God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

552  Anger That Shook The Heavens

Kafka raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A situation, huh? What kind of situation? Don't tell me you guys had some kind of divine drama going on while I was down here making a mess of things. Did someone break a sacred rule or something? Or maybe you all got into a fight over who gets to give me a request next?" He chuckled, the idea amusing him more than it should.

But to his utter shock, Evangeline gave a sigh like she was shaking her head in dismay like she wished it were that simple and said,

"No, Kafka...It something that involves your mother, Lady Vanitas."

Kafka's eyes snapped open, his heart skipping a beat. Anything involving his mother always had that effect on him, a visceral reaction that he couldn't shake, no matter how much he claimed to despise her.

"My mother?" He repeated, his voice low, almost a whisper, as if saying her name too loudly might summon her presence. "What did she do this time? Don't tell me she tried to break the barrier between realms again and embarrassed herself after failing for the umpteenth time."

He chuckled, trying to mask the sudden tension in his chest with humor. @@novelbin@@

"She must really hate me bad, huh? Wanting to kill me so desperately like that." His smile was rueful, a mix of bitterness and resignation, as if he'd long accepted her animosity.

But Evangeline's response was not what he expected.

"No, Kafka." She said, her voice heavy with concern. "No such thing happened. Something...Something even more devastating occurred."

Kafka's curiosity piqued, the seriousness in her tone catching him off guard.

"Devastating?" He echoed, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean? If it wasn't her usual antics, then what happened? It sounds like a big deal, Evangeline. Don't leave me hanging here."

There was a pause, a silence that seemed to stretch on, heavy with the weight of what she was about to reveal.

"You see, your mother, Lady Vanitas." Evangeline began, her usual calm voice almost trembling. "She...She started crying."

Kafka froze, his mind struggling to process the words. "She cried?" He repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it aloud might make it more real. "You mean...she actually let tears fall from her eyes?"

"Yes." Evangeline confirmed, her tone laced with concern. "And if it were any other goddess, Kafka, it wouldn't have been such a shock. We all have emotions, after all. Tears, joy, anger—they're not uncommon among us."

"...But for Lady Vanitas, the God of Vanity, to give up her pride like that, to cry in front of the other goddesses...It was unprecedented."

"For eons, she's maintained this cold, unyielding facade, her face always a mask of disdain or indifference. So to see tears streaming down her face—it was like witnessing the impossible. Some of the goddesses even wondered if they'd gone blind, if what they were seeing was real."

Kafka sat up slightly, careful not to disturb Camila and Bella, his mind racing.

"What was even more confusing." Evangeline continued, her voice laced with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Is that no one really knows why tears suddenly streamed down her cold face as she watched the trial. But it happened exactly when you started talking to Bella about how your mother had abandoned you in the past and the devastating impact it had on your life."

Kafka was taken aback, his mind racing to connect the dots, unable to fathom why such an event would trigger any emotional response from Lady Vanitas. "She cried because of that?" He asked, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Yes..." Evangeline said, her words chosen carefully. "And because of this, several of the goddesses believe it has something to do with you and her. There's...there's a theory, Kafka." She hesitated, her voice softening as if she were walking on sacred ground. "It might be because she's sad about abandoning you in the past. She might...might regret dropping you into the mortal world."

Evangeline knew that Kakfa wouldn't react lightly to such a matter because of how much he despised his mother...But little did she know that what she thought would happen was nothing compared to the actual reaction.

The moment those words left Evangeline's mouth, Kafka's expression darkened.

His eyes, already shadowed, seemed to deepen into abysses of anger, his emotions so potent that they resonated with the world itself.

Boom!~ Boom!~ Boom!~

And then to her shock, thunder erupted outside, a deafening, savage explosion that shook the very walls of the house.

Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the room in stark, white bursts, while the rain morphed into a relentless deluge, hammering against the windows with such force that it seemed as if the heavens themselves were unleashing their fury to match his inner chaos.

Kafka oblivious to the fact that he had caused a massive storm in the world he was residing in then forced a smile, one that was more grimace than mirth, and spoke in a quiet, intensely controlled whisper.

"Evangeline, please, never say such a thing. The woman up there, the one I'm forced to call my mother, would much rather see me die a billion times than regret anything she did in the past."

"...Don't make up ridiculous stories. She doesn't care; she never has."

The sheer force of his anger was visible, not just in the physical realm but unbelievably even reaching into the celestial one.

