She Remain a Mother
Part 1: “Four Causes, One Mother”
I am Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir.
I woke up wrapped in satin—the kind that doesn’t just lie against your skin, but sinks into it, kisses it, remembers it. The sheets clung to every inch of me, soft as the petals of the forbidden rose blooming at midnight.
Yet it wasn’t the cold that made my spine arch, that made my thighs tremble.
And the scent still haunted me—storm rain, sandalwood, crushed roses, and something deeply forbidden, like the taste of fate on your lips just before you’re swallowed whole.
Faceless men. But not faceless to my soul.
Their identities carved into me—not in memory, but in something deeper. Etched into the folds of my being like ancient scripture on sacred stone.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“My body still remembers them… even if my mind tries to forget.” 💭
Their touches—weightless yet heavy. Their warmth—immortal. Their presence—inescapable.
I still felt them in the hollow between my thighs, in the way my breath caught every time I closed my eyes, in the way my soul whispered their names I never knew.
I haven’t slept without them.
Each night, they return—not with faces, but with promises.
“We gift you this… our seed and permanent gifts.
Bear our children, beautiful goddess.
We shall return when the children turn five.”
Silence that stretched for eons.
And yet, in that void, something began to bloom.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I thought it was just a dream.” 💭
I should’ve dismissed it. I tried.
That morning, while rinsing my face, a bolt of agony split through my skull. My knees crashed to the floor, nails clawing the porcelain sink as a searing heat pierced through me.
And in that pain—I remembered.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I was Aoi Tsukiyo.” 💭
By five, I’d won national IQ titles.
By twelve, I was arguing philosophies with aged professors.
By twenty-six, I was a firm’s iron empress.
By thirty-five, I was a shell. A ghost. Alive, but long since hollowed.
Evenings were filled with wine glasses and empty echoes. The only heartbeat I ever chased was from a forgotten manga I stumbled upon in an online shop:
No fandom. No translation. No ending. Just a threadbare scan I re-read until the edges blurred.
Because it began with her.
She lived in a cursed floral sanctuary—deadly mists, carnivorous roses, silence sharper than any blade. Yet untouched. Loved. Divine.
She awoke one morning from a dream of faceless gods—and found herself pregnant.
And the children… each with a left eye glowing in divine hues. Celestial heterochromia, they called it. The mark of divine seed.
She raised them alone. In silence. With strength.
Until her twenty-second birthday.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
The day she was slain in the arms of her crying children. 💭
I remembered that chapter well.
Because that was the night I collapsed in real life.
Wine glass in hand. Another work message buzzing.
I never reached the sink.
When I opened my eyes, my hands were no longer mine. My hair silver. My body—too soft, too fragile, too ethereal.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Life. Inside me. Not one… four.” 💭
I stared at the girl in the mirror.
My skin is like milk—smooth, pale, untouched by sun or time.
Black hair spills over my shoulders like ink across untouched snow.
And my eyes… they’re white. Not blind, but glowing—faintly, like starlight trapped in glass.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Yieshanova…?” 💭
A laugh escaped. Soft. Shaky. Disbelieving.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“So I really became her…”
ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)ʱªʱªʱª
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And I’m seventeen.” ᯣ_ᯣ
Just then, the air shimmered.
A sound—soft, musical—like a lullaby played on wind chimes.
A golden screen bloomed midair, suspended in glittering vines.
System of Creator
[ SYSTEM OF CREATOR ]
Welcome, Lady Goddess.
Would you like to confirm your Profile Status?
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“…What?” (｡· v ·｡) ?
I blinked at the divine interface.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Lady… Goddess?” ◔‸◔?
The petals of the screen waited. Expectant.
My finger hovered—and tapped.
System of Creator
[ PROFILE STATUS ]
Name: Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Age: 17
Birthday: Vertus 1, 1280
Role: [Sealed]
Height: 184 cm
Weight: 49 kg
System of Creator
Stats
Vitality: ∞
Strength: ∞
Speed: ∞
Wisdom: ∞
Luck: ∞
Charisma: ∞
Defense: ∞
MP: ∞
Power Percent: 400% × ∞
Updated 7 days ago by █████ █████
System of Creator
Abilities:
[ALL SEALED]
System of Creator
“Lady Goddess, your powers remain slumbering.”
