Morgana: The Mother Of All

Victoria's crimson eyes widened in horror as Herma's words sank in. The comparison to her twin sister, Morgana, was the last thing she wanted to hear—especially after what had just transpired. Her cheeks burned with shame, and she quickly wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shield her naked, sweat-and-cum-covered body from the invisible observer.

"I am not like her!" Victoria snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Morgana's a… a degenerate! I'm nothing like her!"

[Your protest is noted, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone still calm and neutral, though there was a faint hint of amusement. [However, the evidence suggests otherwise. Your actions just now were quite… reminiscent of Morgana's tendencies.]

"KYAAAHH!"

Victoria let out an indignant shriek, her face turning redder than her eyes. The very idea of being compared to her perverted twin was almost unbearable, but the worst part was that the comparison was actually valid. In her moment of weakness, Victoria had given in to her desires and had enjoyed every second of it.

The sensation of her cock buried deep inside her own pussy, the warmth and tightness of her slick inner walls, the intense pleasure that had surged through her body—it had all been indescribable.

"No no no no no, this is a lie!" Victoria exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly. She quickly got off the bed and began pacing around the massive room, trying to ignore the stickiness between her legs.

"This… this body is her fault! She's the one who ascended and turned me into… into this!" She gestured wildly at herself, her hands trembling as she tried to find the words to describe her current state.

[Indeed, Lady Victoria,] Herma agreed. [Your current form is a direct result of Morgana's divine ascension. It seems her first aspect, coupled with her heightened lust and pleasure, was too much for you.]

"Eh?" Victoria froze mid-step, her crimson eyes widening in shock.

"Wait… what did you just say? Her first aspect? What does that have to do with me?!" she demanded, her voice rising in panic. "I'm not part of her divine whatever! I'm just… I'm just her sister!"

[Correction, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone as calm and unemotional as ever. [You are not just her sister. You are her twin. Your souls are intrinsically linked, and as such, Morgana's ascension has had a direct impact on you. Her divine energy has influenced your soul, amplifying your deepest desires and manifesting them in physical ways. Your current state is a direct result of her first aspect—Breeding.]

"What!" Victoria's jaw dropped, her mind reeling from the revelation.

"Brrr...Breeding!?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're telling me that my sister's divine power is… is breeding?!"

[Precisely,] Herma confirmed. [It would be easier to show you her memories than explain.]

"Can you do that?" Victoria asked, eager to see her twin's memories.

[Yes, do I have your permission?]

"Yes yes, hurry up," Victoria nodded, not caring anymore. All she wanted was to see Morgana's memories that she was absolutely sure were fucked up.

[Very well, Lady Victoria. Accessing Morgana's memories… now.]

"UGH!"

Victoria felt a sudden rush of energy surge through her, her vision blurring as images began to flood her mind. She gasped, clutching her head as the memories unfolded before her, vivid and unrelenting.

Morgana's entire life in this world, from the first day she opened her eyes in that small wooden room to the moment she came back from the ruined temple when she helped the human, Liliana. All of them—not a single one was missed. And Victoria didn't just see her sister's memories, no, she was there.

Every action, every emotion, every thought. She experienced it all as if she were Morgana herself.

"So, that's what happened," Victoria said, her tone calm, but her face was pale, and her crimson eyes were filled with shock. She knew that her twin was a pervert and a nymphomaniac, but seeing and living her sister's memories was a whole different experience.

"Fuck... I'm a big aunt now, and I have thousands of nephews."

Shaking her head and massaging her temple, she tried to process everything she had just seen. But the most shocking thing was the fact that her twin died and was reborn in a whole different world.

"Who the fuck killed my sister?" The thought of someone killing her sister made her blood boil, her red eyes glowing brighter.

"I guess someone is eager to experience a thousand years of torture."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her hand, lost in her thoughts and her feelings. Her face was blank, and her crimson eyes were void of emotions, yet behind her façade was a raging storm, a tempest that would surely destroy anything and anyone who dared harm her precious sister.

"Haaaaa... I can't do anything right now," sighing loudly, feeling tired and a bit frustrated. "At least those demons I killed were in a totally different world and not on Earth."

"Speaking of the trials," Victoria muttered, closing her eyes, recalling parts of Morgana's memories, "My sister's time with us in the trial was a close replica of the real thing."

[Do you remember what truly happened, Lady Victoria?] Herma asked, strangely eager to know.

"Yes, and if I remember correctly, the attack happened during my wedding, not on our eighteenth birthday ceremony," Victoria replied, her tone calm, her gaze unfocused as she replayed her memories—the real ones.

"That old man, my husband, and the red-haired maid that Morgana killed were all from the same family, and their goal was to slay the Tepes family and take our wealth."

"But instead, they faced my twin, the new and the first hunter, with the most powerful bloodline in the universe."

Victoria couldn't help but grin at the memory, remembering how her sister used her power and mana and fucked her enemies in the most depraved ways possible. Not just the women—no, even the men weren't spared from her. And when they were finally broken beyond repair, Morgana impaled every single one of them on the wall of Castle Dracula.

"The Tepes family was untouchable, and no one dared to harm us or even insult us for hundreds of years," Victoria said, her grin widening, her crimson eyes glinting with excitement and desire as she remembered the good old times. She saw them all, even if she was just a mere soul inside her sister's body.