As he spoke, not only did the earth react with its thunderous roar, but the celestial realm itself seemed to tremble for a brief, startling second.

Evangeline, despite her divine composure, felt a shiver run through her, the unexpected power of a mortal-god causing such a phenomenon.

She then quickly composed herself and gave a wry smile to herself, whispering in her mind, 'He truly is Lady Vanitas's son,' acknowledging the raw power that seemed to course through his veins, a testament to his lineage.

However, she masked her reaction from Kafka, not wanting to add fuel to his already burning anger. Instead, she spoke with a calm, apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, Kafka. It was my mistake for suggesting such a thing. I shouldn't have speculated without understanding the full context."

Kafka, feeling the surge of his emotions subside slightly with her words, took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he tried to regain control.

"No, I'm sorry for getting angry." He admitted, his voice softening. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. It's just...the idea of her regretting anything, especially something like that...it's hard to believe. I've lived with the reality of her absence, her disdain, for so long. To think it might mean something different to her now...it's unsettling."

Evangeline's tone was warm, filled with understanding.

"I understand, Kafka. The complexities of family, especially with divine beings, can be...overwhelming. But know that your journey, your emotions, they resonate in ways we might not fully comprehend. We'll continue to watch over you, support you, as best we can. And I'll be more careful with my words in the future."

Kafka nodded, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Thanks, Evangeline. And...if you hear anything more, or if there's any truth to why she cried, let me know. I might not want to believe it, but I need to understand."

"Of course, Kafka." Evangeline assured him, her voice a soothing balm to the turmoil of the night. "I will. Rest now, and take care. Your path is not an easy one, but you're never alone in it and have us goddess by your side."

As the connection with Evangeline faded, Kafka lay back, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts about his mother, her unexpected tears, and the strange, powerful bond he shared with the celestial realm.

The weight of it all threatened to pull him deeper into confusion, his thoughts tangled in a web of past pain and present uncertainty.

Why had she cried? Was it really about him, or was it something else entirely?

The questions gnawed at him, each one leading to another, like a labyrinth he couldn't escape.

But just as he felt himself sinking further into that maze, a soft, sleepy voice broke through the storm.

"Daddy..." Bella murmured, her voice adorable and dreamlike, the word slipping out in her sleep with a gentle, childlike innocence.

It was a sound so pure, so unexpected, that it snapped Kafka back to reality like a lifeline thrown into a turbulent sea.

He blinked, the tension in his mind dissolving as he looked down at Bella, her face peaceful, her lips curled into a faint, dreamy smile. A chuckle escaped him, low and warm, the sound a balm to his own unease.

"Why am I even thinking about all that useless stuff about my mother?" He muttered to himself, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Here I am, worrying about some goddess who probably doesn't give a damn about me, when my real family is right here, right by my side."

He gazed down at both Camila and Bella, their beautiful faces serene in sleep, their features softened by the dim light of the room.

Camila's arm was still draped across his chest, her body curled against him like she was seeking his warmth even in her dreams. Bella, sprawled on top of him, clung to him tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, her breaths slow and steady.

The sight of them, so trusting, so loving, filled him with a warmth that pushed away the shadows of his earlier thoughts.

"Look at you two." He whispered, his voice filled with affection. "My girls, my family. You're all I need, you know that? All that mess up there, all those goddesses and their drama—it doesn't matter...Not when I've got you right here." He reached down, gently brushing a strand of hair from Camila's face, then doing the same for Bella, his touch tender, almost reverent.

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Camila's forehead, her skin warm against his lips. She stirred slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips, her arm tightening around him in her sleep, as if even in her dreams she felt his love.

He then turned to Bella, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as well, his heart swelling as she, too, smiled unconsciously, her grip on him tightening, her body nestling closer, as if she never wanted to let go.

"There we go." He murmured, his voice a soft, soothing rumble. "Sleep tight, both of you. You've been through a lot tonight, haven't you? But you're safe here, with me. Always will be." He chuckled again, the sound a mix of amusement and contentment. "Man, what a night. I mean, look at us, all tangled up like this. It's...It's perfect, isn't it? Messy, crazy, but perfect."

As he settled back, his eyes began to close, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up with him. But one last thought lingered, a spark of anticipation that made his smile widen.

"Now that I've wrapped up matters with Camila, too..." He whispered to himself, his voice fading into a sleepy murmur. "...all that's left is Nina."

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