System of Creator
Traits:
Ageless
[Others Sealed]
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“This isn’t just isekai.” ꒰՞ °ᗝ°՞꒱.ᐟ.ᐟ
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“This is... ascension in chains.” 💭
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Who sealed me?
Why me?
And how is this body mortal? 💭
I walked barefoot across the garden’s cursed petals.
Roses turned their heads to me. Trees bowed. The mist parted.
Even the beasts of ruin kept their distance.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I may be sealed…” (⑉･̆-･̆⑉)
I murmured, palm over my womb.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“But I am not powerless.” ᯣ_ᯣ
Inside me, four pulses—soft and radiant—beat in unison.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I will protect you.” ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I don’t know who your fathers were… but I remember how they made me feel.” ˚‧(๑σ ωσ ๑)·˚₊
Safe. Loved. Worshipped. Desired.
Even if they were gods, they touched me as if I were something sacred.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I don’t need to be a god to be worth something.” ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ◍)
From the forest came a sound—a growl. Low. Menacing. Savage.
I turned, lips parting lazily.
A Diryshadert Beasta (Dirishade Beast) —massive, breathing black smoke, eyes bleeding hunger.
It roared, shaking the earth.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“You dare threaten a pregnant woman?” (¬_¬")💢
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“That’s low—even for a beast.” (｡•̀ ⤙ •́ ｡ꐦ) !!!
My fingers flicked lazily.
Silver petals spiraled where the beast once stood—its body disintegrated, its roar lost in the wind.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Told you” ໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀི১⁼³₌₃
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I’m sealed… not stupid.” (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ
I returned inside, sitting at the edge of the bed.
The scent of sandalwood still lingered on my skin.
And for the first time in years, I touched myself—not with lust, but with wonder.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I’m real. I’m here. I’m Yieshanova.” ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪
But something in between.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And I’ll raise them with my own mortal hands.” ˃ 𖥦 ˂
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“No matter how divine their origins.” (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
No matter what fate planned.
No matter what seal was carved onto my soul.
I will remain their mother.
Even if it kills me again.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Because I love them already.” ꈍ◡ꈍ
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And this time… I’ll say it out loud.” •͈ᴗ⁃͈⊹
The mortal womb of divinity.
The sealed Lady of Infinite Stats.
The mother of the Four Causes.
And I will not be forgotten again.
PEJ Author
Hello, readers.
To be honest, I didn’t see that coming either.
Like—four kids at once? LOL, just kidding… maybe.
PEJ Author
By the way, the manga The Four Causes (which the FL is talking about) is still ongoing.
So yeah, even I don’t fully know what’s going on there.
PEJ Author
But here’s the twist—free of charge:
The Four Causes are her children.
1st: Hero
2nd: Villain
3rd: Chaos
4th: End (Sacrifice)
The fourth is meant to be sacrificed to end the world’s suffering.
...Unless something changes. We’ll see.
PEJ Author
And about their dads? No clue if they’ll show up.
I just hope they’re handsome.
PEJ Author
While rereading this, I’m honestly shocked, surprised, and confused.
If you know what’s going on—shhh, don’t spoil it.
Part 2: "Cloaked in Ash"
The morning sun barely peeked through the shivering trees when Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir cracked open her eyes.
A faint translucent glow hovered above her vision—her system screen, patiently waiting.
She blinked at it once. Tapped twice. Then again.
Her lips curled upward. Not sweetly. No—this smile had teeth.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Aha... why not?”
She murmured, voice silk over steel.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Become a hunter, hmm?”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She stretched like a cat beneath silk sheets, long limbs uncoiling with a grace that betrayed danger. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders, cascading down her back like ink poured from the heavens. The silk clung to her, sensuous and soft, but her attention wasn’t on comfort—it was on opportunity.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“If I remember right"
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She continued, her voice musing aloud to herself.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“this world’s practically drowning in Guilds. Hunters, killers, scavengers, and fools. Hmph.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Her fingertips traced the faint swell of her belly.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Even a pregnant woman needs entertainment."
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
"Sitting still like some porcelain queen in waiting? Not my thing."
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
"And those guys watching me… tch. They wouldn’t dare stop me.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She giggled then—a soft, musical sound.
