Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

[Author: Forgot to include Quinlan's picture with the elements surrounding him for the first ~90 mins after posting yesterday's chapters. My apologies. You can check the picture in this paragraph.]

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"Quinnie, mommy is so proud of you!" Lumi squealed while hugging me deeply into her voluptuous bosom. I'd just finished detailing my rank-up trial. Both mothers of mine were shocked, just like Malakar was. Based on what the Soul Records have told me, I was indeed an anomalous existence.

That didn't deter either of my mothers from showering me in love and adoration, though.

My earlier thoughts of us chatting in the serene pond with Lumi and Miri occupying my thighs as their seats became a family tradition were indeed rapidly proving to be true.

"So am I!" Miri didn't wish to be left out of another chance to pamper her son; she also hugged me needily.

"Thank you, mothers," I purred while nuzzling my head into the first elf's welcoming cleavage.

Just as I was enjoying the heavenly sensations assaulting my brain due to the plump twin-world wonders, a sudden memory emerged. "Lumi, Sera said I should ask you for proof of not only your continued existence but acceptance of me as your son. Supposedly, if I could prove such a claim, my life in the elven lands would be much easier because they treat you as a religious idol."

"She's a smart girl," Lumi said with a content voice before sighing dejectedly. "Quinnie, sadly, it won't be as easy as you assume. We're unable to gift you our valuables. It should be possible—you can do whatever you want with your items, but the rest of us primordials are not…"

Curses. This damned pact binding the primordials of Thalorind is cockblocking me all the time.

Perhaps sensing my frustrations, Miri suddenly quipped, "Can't you tell Quinnie where to find 'that'?"

"That?"

My instantaneous question was met with jovial giggling. Luminara pinched one of my cheeks between her fingers and kissed the top of my head before saying, "Look how cute Quinnie is… Such an opportunist! My son certainly knows what he wants."

"Right, right!" Miri quipped.

"Mothers, stop playing with your son and reveal the secret!" Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

Another round of giggling welcomed my declaration.

Once Lumi ceased her rude antics, she did as asked. "There's an artifact called 'A Mother's Weeping Requiem.' It's an elixir filled with my unique tears."

I wanted to ask what the hell she was talking about, but then I felt the atmosphere around us grow heavy with pained sorrow. "Each time one of my children dies, I, the Primordial Nurturer, shed a tear filled with my divine energy."

Sensing it was a difficult topic for Lumi to discuss, Miri took over.

"Us primordials were born using the divine energy of Elder Gods. After reaching a certain stage, we can make use of the energy we were made of, to a lesser extent than gods. This is the reason why many refer to primordials as demigods. Said divine energy manifests in each of us differently. For Luminara, it manifests when she wails with grief, for Malakar, it happens when he duels a mighty opponent. For Dragnar, the Primordial Dread, it occurs when he manages to terrify his opponents with his mere existence."

So that's how it is… Primordial Nurturer, what a fitting class for this absolute gem of a woman. I straightened my spine, rising from the plump heaven to hug Luminara firmly.

"Thank you, Quinnie…" she said weekly before leaning into my chest, looking for warmth. We remained as such for a good dozen minutes before I felt her mood brighten.

Miri seemed to come to the same conclusion based on her breaking the long silence. "A Mother's Weeping Requiem has quite the fascinating properties to it. When Luminara's descendants—meaning all elves of the Iskaris continent—consume a drop, they'll feel a strong sense of homely warmth, akin to what one might feel when they come down with a nasty cold but are being spoonfed rich honey by their caring mother. Furthermore, their affinity with nature will increase, allowing them to hold deeper and more meaningful conversations with the forests and their inhabitants."

Now I understood why Miri said this elixir had fascinating properties to it. Furthermore, her words inadvertently confirmed a theory of mine. Interbreeding between races wasn't a thing. Her phrase 'When Luminara's descendants—meaning all elves of the Iskaris continent' excluded half-breeds, such as a half-elf, half-human being.

It made sense when I considered that, unlike in most fantasy stories, each race was incredibly dependent on its progenitor. A half-elf would not have two progenitors but four. If further interbreeding happened on the family tree, they could have dozens of dependencies. It felt like the relationship between a mortal and their progenitor was sacred, not to be shared with other progenitors.

Just as I finished my thoughts, Miri continued. "The effects of the elixir grow stronger the closer familial bond the consumer shares with the Primordial Nurturer. Members of high nobility tend to have the closest blood relationship with Lumi. In their case, the effects of the elixir could include resistance to poison, curses, mind-affecting magic, and more. They might also gain temporary buffs to their stats, and some could even directly converse with Lumi, but that was before we got stuck here."

It seemed Lumi collected herself well enough to relay the rest of the information. "If my direct children consume a drop, the previously detailed effects will strengthen, and they might also receive a memory transfer, showcasing a memory of mine that could give a hint to solve something that's troubling them. Furthermore, they'll gain a unique empowerment where other elves will feel my lingering presence from the aura surrounding them."

"But I'm not your biological child, it should not have even a weak effect on me, let alone what should occur when your direct descendant consumes a drop."

A rare coy smile could be seen on the first elf's beautiful face as she rose from my embrace, straightening her posture. "That's where a small trick will help you out. When a primordial consumes a drop, they'll not gain the benefits my descendants would, but instead, a strong light will surround them, akin to the final benefit mentioned. However, this light will be different in its nature. It won't emit a familial bond with me but rather my deepest feelings about the person.

Before you ask, Quinnie, yes, it should still work even if I didn't harbor those thoughts at the moment of shedding my tears. Divine energy works strangely… Anyhow. If a person I think of as a horrendous waste of air, such as Nyxara, were to drink a tear, a hateful, dark aura would emit from her body for a while. But if it were my primordial son whom I love with my whole being…"

I didn't need Lumi to finish her statement. A majestic light would envelop me, flabbergasting any elf who saw it.

"Where can this elixir be found?"

The coy smile immediately disappeared from Lumi's features, making me furrow my brows. Something I wouldn't like was about to be uttered.

"I gave it to my youngest daughter, knowing I might not return from where I was heading to. The issue is, according to the Goddess, this aloof girl of mine made a big blunder when she took the elixir with her on an adventure, and she died in a dungeon. The elixir remains in the hands of whoever killed her. The Goddess couldn't divulge anything about the perpetrator due to the laws binding her, but she assured me this creature did not waste the elixir. Instead, the creature lays in the depths of the dungeon, protecting it."

… Why does everything have to be so convoluted about my life?!

… Sigh. I can't do anything about it; it is what it is. Guess we'll have to go dungeon diving soon.