Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System Chapter 457: Twisted

Chapter 457 – Twisted

“Your tricks won’t work on me,” Apollo snarled, his gaze burning with the intensity of a raging inferno. “I’m not sure who you think you’re deceiving, but this is a futile attempt.”

“Deceiving?” Law gave a mocking snort as she dropped into a crouch. She met Apollo’s glare directly, showing no sign of intimidation. “I have no reason to trick you anymore. That part is over. I already manipulated your will, forcing you to step away from the political maneuvers of the Celestials.”

“Furthermore, you went as far as murdering your own daughter just to trigger her reincarnation.”

She fought back a giggle. “Everything became effortless after that.”

As Law spoke, a sickening knot of dread began to tighten relentlessly within Apollo’s chest.

He clenched his jaw, stubbornly refusing to accept a single word she uttered.

“My sister,” Apollo stated, his voice strained and tight, “is merely doing what is required to maintain our facade. She harbors no love for her husband.”

His tone dropped into a low, primal growl, like a beast pushed to its limit. “She wouldn’t dare.”

“I truly hate to burst your bubble,” Law replied, though the sheer delight in her tone suggested she was enjoying every second. “The only reason you managed to get her into your bed was because of the obsession and attention you showered upon her.”

“Idalia Marigold was born with a strange complexion on her skin—a singular trait of her existence. Yet, that very trait made her a pariah, a target for whispered ridicule.”

The Living Darkness surrounding them shuddered under the weight of Apollo’s fury. “Don’t... don’t you dare continue with these lies.”

Law ignored his warning, pressing on with total indifference. “Amidst all that, whether she was the True Child of a Progenitor or not, she felt nothing but isolation and sorrow. It was worse with her father constantly in seclusion. And even more so with a mother who despised the very sight of her offspring.”

“I told you to stop—!”

“And that is where you stepped in.” Law interrupted his rage with a broad, predatory grin. “You, Apollo, the perfect brother. You provided everything she craved. You gave her affection, focus, safety, and so much more.”

“You exploited those moments to reveal your repulsive desires. And how do you think she would react? A woman terrified of losing the only warmth she had ever managed to grasp?”

“Is this how low you will stoop?” Apollo asked, his voice turning icy. “Spouting falsehoods just to manipulate me? To force me to fight? Or is there another hidden agenda?”

“You are well aware that I am telling the truth,” Law said with eerie calm. “If these were mere fabrications, your eyes wouldn't be weeping blood right now.”

Apollo remained silent. He offered no retort as he felt the crimson tears tracing paths down his skin.

“You can infer the rest, can't you? Or perhaps you’ve always known and simply lived in denial. If you have the courage to face reality, let me show you the way.”

The Firstborn of Light said nothing, but the agony in his bleeding eyes spoke volumes.

They were a tempest of rage, loathing, and profound grief.

But as Law’s words struck him like a physical blade, his sorrow evaporated, serving only to stoke the fires of his hatred and wrath.

“Idalia Marigold chose you because she feared losing the only light in a world that judged her. But that time has passed. She used your sacrifice to establish her own power. Now, she has found her true love, while you sit here decaying, being consumed by this Darkness.”

Law paused, savoring the sight of Apollo’s spirit crumbling before her.

‘For so long! I have anticipated this moment for countless eons!’ she thought to herself.

Schemes within schemes. She had offered up many sacrifices to reach this turning point.

Apollo was ignorant of the details, and it was better that way. He didn’t need to know that she was the one who ensured Idalia’s childhood was defined by loneliness.

Even so, Law hadn't anticipated the depraved nature of Apollo’s love for his sister. It was a delightful surprise that allowed her to refine her strategy.

Now, she stood on the precipice of total victory.

Law struggled to hide her triumphant smirk.

Apollo, unable to dismiss Law’s words after so many hidden truths came to light, finally spoke. His voice was dry and hollow.

“What,” he began, “is it that you require from me?”

Though drowned in malice, Apollo was no fool. He recognized that the Overseer of Law was moving toward a specific goal.

Every word had been calculated.

Her efforts to provoke his rage—to make him desire nothing more than to escape and slaughter his sister's husband—were intentional.

He loathed admitting it, but she had successfully fanned the flames of his fury.

At his question, Law let out a laugh.

“Swear an oath upon The Records,” she commanded. “Do that, and I will reveal everything. Do it, and I will grant you the power you should have already attained. Do it, and you can execute your sister’s husband to satisfy your dark, twisted cravings.”

Apollo went quiet, fighting to suppress the impulses thundering in his mind. “What is the oath?” he finally managed to ask.

“Pledge your total fealty to me,” Law answered instantly. “You will follow my every command without question. You will never betray me.”

“You seek to make me your slave,” Apollo growled.

“I seek an ally I can rely on,” she countered. “Make your choice. I’ve wasted enough time, and the Progenitor expects my report.”

A heavy silence fell between them. The Son of Light wished for an alternative, but there was none to be found.

However,

“You must also pledge not to betray me,” Apollo insisted. “That is my only condition for the oath. You must swear it, Overseer of Law. If you refuse, then let us both be damned.”

