Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 517: Old Debt

[Congratulations, you have killed a demon god.]

[Unique Title unlocked]

[GODSLAYER]

[You have earned a massive amount of experience]

[Level Up!] [Level Up!] [Level Up!]

[Congratulations: You have obtained the following items]

[Nexus Silver Medal]

[Demonic breeder shop token]

[Title: Godslayer: Your attacks now deal 10% increased damage to all divine beings. This effect is 5% against beings of higher divinity than you.]

[Item: Nexus Silver Medal: essential divine item to advance to a Silver-Rank God]

[Item: Demonic breeder shop token: Unlock the demonic branch in the breeder shop]

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"Wow... too many words," I chuckled as the countless notifications filled my vision, but still, I couldn’t help but feel the joy.

"What a good harvest."

The Godslayer title wasn’t new to me. I have killed a god in my past... Now wait a second! My memory is a little fuzzy.

I remember killing the god of war that wanted to claim my firstborn son’s body as his vessel. In the recording, Lilith said that I... Ahem... fucked the shit out of his ass to the point that under the HEAVY! and the THICK! Pleasure, he changed his gender to a woman.

However, now with my reclaimed memories from my time as the High Queen of the Unspoken Realm, I remember that the god of war wasn’t the only god I have killed.

I killed plenty. I even bathed in their blood. 90% of them were demon gods that ended up in the Unspoken Realm. I only dared to kill them in that realm since it was outside of the Nexus’s jurisdiction. It was the only reason that I stayed alive.

Of course, I didn’t know about the Nexus back then. All I knew was that killing a divine being would bring heavenly retribution.

"What an amazing past me. So slutty and so powerful." I couldn’t help but admire my past self.

A massive orgy with thousands of participants, surrounded by millions of impaled souls, and right in the middle of a sea of blood.

"Truly, I was a visionary of debauchery," I sighed, a nostalgic warmth spreading between my legs.

"Hey! Are you done daydreaming over your own degeneracy?" Vespera’s voice snapped me back to reality. "The queen is dying!"

Right.

Sylvana.

She was lying on the floor, a pool of blood growing around her. She wasn’t bleeding from the golden talon; it didn’t leave a wound on her chest. It was my blood sword and the backlash from forcing the divine soul of the demon god out of her mortal body.

Her breath was shallow, her skin pale as winter frost. She was dying.

"Such a hassle," I clicked my tongue, kneeling beside her. Her emerald eyes fluttered open, focusing on me with a hazy, distant look.

"M...Morgana...?" she whispered, her voice weak, but she quickly snapped—the look on her face was of pure terror.

"Hehe... Hey there," I replied, my tone softening. "You’re in pretty bad shape."

She must not die.

Sylvana is too valuable to die.

Her bloodline, her position, her knowledge, her beauty, her womb, and that perfect, round ass... they are all needed for my plans.

She must live, at least until her usefulness is over.

"Stay with me," I said, my crimson eyes locking onto hers.

Using my blood magic, I quickly sealed the worst of her wounds.

Crimson threads spilled from my fingertips, sinking into her flesh like living needles. They stitched, mended, reinforced—forcing her failing body to hold together.

But—

Her life wasn’t stabilizing. It was slipping.

"Tch... what a hassle," I clicked my tongue, opening the Nexus shop and buying a high-grade healing potion at the price of 100 Faith points.

It was a pricey choice, but the queen’s body was a rare and valuable one.

"She’ll have to pay for this later... with interest," I chuckled to myself.

’Interest in the form of her bouncing on my cock for a month straight.’

I poured the shimmering, golden liquid into her mouth.

Almost immediately, her skin regained a bit of its color. Her breathing deepened.

Her emerald eyes, wide with terror, locked onto mine.

"L-Lady... Fear..." she whispered, her trembling body trying to place her forehead on the floor in a desperate bow.

"How do you know that name?" I asked curiously, though I already had a hunch.

"M-memories of that demon..." she stammered, her body trembling violently. "His soul... when you tore it from me... I saw... I saw everything."

Sylvana probably saw the demon god’s past or something like that. That explained the terror.

She saw me not as Morgana the moon elf she fucked in the bath, but as something far more ancient and terrifying.

"Hehe... So you saw it? My Art?" I purred, my crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "What do you think? Am I not a master of my craft?"

She couldn’t answer. She just trembled, her mind a chaotic storm of fear, confusion, and a strange, twisted form of awe.

"I... I..." she stammered, her eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape route, but finding none. Even if there was one, she wouldn’t dare to take her chances.

"Relax, my dear queen," I said, my voice softening, my tone shifting from predatory to reassuring. "I’m not going to kill you. You’re far too valuable."

I gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"But you have a debt to pay," I continued, my smile widening. "A long-forgotten debt."

With a wave of my hand, I created a blue portal.

Ten seconds later, a figure came out.

Long emerald hair, eyes of the same color, a body that would make any goddess jealous, enhanced with my own hands.

My beautiful wood elf, Leaf. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Eh?... Where am I?" she looked around, confused, her hands instinctively reaching for the bow on her back.

But then her eyes fell on me, and her expression softened.

"Morgana?" she blinked, a faint smile forming on her lips. "You called?"

I nodded and stepped aside, allowing her to see the trembling elven queen.

"!!!"

They both stared at each other, their identical emerald eyes wide with disbelief.

For a whole minute, they just stared in silence, even blinking forgotten.

"S...Sylvana?" Leaf finally whispered, her voice trembling.

"L...Leaf?" the queen replied, her voice equally shaky.

Clap!

"Now..." I clapped my hands, the echo snapping them out of their daze. "The reunion is sweet and all, but don’t get too comfortable, there is still the matter of the debt."

"Eh?"

"Leaf," I called, my tone softening again, "I remember promising you that I’ll help you get your revenge."

I raised a hand and gestured to the high elf next to me.

"I present to you the Elven Queen Sylvana."

A dark look appeared on Leaf’s face. Her eyes were suddenly full of hatred so pure, so intense, it was almost palpable.

"You..." she hissed, her hands tightening into fists.

She just stared.

At Sylvana.

At the queen.

At the woman she once knew. The woman who cursed her.

"...You’re alive," Sylvana whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. "All this time... you were alive."

"Alive?!" Leaf’s voice rose, sharp as glass. "Alive after what you did?! After that wicked curse of yours that took my cock and poisoned my womb?"

Her fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white. The air around her crackled with a faint, wild energy.

"You cursed me, Sylvana! You cursed me and left me to die!" Leaf snarled, her emerald eyes burning with a mixture of hatred and pain.

Sylvana flinched as if struck, her face pale.

"I..." her lips parted, but no words came out.

Guilt.

Fear.

Shame.

It all surfaced at once. She was the queen, but in front of the woman she had wronged, she was just a sinner awaiting judgment.

"I... I was young... I... I was angry... I was foolish."

"Angry?... Foolish?" Leaf shot back, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You took my life from me, and you call that foolish?"

"We were like sisters," Leaf added and began to slowly walk towards her. "I loved you! I trusted you!"

"I... I..."

The throne room was silent again. The only sound was the distant echo of Leaf’s footsteps, each one a step closer to Sylvana, each one a step closer to the past.

Vespera stood in the far back, silently watching the drama unfold with wide eyes, but she didn’t dare to interfere.

Leaf, her emerald eyes burning, closed the distance. She stood tall, looking down at the cowering queen.

"How does it feel?" Leaf asked, her voice barely a whisper. "To be weak? To be helpless? To be at the mercy of someone stronger than you?"

Sylvana didn’t answer. She just trembled, her head bowed in shame.

"Hehe..." I giggled, drawing their attention. Then I crouched at the level of Sylvana’s ear. "Remove the curse you placed on her."

Sylvana flinched, my breath cold against her ear. Her body trembled, her mind a chaotic storm of fear and confusion.

"I... Yes," she stammered, slowly nodding her head.

"Good girl," I purred, my fingers gently caressing her cheek.

Then I turned to Leaf, nodding. The latter understood and removed her green vine dress.

Sylvana, with trembling hands, began to chant a complex incantation. Her voice was weak, her hands shaking, but the words were clear. They were the words of an ancient, powerful demonic spell.

Slowly, the elven queen pressed her palm against Leaf’s bare lower abdomen where her womb was.

A faint, purple glow emanated from Sylvana’s hand, seeping into Leaf’s body.

"AHHHH!"

Leaf screamed, her body convulsing. The curse, a parasitic entity that had lived within her for more than a century, was being torn out. It was a painful, agonizing process. A mix of black and purple energy erupted from her womb, forming a writhing, shadowy mass in the air.

The mass struggled, its tendrils lashing out, trying to find a new host, but Sylvana’s magic held it in place.

With a final, desperate shriek, the curse dissolved into a cloud of black dust, which then vanished into nothingness.

Leaf collapsed to her knees, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was free. After more than a century, she was finally free.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, a tear of joy, of relief, of a pain she had long forgotten.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my hand resting on her shoulder.

She nodded, unable to speak, her body still trembling from the aftershock.

"Hehe... good," I chuckled, then leaned and whispered seductively in her ear, "Now go and destroy her royal pussy."