Then suddenly, without warning, it turned wicked. Delirious.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Besides”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“what’s life without a little chaos?”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She had everything prepared the night before. A hidden system feature had caught her eye—and oh, how her eyes had glowed like silver flames when she’d found it.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Inventory: unlocked. Limitless storage...?”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She muttered then, eyes wide.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“So I can shove a whole mansion in here? Cute.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
The cozy wooden cabin she’d made her home seemed even smaller now. She glanced around, hands on hips.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“It’s charming. I might burn it down just to say goodbye properly. Or maybe not. Depends on my mood.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Now, she stood outside—cloak draped over her shoulders, boots laced, a scabbard at her hip. Her silver gaze turned skyward, past the trees, past the clouds. The morning wind tugged at her cloak like whispers trying to pull her back.
With cold elegance, she raised her hand to the sky.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Just in case you’re watching, guys”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She said quietly, voice like frost.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I’m off to do something monumentally stupid.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
A few startled birds scattered. She watched them go, then smirked.
She took her first step toward the Empire of Reqiorny.
Maybe forty-five minutes. Maybe less.
Because peace? In her world?
She sensed them before they even stepped into view—the stink of desperation, the clink of rusted metal, the heavy breath of men who thought they were wolves.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Five of them. Three from the trees. Two more from a rocky slope above.
They tried to surround her like hyenas, blades out, grins stretched too wide.
？？？
What do we have here?”
？？？
“And all alone. Perfect.”
The leader stepped forward, his rusted blade angled lazily at her neck. His teeth were yellow. His eyes gleamed.
？？？
“Hand over anything shiny, sweetheart”
？？？
“Unless you want something worse than a bruise.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Her eyes? Unblinking silver glass.
Then she tilted her head slightly. Almost curiously. Like a predator analyzing its prey.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“…You smell like you haven’t showered in three months”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“And your blade? It’s crying. I can hear it begging me to melt it down.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
He began, but she cut him off with a smile that looked more like a threat.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Darling”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“It’s adorable that you think you’re dangerous. Truly. But I’d rather be kissed by a thornbush than touched by your kind.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She caught his wrist mid-air.
He screamed. It wasn’t the scream of someone in pain—it was the scream of someone realizing too late they picked the wrong opponent.
His knees buckled. She raised her leg and calmly shattered them both with two precise kicks.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Gentlemen…”
She began, voice sing-song sweet.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Has anyone told you today that threatening a pregnant woman is a sign of... low IQ?”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Another rushed at her. Fast. Desperate.
？？？
"Fuck You!? You son of bitch-!?"
Another tried from behind. She didn’t even look. Just caught his throat, yanked him over her shoulder, and slammed him into the dirt.
The last two didn’t move.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“You’ve got two options”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova said with a polite smile.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“One: run. Two: beg.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
One chose wrong and tried to strike.
She ducked, kicked his legs out from under him, and stepped on his face with all the delicacy of a queen testing the temperature of bathwater.
The last one? He dropped his weapon.
？？？
“No—please—lady, please—”
Yieshanova crouched beside him.
Her eyes glinted with malicious glee. Her voice dropped to a purr.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“You know what’s hilarious?”
She whispered, lips near his ear.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“You were going to rob me. But now…”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
She reached into his pocket. Took his gold. Then his earrings. Then his belt.
Then the others’ things too—every coin, every gem, every dagger, even their filthy socks
And then, with an exaggerated pause...
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Now, five groaning half-naked men lay bruised and humiliated in the dirt.
She held one grimy shirt between two fingers.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Ew”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Smells like failure.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Blue fire erupted from her fingers, dancing across the stolen garments like spirits on a feast.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Their clothes. Their weapons. Their pride. Burned into ash.
She turned her back to them, casually brushing soot off her cloak.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“If you survive"
She said without looking.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“remember this.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Then smiled coldly over her shoulder.
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“I didn’t kill you because I’m merciful. I stopped because I got bored.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Be grateful I’m in a good mood. On worse days, I don’t leave survivors.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
“Threaten me again… and I’ll make sure you can’t beg next time.”
Yieshanova Volkonskagev Vladimir
It was a laugh soaked in chaos, sprinkled with madness, and wrapped in the silk of superiority.
Psycho. Sassy. Colder than winter.
Then she vanished into the wind, walking toward Reqiorny like nothing had happened.
And above, in the distance, four unseen figures silently watched.
？？？
“…She’s hunting again”
PEJ Author
This is my second chat story, and I’m trying to make it more fun for you.
PEJ Author
I’ve seen others use images to show expressions—thought I’d give it a try too!
PEJ Author
Hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment—I always read them.
PEJ Author
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PEJ Author
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