[Lady Victoria, do I have your permission to read your memories?] Herma suddenly asked. [I want to know Morgana's past.]

"NO!"

Victoria's crimson eyes snapped open, her expression hardening as she glared at the empty air as if Herma were standing right in front of her.

"Absolutely not!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding. "Those memories are mine and mine alone. You don't get to pry into my past, Herma. Not now, not ever. And I don't trust you."

"You're a part of my sister, but that doesn't mean I'll trust you with something so personal."

Silence.

There was no response, not that Victoria had expected one.

"Besides," Victoria continued, her tone softening slightly. "My sister wanted this. She wanted to forget her past, and if I told you about it, and you mentioned it in front of her, there's a good chance that she'll recover her memories."

"I don't want that to happen, Herma." Victoria sighed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "My sister suffered enough. I won't allow her to suffer anymore."

[Lady Victoria,] Herma spoke, her voice low and subdued, as if she was sad. [I apologize if I offended you. All I wanted was the knowledge to help Morgana with her quest to save you.]

[She's trying to confirm if your soul is inside her or not.]

"Oh..." Victoria didn't know what to say, and her heart clenched a little at the thought of her sister looking for her. "It's okay, Herma. I'm beyond saving anyway, so there is no point in looking for my soul."

[May I know why, Lady Victoria?]

"Well..." Victoria hesitated a little bit, unsure if sharing their dark past was a good thing or not. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the faint sound of her breathing. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping as she made her decision.

"Fine," Victoria said, her voice low and heavy. "But understand this, Herma—what I'm about to tell you stays between us. If you ever breathe a word of this to Morgana, I'll find a way to give you a physical form, and then I'll torture you for eternity. And believe me, I'm worse than Morgana. Understood?"

The threat was clear and simple, and the weight behind it was not to be underestimated.

[Yes, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her voice a whisper.

"Good," Victoria nodded, a faint smirk on her face. "You know that Morgana's bloodline was the Night Mother, right?"

[Yeah, it's one of the strongest and most ancient bloodlines in the universe.]

"Yes," Victoria nodded and began telling her story. "The short version of what really happened was that the genie in the lantern part did happen, and we don't know if that fucker tricked us or not."

[Tricked you?]

"Maybe, maybe not," Victoria shrugged. "Anyway, Morgana wished for my soul to be infused with her, and after a long time—about two or three hundred years—she managed to find a way to enter Hell."

"Because of the time difference, Morgana spent more than five thousand years slaying her way to the King of Hell. She killed him and usurped his throne, becoming the first mortal Queen of Hell."

[That's truly impressive.]

"Yeah, and that was just the beginning of the end. You see, what we didn't know at that time was that the Night Mother's mastery of souls was higher than the King of Hell and the cycle of reincarnation. And due to this fact, my soul was exiled from the system, bound for eternity to the Night Mother."

Victoria's voice grew heavy as she spoke, her crimson eyes distant, as if she were reliving the memories she was recounting. The weight of her words hung in the air, and even Herma seemed to pause, absorbing the gravity of what Victoria was revealing.

[Exiled from the system…] Herma repeated, her tone tinged with disbelief. [That would mean your soul is no longer bound by the natural laws of reincarnation. It exists outside the cycle, and Queen of Hell or not, Morgana cannot reclaim your soul.]

"Exactly," Victoria said, her voice low and somber. "And my sister blamed herself for it. Even if I tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault, she never listened."

The room fell silent, the weight of Victoria's confession pressing down like a suffocating blanket. She sat on the edge of the bed, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her crimson eyes glistening with unshed tears. For all her strength, for all her defiance, there was a vulnerability in her now—a raw, aching truth that she had carried for centuries.

[Lady Victoria…] Herma began, her voice softer than before, almost gentle. [I… I had no idea...]

But then Herma paused, and multiple system interfaces began to open and close at a rapid pace. A strange humming noise came from within the system as if Herma was doing research or something.

"Herma? Are you alright?" Victoria asked, a little concerned by the strange behavior. "What are you doing?"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

[LADY VICTORIA!]

"Whaa!" Victoria jumped at the sudden shout, her crimson eyes wide. "What!? What's wrong, Herma!?"

[I found a way to break your soul free from the Night Mother's influence!]

"W-what!? How is that possible? The Hell's system itself can't do anything against her! How the hell can you do it?!" Victoria shouted, shocked by the revelation. "Don't fuck with me, Herma! I don't like false hopes!"

[It's not a false hope, Lady Victoria, because the solution is simple. It's right in front of us.]

"Huh?"

[Morgana is no longer the Night Mother. That bloodline disappeared when she was reborn into this world.]

"Your point?" Victoria raised her brow, still confused.

[My point is that your soul can be restored, and Morgana has the ability to do it,] Herma explained, her voice strangely filled with excitement and confidence.

"Really?" Victoria jumped up from the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She was still skeptical, but if there was even a chance, she would take it.

"What do I have to do? Tell me, Herma!" she demanded, her voice laced with urgency.

[You don't have to do anything, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone calm and confident. [All you have to do is let Morgana give birth to you.]

"What!?" Victoria gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "You mean the solution to my problem is... is... is for my sister to give birth to me?"

[Precisely.]

"Oh!... Fuck me."

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