Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 670: Sisterly Quarrel

But while Joy was still reeling from the sudden intrusion, the Goddess of Light was having a very different reaction.

Her aura shifted.

The gentle, nurturing radiance that had embraced Joy moments ago hardened into something sharp.

Dangerous.

Her eyes, previously warm with motherly love, now blazed with barely contained fury.

"You...have no right to barge into my domain like this."

She said, her voice cold and sharp.

"Go back. Now. Or I swear, you’re going to regret it."

She stepped forward, her presence expanding.

"I’ve tolerated all your pranks and provocations for quite a while now. But if you try to do anything against my daughter—"

Her aura surged, the gentle maternal deity from moments ago transforming into something far more violent.

"I won’t hold back."

The Goddess of Debauchery simply chuckled.

Even her laugh was seductive. It wrapped around Joy like silk, making her skin tingle and her thoughts scatter.

"Oh, come now."

The voluptuous goddess waved a hand dismissively.

"You think I came here to pick on such a poor little girl? Do you really have such a bad image of me?"

She pressed a hand to her chest in mock offense.

"Do you truly believe I would bully a mere mortal?"

The Goddess of Light’s response was immediate and scathing.

"Of course you would, since already did. You almost caused my daughter’s soul to be annihilated into the realm of chaos earlier."

Her voice dripped with accusation.

"What do you have to say about that?"

The Goddess of Debauchery shrugged, utterly unrepentant.

"Can you blame me? Your little daughter here was coming after my chosen one’s soul. She was trying to peek into things she had no business looking at."

She tilted her head, that infuriating smile still in place.

"She was an intruder. And like any intruder, I tried to teach her a lesson."

"A lesson?" The Goddess of Light’s voice rose. "You call trying to annihilate her existence from the face of the universe a ’small lesson’?"

The other goddess waved her hand again, completely unconcerned.

"I knew you wouldn’t let anything actually happen to her. And just as I thought, you didn’t. So really, it wasn’t that big of a deal."

She gestured at the furious deity before her and mockingly added,

"Just look at you, getting so worked up over nothing."

"You’re supposed to be the Goddess of Light, watching over countless mortal lives. And here you are, flustered and frustrated over such a small matter."

She shook her head with mock pity.

"It truly is a pity, sister. Truly."

Joy’s mind reeled.

Sister?

This...This creature of Seduction and Debauchery was the Goddess of Light’s sister?

She looked at the radiant deity before her, then at the voluptuous intruder.

And the Goddess of Light didn’t deny it.

Didn’t correct her.

Just glared with the fury of a thousand suns.

They were related.

Goddesses.

Sisters.

The revelation was staggering.

Before Joy could process this, the Debauchery Goddess’s attention shifted. Those intense, knowing eyes fixed on her with sudden interest.

"You there, little girl."

Joy stiffened.

"You’re quite interesting, you know."

The goddess floated closer, circling her slowly.

"In the presence of two universal beings, and you’re still standing. Still calm. Not on your knees yet."

Joy forced herself to remain still, though every instinct screamed at her to flee.

"And not only that—" The goddess’s eyes roamed over her appreciatively. "You’re quite beautiful yourself. You have quite a seductive body too."

Joy immediately crossed her arms over her chest, a shiver running down her spine.

But the goddess just laughed—that same devastating, spine-tingling laugh.

Then her expression shifted to something more intense.

"I’ve taken an interest in you." She announced. "So tell me—do you want to come to my side?"

Joy blinked.

"What?"

"That stickler for rules over there..."

The goddess jerked her head toward her sister

"...she’s so boring, isn’t she? Always going on about rules and righteousness and what mortals should and shouldn’t do. She treats you like a soldier. A tool for her will."

She floated closer still, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper that somehow filled the entire void.

"But me? I can offer you so much more."

"Power beyond your wildest imagination."

"The ability to do anything you want in your world. You could rule over it completely. Become empress of all you survey."

Her eyes gleamed.

