Once the copulation was over, Lady Kosmah opened her eyes, disappearing from view. Reversing time to just before her males appeared, the daughter dared to lunge at her and the sentence that meant something to give an appropriate reply. ‘I am sorry, but this is for the best. All Kazmetik-kin must go through trials to survive what is to come. If you live, you are worthy; if you die... add strength to the barrier.’ Her thoughts may be cruel, but such is the way of one standing at the top with those she cared about below to protect.

“… What any mate will do for their own female.”

“It took a long time to break you. Once carefree and ignorant, you now use your brain instead of allowing your hearts to lead you. I will not allow you to disappear, nor your mates, but you will each have to find each other and suppress the urge to slaughter each other. As for your offspring, leave it to them to find you. The surrogate Joker is still their mother, even if you are the true one in the end. What did you birth? Just a provider without doing the hard work.” Lady Kosmah saw the reactions and pitied this daughter, but her torture was not as bad as a few. Yes, she was a mere spawn when she was treated that way, but it is within her tolerant range. “Mother, you must understand; mine is mine. There is no explanation that can change that.” Lady Kosmah looked at this offspring with a critical eye. An offspring she could not help but favor, this offspring, the other half gave now settled, but this side, the main side, needs to be tempered as well, but should it suffer more? Suffer less?

She knew the answer, and with a sigh, she turned away, dragging her with her. Back then, she had been too weak and lost everything, but this time she will allow her to do as she wishes and see how she matures this time. “Are you sure you want me to be free, mother?”

“That side has already moved ahead of you. She may be a part of you, and in truth, I had assisted her somewhat, but you are the original after all.”

“Is that why you had prevented me from snuffing out her little life again? For taking vengeance when she accepted those usurpers and taken my offspring? Or–” Lady Kosmah silenced her with a thought, speaking a few words of admittance in turn.

“I admit what I had done was a bit too much, but it was all I could do in your situation. Sacrifice a part of you so that they can think you have been gravely injured and focus on another or allow you to be snuffed out of existence for good like your elder siblings.” The beast being held in the embrace of her mother did not speak. In the war, she knows the outcome best. Yet, she was not reconciled. Lady Kosmah released a sigh, moving forward through time back to the universe she favored but condemned, pausing to look at the blue planet. Of course, this is alternate; many things are the same, but even more are different. “Why here?” the tiny beast she held rumbled in her arms with dissatisfaction. Lady Kosmah gently brushed her fur, adding a drop of her power. This daughter is so weak now those others can destroy her with a mere thought with ease. She can’t die yet. She must have an understanding, and this world is, this is what she now needs. “Because, dear daughter, this is where it should begin, where it all begins.” Before the small beast could speak further, she dropped it. Looking at it fall, she was not surprised where it fell. Those three places are the ones that drew her offspring the most. From the void stepped her daughter, similar to Villiana she had dropped and Joaker she had mostly discarded. Her difference is the glow in the eyes and the slight pressure she gave off. “Mother, what you have done made her a villain.” Lady Kosmah smirked. She has to embody her name. “Perhaps, but as my offspring, it is not a bad thing. After all, she will have her anchors to keep her sane.” Saying that, Lady Kosmah disappeared from view. The remaining female floated silently in the air. She had slipped from her suffocating mates to visit the sibling who was going through her trials. She had the chance of only meeting once. At that time, she had killed off her split side after remembering her beginning. She had found her breakdown fascinating, appearing from the void, separating to whisper in her ears. “Younger sister, remembering at this point, wistful thinking can’t bring them back, but plotting and planning.” What was her name back then? Rampage. The one who rages. A few words before she slipped away had allowed her to pause just before Mother Kosmah had appeared and took her away.

The younger sibling she had wanted to get to know was never seen again until this moment.

What she grew to realize is that this sibling gave in to emotions too easily, unlike her split side.

Such a side showed no mercy; such a side conquered a planet powerful enough to become a galaxy.

What did her younger sibling, the original, gain?

Madness, rage, and despair.

Ah, that thing could not be possible this time.

From her void, she looked at the weak souls she held. The brothers had claimed the other side, and those still within the domain of ‘that one’ continue to fade every passing moment and will eventually be snuffed from existence. Those races of Tyrants should be used, but they are so fierce!

Eyes zeroing in on the happy form of her sister with the family on the island, no drama, no way for her to be tempered. If one of ‘them’ arrives, would she not be one shot to death? Pursing her lips, she decided that tossing those Tyrants into this alternate was a wise choice. Opening the future sight, her mouth stretched into a smile at what unfolded before her.

Oh, dear sister, enjoy this episode of joy, for in the future—

Behind her, the void opened, eight sets of hands stretched out, covering a part of her form. She wanted to watch how her younger sister fell into despair and became stronger, but her sight was blocked. Her exposed mouth left a few words behind as consolation. “It would be interesting if she becomes the villain. Perhaps we could meet then.” The form dragged into the void did not struggle. It would be a futile effort, anyway. The void closed, blinking from this part of existence not long after. Lady Kosmah, who should have disappeared, peeked from the dimension she had sat in. Three of her mates lay at her feet, eyes closed. She smirked after seeing where her daughter, after being released by her, would turn into. This way she will be stronger; this way she will never fail as before, but this life, ah, this life. She only had two chances. The first is rather easy with a few tribulations, but the second… she will suffer almost every breath. “Rampage, you will survive, yes? This life with them will only make you stronger.” One of the males hearing his female’s words narrowed his eyes. In a blink, he disappeared from view and shifted, appearing in an unending darkness before her. Lady Kosmah softened, feeling the desire within her rise.

In the dimension the two joined, the males remaining below opened their eyes one by one. A mouth was filled with an engorged length; the two holes, like the favored humanoid-like form, were filled. For a time, which could not be measured, they took their female, ignoring her pain, the silent pleas, and the death followed by her rebirth until they were sated.

When they were finished, they formed one sentinel being, taking her back to their home. As for the offspring? She can live or die. It was not their concern; he saved her as a male sire.