even with my understanding, I found it challenging to absorb the entirety of her affection directly; it was a force that threatened to engulf me.

Despite the profound connection we shared, I couldn't shake the awareness that there was an uncharted territory in our relationship, a boundary I dared not cross.

The fear of what might happen, of potentially shattering the delicate balance we had cultivated over the years, held me back.

The weight of Mother's question hung in the air, and the atmosphere turned taut as I observed the transformation in Isabella's appearance. Her once brown eyes, now consumed by darkness, seemed to hold the entire universe within them.

The once familiar brown hair had turned pitch black, and an ominous black aura enveloped her form.

The very sight of her, altered by Mother's possession, left me wondering if I should be thankful that it was Isabella's body and not Mother's true form standing before me.

The intensity in her gaze hinted at a potential terrifying visage she could have manifested.

As I grappled with how to respond to Mother's inquiry about my lovers, my mind plunged into a whirlpool of thoughts.

Should I divulge details about each of them, outlining their uniqueness, sharing their stories, and unraveling the reasons behind my affection for them?

'No...'

It seemed like the sensible approach, but the fear of unintentionally revealing a lovable aspect that Mother might perceive as a threat, gnawed at me.

"....."

"....."

The silence stretched, and the pressure to answer mounted with each passing moment.

Mother's expectation loomed over me, and the consequences of choosing my words poorly felt like an impending storm.

"Baby...?"

Mother's inquiry hung in the air, her gaze fixed on me with an expectant look. Though I sensed an undercurrent of anger, a genuine curiosity shone through her eyes.

The dichotomy of emotions painted a complex picture of the woman before me – a mother, both stern and inquisitive.

Taking a deep breath, I reflected on the internal turmoil that had led me to overthink the situation.

As I looked into those simultaneously intimidating and innocent eyes, I was reminded that, fundamentally, I was conversing with my mother.

The realization struck me that she wouldn't intentionally cause me emotional or physical harm, alleviating the anxiety that had clouded my thoughts.

With this newfound clarity, I opened my mouth to share the stories of the women in my life.

I began with Ana, recounting the intricacies of our connection, then delved into the tales of Elena, Aria, and Louise.

As I spoke, a myriad of emotions flickered across Mother's face – surprise, curiosity, perhaps a hint of jealousy, and, surprisingly, understanding.

The fear I had harbored about her reaction slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief.

It became evident that, despite any initial reservations or jealousy, Mother's ultimate concern was my well-being.

"Baby!" she exclaimed in panic, rushing towards me with urgency. The darkness that had moments ago intensified now receded as she approached, replaced by the gentle glow of her healing powers.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry because of me you...." Her words trailed off in remorse, leaving an unspoken weight in the air. The genuine concern in her eyes clashed with the earlier outburst of anger, creating a complex emotional landscape.

Mother's healing touch worked swiftly to mend the physical wounds, yet the emotional residue lingered.

"It's fine; I'm sure you were just surprised," I uttered in an attempt to reassure Mother, but the words seemed to inflict more pain than solace. Her expression, burdened by guilt and sadness, reflected the aftermath of my ill-timed revelation.

The responsibility for this emotional turmoil rested squarely on my shoulders. I had been aware of Mother's intense emotions, particularly when it came to me. My attempts at honesty had inadvertently wounded her, exposing the fragility beneath the veneer of her divine existence.

Mother, an entity far from the norm, harbored unique sentiments for me, sentiments that went beyond the boundaries of conventional understanding.

Yet, despite this knowledge, I had been careless with my words, underestimating the impact they would have on her.

As I lay there, observing her healing touch mending my body, a heavy ache settled in my heart. This was not the proud and grand Mother I had always admired – a being beyond the gods themselves.

Instead, she was now shedding tears over the actions of a mere mortal. The dissonance between her celestial stature and the vulnerability she exhibited struck a disconcerting chord within me.

Suddenly, sparks of golden electricity began to wrap around Mother, a telltale sign that the forces of causality were pulling her back to her main body.

"Ah no...!" Mother mumbled, realization dawning upon her that our reunion was ending on a bitter note, disrupted by the inexorable rules governing her divine existence.

"Baby, I—" she attempted to explain, but her words were cut off abruptly as her lips met mine.

The unexpected kiss was a result of my hesitance.

Aware of Mother's profound feelings for me, and still navigating my own emotions, I wanted to offer her reassurance.

In that moment, I acknowledged the inevitable – that, in the end, I would find myself with Mother.

"Ian?" she finally mumbled my name, her face reflecting a mix of confusion and happiness.

"Do you finally remem—" she began, but her presence abruptly disappeared. Isabella's unconscious body slumped onto my chest, her gentle breaths now indicating that Mother had truly returned to her main form.

The room, once filled with the intensity of our emotions, now seemed emptier, as if the very air carried the remnants of our fleeting reunion.

I slumped down on my bed Isabella fell with me.

"I'm tired....!"

....

As darkness rippled, the black seas rose in tumultuous waves, and lightning struck every corner of the world.

The echoing roars of monsters resonated with screams of joy, a cacophony that reverberated through the ethereal realms.

In the deep abyss of space, a beautiful lady seated on her obsidian throne radiated an unusual emotion – happiness.

This sentiment was an anomaly among the beings that dwelled in the cosmic expanse, yet despite their lack of understanding, a shared acknowledgment rippled through their collective consciousness.

Their creator, their mother, was satisfied at this moment.

The monsters, creatures born of shadow and chaos, gazed upward toward the castle-like black throne where the lady reclined in regal splendor.

Her mere presence exuded an aura of power and authority that commanded both fear and reverence.

The lady delicately touched her lips, a gesture laden with meaning that the denizens of this dark realm recognized.

A moment of anticipation lingered as she brought her fingers to her mouth, trailing the outline with an ethereal grace. Then, with deliberate intent, she licked them, savoring the essence of satisfaction.

As the act unfolded, a silent understanding passed among the monstrous entities.

This gesture, seemingly simple, held profound significance – a manifestation of their creator's contentment.

In response, the monstrous denizens erupted in an otherworldly display of jubilation, their chaotic joy echoing through the abyss.

In the cosmic ballet of shadows and screams, the lady on the throne reveled in the satisfaction of her creation, the dark realms pulsating with the energy of her approval.