"And more than that—you could have every man in the world worshipping you. Adoring you. Pleasing you in ways you’ve never even imagined."

"You would want for nothing. Desire nothing. Because everything you could possibly want would be yours."

She extended a hand toward Joy.

"So what do you say, little girl? Are you interested in this deal?"

Joy’s heart hammered against her ribs.

She didn’t know if this was intimidation. A threat. A genuine offer.

The Goddess’s eyes held all three possibilities at once, layered and unreadable.

But before she could even begin to formulate a response—

"THAT’S IT!"

The Goddess of Light’s voice thundered through the void, shaking the very foundations of the abyss.

"You dare try to seduce my daughter? I’m done talking with you!"

Her aura exploded outward.

Brilliant white-gold light flooded every corner of existence, blinding, overwhelming, absolute.

The pressure was immense—Joy could feel it even through the protective layer surrounding her.

If not for that protection, she was certain she would have been vaporized instantly.

But the Goddess of Debauchery didn’t flinch.

If anything, her smile curled higher.

"How barbaric." She purred. "Always wanting to fight with me. But I’m not one to back down either."

Her own aura erupted.

Dark violet-pink energy clashed against the white-gold radiance, the two divine forces meeting in the center of the void with a cataclysmic BOOM.

The abyss shuddered.

Cracks spread everywhere.

Joy felt as if the entire dimension was about to shatter into nothingness.

She could only imagine what would happen if these two goddesses actually fought.

Worlds would be destroyed.

Entire universes could collapse.

And she was caught right in the middle.

She trembled, for the first time in her existence feeling true cosmic fear.

The two auras flared higher.

Brighter.

Closer to collision.

But just as felt that she was about to meet her end—

A beam of pure green light shot down from above.

Whoosh!

It struck directly between the two warring goddesses, and the moment it landed, both auras dissipated like mist before the sun.

The pressure vanished. The crackling energy died.

And then a new voice filled the void.

Gentle. Calm. Infused with the peaceful wisdom of ages beyond counting.

"Enough."

The single word carried absolute authority.

"Enough of you two, always fighting. Always at each other’s throats."

The voice sighed, a sound of maternal exasperation.

"You are in the presence of a young girl. A mortal child. And here you are, acting like squabbling children yourselves."

She looked at both of them in turn.

"This is not how Goddesses should behave."

Joy looked up.

A third figure now floated in the void between the two Goddesses.

She was cloaked in a gentle green aura, soft as spring leaves, calming as a forest stream.

Her form was as obscured as the others, but her presence radiated something entirely different—not the holy warmth of the first, nor the seductive heat of the second, but the quiet, nurturing comfort of nature itself.

Joy recognized the third goddess immediately.

This was the one who had saved her soul before.

The one who had wrapped her in that gentle, all-encompassing embrace that felt like being held by the earth itself.

Gaia.

The Goddess of Life.

And she had just stopped two warring deities with a few words.

But before Joy could even process this, before Gaia could turn to comfort her after the chaos she had just witnessed—

The Goddess of Light erupted.

"This Isn’t Fair, Big Sis!"

Her voice echoed through the void, carrying the indignant fury of a child who had been wronged.

"This isn’t fair at all!"

She pointed accusingly at the Goddess of Debauchery.

"How can you possibly blame me? She’s the one who always causes problems! She’s always interfering in everything I do!"

Her aura flickered with frustration.

"She doesn’t let me have a single day of peace! Every time I try to accomplish something, she’s there, screwing it up! And I’m always the one who gets reprimanded!"

She gestured wildly at her sister.

"If you’re going to scold someone, scold her! She’s the problem! All of it is because of her!"

The Goddess of Debauchery watched this outburst with an expression of pure amusement, utterly unbothered by the accusations.

"Even right now...!"

The Goddess of Light continued, her voice rising.

"I was just trying to talk to my daughter! To explain things to her! And she interrupted! She barged into my domain uninvited! And then she tried to poach my daughter right in front of my eyes!"

She threw her hands up.

"What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and let her take her away? Let her seduce my child into serving her?!"

