#*pov

Imagine that one of the most popular, well-taught Greek myths of all time is about how your mother's love and grief for your sister was so overpowering it literally created the seasons.

And then here you and your mortal siblings are, dying on a quest, or against the armies of Kronos, or in the hands of Gaia, or fighting an undead Roman Emperor, and your mother doesn't even spare you a conversation.

You and your siblings, despite your perceived weakness, show up to fight the armies of Kronos, to stop the thrones of the Gods from being overturned. Your siblings and friends are bleeding or dying.

And your mother takes her favorite daughter and hides in the underworld.

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[Day 10 / Sept. 2]

I clamped my hands tight over my ears. The dirt couldn't have me again. Not yet.

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[Day 11 / Sept. 3]

I wanted to be someone's lover. I didn't think it would make me human. But it felt like it would weaken their misplaced superiority towards me.

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[Day 12 / Sept. 4]

I saw them again today. The "changeling", my father called them. Though I wasn't sure if that was the term gifted to them by folklore, or if it was a cruel turn of phrase I'd later beg forgiveness for ever uttering.

They didn't see me. Or if they did, they made no note of acknowledgement. It was rare that they left the church and ventured into town. The reverend was at their side, as he usually was. But I'd seen them once before on their own. In an odd way, I got the impression that having the reverend close at hand made them feel better. Or perhaps that was simply my naivety shining through.

I had work to tend to in the archives. But I found myself rooted in place, mesmerized as though they were a siren rather than another being altogether. My colleagues and siblings alike always warned me whenever I brought them up. There was something wrong with them— the changeling— and I was better off staying as far as I could. They weren't human, and the only reason they had lived this long was thanks to the reverend's blessing.

But I never believed that. And stood across the town square, watching the way they carried themself as they walked supplies home with the man who has raised them, I knew I had to get closer. I was never as religious as my other family members, and I was reminded of why in that moment. For if our god was so cruel as to deem a person as mesmerizing as them to damnation, perhaps I could see things that It could not. And if it was my undoing, what a blessing it would be.

do i really need to give reasons for that.it seems like you already know my reasons.

Give us more spices in game author and that thing is thrilling.🥶.i think that nsfw will be so much fun with mix of many emotions lust,exitment,need, addiction and thrill.it will surely increase flavour more.let's spice things up.i want to know more about her.please my dear and beautiful author.😇

NSFW content will be in the game. I am writing for a mature audience after all. At this moment in time there is no need for NSFW content.

90% of sex in a game is not worthwhile. World building. Characterized. Dialogue etc is needed in order to balance out everything.

I cannot just start my if and then immediately just jump into sex. That makes no sense whatsoever.

NSFW content will be added later on down in the if after the MC has gotten to know all ROs. I've seen alot of post asking about povs of other characters. Most people don't like foreshadowing that much so I won't be doing all that much of it. I want my readers to be puzzled. I want them to be at the edge of their seat wondering what's going to happen next.

Anon I am not writing an erotica. I am writing a story (IF).

This response might make you feel a bit dissatisfied but that is how it is. Readers want a story that will keep them immersed in the story. If I just write only smut in my if what is the point? It makes no sense.

Sometimes not everything is about sex. Sometimes the ROs and other characters wants someone to hold them and let them know that they're not alone. Anon I do apologize for the disappoint but this is just how it is.

As for Caitlyn.

These scenes will only be seen if readers actually dragged her off the cliff. (I already wrote her introduction pov.)

The body that she's in is married to someone powerful.

In this new World, she's once again someone's mother

[REDACTED] I won't spoil anything else.

- Diluc

[BONUS: Diluc softly pecked both of your cheeks, kissing away the tears. He brushed the stray tears aside, before giving you a light-hearted grin. If this is how you react with a single head-pat, I would simply hate to see how you'd react to something...more. He trailed of teasingly, before letting out a soft chuckle]

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IMWEDJWO I'M ABOUT AS RED AS A POC CAN BE RN PLEASE