Law gave a casual shrug. “I swear upon The Records that I shall never betray Apollo of BrightSky, Firstborn of Light.”

The overwhelming presence of The Records descended upon them, ancient and all-seeing.

[Approved.]

The pact was set.

Law turned her gaze back to Apollo. With a sense of grim resignation, the Son of Light spoke his part.

“I swear upon The Records to follow the commands of Sirin Sora of Light and remain loyal, provided she upholds her promise to me.”

Law, whose true name was Sirin Sora, smiled broadly.

The Records resonated once more.

[Approved.]

The spoken words finalized the new bond between Sirin and Apollo.

“Now, tell me,” Apollo demanded. “Why go through all of this?”

Sirin’s grin widened so much it looked as if her face might split apart. “Why?” she repeated, her voice echoing with strange, distorted layers. “Don’t be naive, Apollo.”

“I am pursuing exactly what they are all pursuing.”

A sudden, horrifying realization struck Apollo, and his blood-stained eyes went wide.

“No,” he gasped. “You wouldn't dare!”

“Oh, I would, I would, I would!” Sirin laughed, her voice loud and manic.

“I dare everything, Apollo! And you will be at my side. We will either reach the summit together or fall into the abyss together.”

“Now, Firstborn of Light,” she leaned in and whispered, “it is time you saw the Light. Oh, I am so curious...”

With a mere touch from Sirin, the prison doors swung open.

“I wonder what your sister’s reaction will be when she sees you?”

Apollo grunted. “Reaction? She won't have time for words. She will do nothing but weep as I butcher her husband before her eyes.”

Sirin laughed, stepping into the cell to release Apollo from his bindings.

“All in good time, Apollo. For now, you must face your father, the Progenitor.”

The shackles fell away from the Son of Light.

“And you have a task to complete for me,” Sirin added, her footsteps echoing through the dark halls.

And so,

The Firstborn of Light was released.

...

At the same moment Apollo gained his freedom, Idalia Marigold was within her personal realm, inside a palace crafted in the likeness of a sun.

In her vast chambers, she stood tall and unclad. Her vitiligo-marked skin was stretched over a powerful, muscular frame, her eight-pack abs on full display.

Her focus was fixed on a man bound to a chair. He was also naked, his body reacting with an erect cock despite his situation.

As he stared at Idalia’s naked form, his expression was a mask of pure revulsion and fury, hatred etched into every line of his strikingly handsome face.

Marigold’s mouth thinned into a hard line. “Truly?” she asked, her voice a mix of indignation and sorrow. “Why is it so impossible for you to love me?”

“You are repulsive—!”

“Is it because of her?” Marigold interrupted coldly. She walked toward him with heavy, deliberate steps, leaning in until her face was inches from his.

Their golden eyes locked in a silent battle.

“You still haven't moved past her after all these years?” Idalia asked again.

“One does not simply forget true love, Idalia,” the man spat with pure venom. “It is a concept your warped mind will never grasp.”

“But I do grasp it,” Idalia retorted. “And I wonder if that love will survive once you learn her fate.”

The man’s brow furrowed as a cold sense of forewarning began to seep into his soul.

“What,” he growled, “have you done to her?”

“I thought this would please you!” Idalia laughed. “You loved her so much that I couldn't stand to see you grieving. Can you guess what I did? Can you guess why I claimed a fragment of your soul that day?”

The man began to thrash against his restraints, his voice rising in panic. “Tell me, Marigold! What did you do?!” he screamed, veins bulging on his forehead in his rage.

Idalia responded to his outburst with a manic, crazed smile.

“It’s quite simple, my darling,” she whispered against his ear. “I took your precious little Justicia. I shattered her spirit and her mind so completely that she has forgotten almost everything about her past.”

The man’s eyes stretched wide in horror.

“I handed her over to my son as a slave, serving as a guardian for my reincarnated daughter.”

“No... no...” the man groaned, stunned.

“But I'm not entirely cruel. That soul fragment I took from you... I gave it life. I gave it your appearance, your personality, and every trait that defines you.”

“Then I bound him to Justicia, ensuring he would be under her care and protection. I even made sure your love for her remained intact within him.”

“I believed that would suffice,” Marigold said. She slowly lowered herself onto the man’s stiff cock, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

The man continued to struggle, yet he couldn't stop a moan from escaping as Marigold’s body tightened around him.

He loathed himself for the physiological response, but the sensation was overwhelming.

Marigold threw her head back and let out a peal of laughter.

“Where is Justicia?” the man barked, fighting through his self-disgust. “WHERE IS SHE?!”

“Oh, don't raise your voice, my love.” Her tone was dripping with obsessive fervor. “I hesitated to tell you for fear of breaking your heart, but I suppose I will.”

She leaned close to his ear, her voice a slow, deliberate whisper.

“Your incarnation was slain. Justicia survived, but she became the wife of a man named Noah Vaelgrim. Though, they are both dead now. Hahaha! But tell me, can you picture him taking her exactly the way I am taking you?”

The man began to sob brokenly.

“Please, my love, answer me.”

“Can you picture it, Elijah?”