She looked utterly indignant.

And in that moment, she didn’t look like a Goddess at all.

She looked like a child who had been treated unfairly by a sibling and was complaining to their mother.

The Goddess of Debauchery, meanwhile, seemed completely unbothered. If anything, she looked thoroughly amused by her sister’s outburst.

"You’re looking at this all wrong."

She said smoothly, waving a hand.

"Everything I do, I do for your sake."

The Goddess of Light’s eye twitched violently.

"All those problems I’ve caused? All those interferences?"

The goddess smiled sweetly.

"They weren’t meant to annoy you. They were simply my idea of challenges—obstacles for you to overcome. To help you grow. To improve your temperament."

She gestured expansively.

"Think of me as your personal trainer, sister. I’m trying to make you a better goddess. A better version of yourself." She chuckled. "You should be thanking me, really."

She glanced down at Joy with a knowing smirk.

"Not to mention, I really had to intervene this time. After all, you were about to reveal the secrets of my chosen one to this little mortal. How could I possibly allow that?"

The Goddess of Light snapped.

"Oh, shut up! Don’t you dare try to act innocent right now! No one in any universe would ever believe a word you say!"

She pointed a trembling finger at her sister.

"If you hadn’t pushed that boy into my world and told him to spread your name, none of this would have happened!"

"We’d all be living peacefully, going about our business, and you had to ruin it completely!"

The Goddess of Debauchery shrugged, utterly unrepentant.

"Oh, come now. It’s not that big of a deal."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"My chosen one just wanted a little vacation from his world. So I sent him to yours."

She tilted her head.

"That’s not a big deal, is it especially since it’s Big Sis’s wish as well."

"Not a big deal?!"

The Goddess of Light’s voice reached pitches that should have shattered reality itself.

"Not a big deal?! You—you—"

"...Enough."

Gaia’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

She was rubbing her forehead with one hand, the universal gesture of someone who had dealt with this exact argument a thousand times before and was absolutely exhausted by it.

"Both of you. Be quiet. Right now."

She looked at them with an expression that, even through the veiled aura, conveyed pure maternal exasperation.

"I’m already deeply embarrassed that Joy over has had to witness this." She gestured vaguely at the scene. "And you two are making it even worse with every passing second."

In response, the Goddess of Light opened her mouth, clearly ready to launch into another round of complaints.

The Goddess of Debauchery’s lips also curved, ready to deliver another sarcastic retort.

But then Gaia’s eyes—barely visible through her aura—flickered with a cold glint.

Both Goddesses froze.

The Goddess of Light’s mouth snapped shut. Her hands dropped to her sides.

She bit her lip, her expression shifting to one of barely suppressed indignation, but she said nothing.

The Goddess of Debauchery’s smirk didn’t disappear entirely, but she wisely chose to remain silent.

Gaia let out a deep, long-suffering sigh.

Joy watched all of this unfold with eyes that felt too wide, a mind that refused to fully process what she was seeing.

These were goddesses.

Beings of such immense power that they oversaw entire worlds, galaxies, universes.

Deities that every mortal in every realm looked up to with awe and reverence.

Figures that shaped the very fabric of existence.

And they were...fighting.

Like sisters.

Like three siblings squabbling over clothes, over perceived slights, over who took whose things without asking.

The Goddess of Light and the Goddess of Debauchery were clearly the younger two—constantly at each other’s throats, constantly bickering, constantly dragging the other into chaos.

And Gaia was the eldest, the mediator, the one who had to step in and discipline them when they went too far.

It didn’t look like divine conflict at all.

It looked like a family.

A dysfunctional, chaotic, utterly ridiculous family of sisters.

Joy’s mind reeled.

If she went back to the church and told anyone about this—if she described to the sisters what she had witnessed—they would never believe her.

They would laugh, call her mad, say she had been corrupted by some demonic illusion.

And yet.

And yet it was real.

Every ridiculous, undignified, utterly unbelievable moment of it.

And Joy had no idea what to do with that realization.