"This won't work on me." Apollo growled, his eyes glowing with fires of wrath, "I don't know who you are trying to fool, but it's a useless thing on me."

"Fool?" Law scoffed, crouching down on the floor, facing directly the eyes of Apollo without cowering, "I have no intention to fool you anymore. I already did. And I made you choose, by your own will, to take a step out of the political game of the Celestial."

"And you went even further by killing your daughter and making her reincarnate."

She stifled a laugh, "After that, everything was easy."

The more Law talked, the more Apollo began to feel a bad feeling knotting inside his being mercilessly.

He gritted his teeth, still adamant about not believing a word out of her.

"My sister," Apollo began, his voice tight, "is doing what she must to keep our cover. She does not love her husband."

His voice deepened, sounding like the growl of a wrenching beast, "She doesn't dare."

"I hate to disappoint you." Law said, though her delighted voice indicated the exact opposite of her words, "You only succeeded in having her in your bed because of the attention you gave her."

"Idalia Marigold was born with a weird complexion on her skin. A unique aspect of her being. Yet that made her an outcast, a subject of hidden mockery."

The Living Darkness shook because of Apollo's anger, "Don't…don't you dare continue your lies."

Law proceeded without care, "And amidst all of this, True Child of a Progenitor or not, all she began to feel was desolation and loneliness. Especially when her father was always in seclusion. Even more especially when her mother loathed the sight of her children."

"I said don't—!"

"And that's where you came in." Law cut Apollo's wrathful words with a wide grin, "You, Apollo, the best brother. You gave her everything she always wanted. You gave her love, attention, protection, and so much more."

"You used that moment to show her your disgusting feelings. And what do you think she would do? Her, afraid of losing what she had come to possess so painfully?"

"Is this how far you wish to go?" Apollo said coldly, "So many lies in order to control me? To make me fight? Or are you after something else?"

"You know I am not lying." Law calmly said, "because if they were falsehoods, your eyes would not be bleeding blood at this very moment."

Apollo said nothing. He said nothing as he felt the tears of blood streak down his cheeks.

"So you can guess what happened, right? Or rather, you always knew it, but refused to face it. But if you can bear to tell yourself the truth, let me guide you."

The Firstborn of Light remained silent, but his bleeding eyes were doing all the talking.

They were filled with wrath, hatred, and deep sadness.

But as the words of Law pierced deeply into him like a sword-thrust, sadness melted away and fueled the wrath and hatred.

"Idalia Marigold chose you out of fear of losing the only warmth she had in a world where she was judged. But that is no longer the case. She succeeded in imposing herself through your sacrifice. Now, she has found the one she truly loves, all while you are here rotting away, devoured by this Darkness."

Law paused, watching with delight how broken she was making Apollo.

'For so long! I have waited for this day, for so many eons!' She added inwardly.

Plans within plans within plans. It took her so many sacrifices to arrive at this level.

Apollo didn't know, but he didn't need to know. He didn't need to know that she was the one who made sure Idalia remained alone in her childhood.

Still, never did Law expect the twisted love of Apollo for his own sister. Yet that only delighted her and made her change her plan accordingly.

And now here she was, at the edge of success.

Law barely suppressed her wide, delighted smile.

Seeing her, Apollo — unable to believe anything else but the words of Law after so many hidden truths — parted his lips as a dry, cold voice echoed,

"What," he began, "do you want from me?"

He might be consumed by evil feelings, but Apollo was not blind. He could see that the Overseer of Law wanted something.

All of her words were for a reason.

Her goal to make him angry, to make him wish for nothing but to get out of here and rip away the husband of his sister, was not for nothing.

He hated to admit it, but she had succeeded in igniting his wrath.

And at his words, Law laughed,

"Swear on The Records." She demanded, "Do it and I will tell you. Do it, and I shall make you obtain the strength you should have obtained by now. Do it, and you could kill your sister's husband and quench your twisted, ugly desires."

Apollo stayed silent, trying to control the desires thundering inside of him, "What should I swear to?" He managed to say.

"Swear your absolute loyalty to me." Law said instantly, "You will obey me in everything and anything. You won't betray me."

"You want me to be your slave." Apollo growled.

"I want you to be an ally I can trust." She countered, "Now choose. I have lost too much time, the Progenitor is waiting for my news."

Silence settled around the two of them. The Son of Light would have wished to say there was another possibility. But there was not.

Still,

"You won't betray me either." Apollo said, "That's the only way I will make the oath. You must swear you won't betray me, Overseer of Law. If you cannot do that, then be damned."

Law shrugged, "I swear on The Records that I will never betray Apollo of BrightSky, Firstborn of Light."

The presence of The Records settled on them, vast and encompassing. Then,

[Approved.]

The oath was sealed.

Law looked at Apollo. Now somehow relieved, the Son of Light cracked his mouth open,

"I swear on The Records that I will obey Sirin Sora of Light and not betray her, as long as she keeps her words to me."

Law, named Sirin Sora, smiled at this.

The Records acted once more.

[Approved.]

Their words concluded and officialized the new relationship between Sirin and Apollo.

Then he spoke once more, "Now why?" Apollo said, "Why all of this?"

Sirin's mouth widened so much that her whole face seemed to split open, "Why?" She echoed, her voice strange, layered, "Don't be a fool, Apollo."

"I am after what all of them are after."

A flash of horrendous understanding struck, and Apollo's bloodied eyes widened,

"No." He breathed, "You do not dare!"

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." Sirin laughed, loud and unrestrained,

"I dare, Apollo! I dare! And you will be with me. You will be with me, and either we succeed or we go down together."

"Now, Firstborn of Light," she whispered, "It's time for you to see the Light. Oh, I wonder! I so very much wonder…"

CLINK—!

The prison opened at a single touch from Sirin.

"What your sister will say after seeing you?"

Apollo grunted, "Say? She won't say anything. She will weep as I slaughter her husband in front of her."

Sirin laughed, standing up and entering the prison to unchain Apollo.

"In time, Apollo. In time. For now, you have the Progenitor, your father, to see."

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

The chains fell from the Son of Light.

"And you have something to do for me." Sirin added as the echo of her steps boomed through the prison.

Thus,

The Firstborn of Light was freed.

…

Simultaneously, while Apollo was being freed, Idalia Marigold was in her own home world, inside her castle modeled from a sun.

Inside her gigantic room, she stood there, tall and naked, her vitiligo body filled with muscles and eight-pack abs for all to admire.

Her eyes were transfixed on a scene, or rather on a man chained to a chair, equally naked, his cock erect.

Facing the sight of Idalia's naked body, the man's face was nothing but a canvas of disgust and anger, with hatred as ink splashed across the hard lines of his unfathomably handsome face.

Marigold's lips pursed into a tight line, "Really?" she said, her voice filled with anger and sadness, "Why can you not love me?"

"You disgust—!"

"Is that because of her?" Marigold cut his words coldly, approaching with heavy steps, leaning so that her face hovered just above his.

Their golden eyes met each other.

"You still haven't forgotten her after all this time?" Idalia said once more.

"We don't just forget the one we love, Idalia." The man spat with loathing, "Something your twisted mind cannot comprehend."

"But I do understand." Idalia countered, "And I wonder if you will still love her after you know what happened to her."

The man's eyebrows knitted together, a surge of bad feeling slowly creeping inside him.

"What," he growled, "did you do to her?"

"I thought you would be happy?" Idalia laughed, "You loved her so much that I couldn't bear the sight of you being sad. So can you guess what I did? Can you guess why I took a part of your soul that day?"

The man began to twist on his chair, his voice suddenly restless, "Tell me, Marigold! What did you do??" He bellowed with anger, angry veins slithering across his forehead.

To his anger, Idalia answered with a loud, lunatic grin.

"Oh, it's so simple, my love." She whispered into his ear, "I took your little Justicia that you love so much, I broke her will and mind so deeply that she forgot most of her existence."

The man's eyes widened.

"I gave her to my son as a slave, and she was used as a protector to my reincarnated daughter."

"No… no…" the man muttered in shock.

"But as I said, I am not so heartless. The piece of your soul I took from you, my love…I gave it life. I gave it your face, your character, and everything that makes you who you are."

"Then I linked him with Justicia, making sure he would be under her protection, her grace, and I even made sure your love for her would be retained."

"I thought it was enough." Marigold said, then slowly sat down on the hard cock of the man, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

The man didn't stop squirming in protest, yet he could do nothing but moan as the tight walls of Marigold pussy hugged his cock.

He hated himself for this. But the pleasure was too much.

Marigold flipped her head backward and laughed.

"Where is Justicia?" The man managed to roar, despite the self-loathing. "WHERE IS JUSTICIA?!"

"Oh, don't shout, my love." Her voice was filled with obsessive affection, "I don't want to tell you, afraid of breaking your heart, but I will."

She leaned her face to his ear and whispered slowly,

"Your incarnation was killed. Justicia didn't die, but instead became the wife of someone called Noah Vaelgrim. Oh, but they are dead now. Hahahah! But tell me, can you imagine him fucking her the same way I do to you?"

The man began to weep.

"Please, my love, tell me."

"Can you imagine it, Elijah?"

—End of Chapter 457—

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