"Your task is to simply gather a lot of power, give me a lot of grandchildren, and make the people of Remnant worship you and by proxy - worship me." the voice of Darkness reverberated around the space around him, " You could also ready Remnant for my eventual return when all the Relics Brother stupidly set as condi!ons are gathered and destroyed."

Jaune nods in a daze, acknowledging his tasks but not really understanding them - his mind wandered to past memories of Blanc, his family, his son, Amber, Yang, all the girls and women his actions destroyed their future.

It was soul crushing.

Knowing that he made various women pregnant, made them smile and be happy - making them believe that their future was bright and hopeful.

Only to take it all away and leave them with nothing more than a husk.

He could imagine Blanc getting divorced, his son growing up without a dad, Ansel shunning them because of him.

The lonely woman would then leave and blame herself for things she couldn't even remember.

Or Amber - he could imagine the bright girl turning into an empty shell, losing all sense of happiness they built together, drowning in her own depression and insecurities.

His family would probably be next in the list of memory loss.

Mom would wonder why there was an extra room, his sisters would grow up without him, dad would wonder where his sword had gone to.

His short 15 years of life already ruined various others. He was guilty of all his crimes.

It weighed heavily on his shoulders.

He didn't want to remember any of it.

"Oh? You were not paying attention, are you?" his 'father' asked, "Your mind tells me you don't want to remember your past?"

"It's a simple matter, I could keep that part of your soul here." he continued.

"I.."

"It's the least I could do - your life's not going to be easy from now on. Your mother is going to be a Witch, your siblings my eldest creations, your goal is to tangle into as many woman as possible - that also brings along their baggage and all those things you humans worry about.."

But he already made a lot of lives miserable. Would he do the same again?

"I'm scared." he whispered.

Another Blanc, another Amber, Yang, Mom, Dad, his sisters…

"How about this - I would take away your past memories, keep the upgrades I made to your soul, and set a gentle reminder to make the women in your life happy and then, make a harem."

"...what?"

"No worries, It's going to be easy. You already know how to capture women's hearts deep in your soul - in fact, it's emblazoned onto it." he could feel his surroundings slowly turning brighter, his body pulled upwards, a pressure lifting of his shoulders, " Quick question, are you gay?"

"...no, I don't think so-"

A sudden flash, his sight blinded, ears hearing static.

"Later then, and give you mother some love would you?"

Salem stared at her newly born child, massaging his hands softly while searching any spies Ozma could possibly post here in Atlas using her Seekers.

A week passed since his birth.

They were currently in her backup Castle near the borders of the Kingdom.

It was a simple building that had been maintained by slaves and serves as a

temporary residence in the event where her castle undergone renovations or faced annihilation for whatever reason.

Like last week, for example.

Her Old castle was beyond repair - only chunks of stone and furniture found at the crater that formed after the explosion.

Her agents were alive though, probably due to the bubble of Darkness her son released during the final stages of her letting her lower half split in two - literally.

Rarely she felt grateful for her immortality - that childbirth would kill her.

After the devastation, she healed herself and found a young man likely the age of 15 with a foot still stuck inside her repaired vagina.

And he was in a comatose state, sometimes twitching or moving but ultimately unconscious.

Her agents gathered by her as she tried to wake her newborn up, watching her use various magics and methods to no avail.

Watts suggested to move here. She teleported via Shadow.

And her son was still sleeping, peacefully unaware of the state his mother was in.

Salem eyed the door for a moment, making sure that it was shut and locking it with a simple flick of her finger.

Gently positioning herself next to her child laying on the King sized bed, her arms pulling him in and his face pressed against her chest, she unbuttoned her nipple pocket and put it in his mouth, stroking his cheek as he started to suck.

She could feel him closing his mouth around her heavy breast, his tongue moving around like a warm feather against her sensitive nipple, her spine tingling from his unconscious movements.

A warm sigh escaped her muffled lips, her body turning warmer, her heart beating faster, she could feel her recovered vagina clenching and grinding against his side, making a slight wet spot on his leg.

Stroking his soft white hair with her other hand, she pressed her cheek against his crown and hummed a tune she used long ago, trying to ignore the impulses and needs her body demanded.

'Was it like this?' She tried to remember the tune she used to use long ago.

She hummed, basking herself in his presence - a familiar one she carried the last few years.

Her son came out a healthy young teenager instead of a baby. He had red irises when she checked and pale white skin like herself, passing off as a normal human with a warm body.

She hugged him tighter, feeling his firm body in her grasp giving her feelings she hadn't felt since before her curse

Warmth, Contentment, she felt herself melting into the embrace.

But there was also Arousal.

The small pressure deep inside her that demanded release - building up heat between her legs.

Is this normal?

Her son continued to suck her nipple.

She stiffled her lips onto his hair, releasing hot breaths as she slowly grinded more on his leg.

".…maybe just a bit..more…" she whispered. " A few extra...more.."

She grabbed his unconscious hand and pressed it on her pussy.

"Oh…."

…..More.

More.

More!

"Ungh!..", a moan escaped as she sunk his fingers into her folds, clenching it, grinding against her walls while his thumb pushed against her clit.

She felt herself shaking, shivering, a mouthful of drool pooling in her mouth threathening to overflow like her vagina.

How long had she gone without this feeling?

She couldn't remember the last time she felt the need to pleasure herself.

And that need grew stronger than ever, consuming her thoughts and body.

It was on fire.

Pushing his pinky into her asshole, she gasped as she stared hard at the face of her son, feeling her depravity growing as she released her pent up Lust and Greed onto his unconsious body, her heart twisting her mind as she imagined him fucking her like a whore.

She moved her waist, folding her walls, sending waves and waves of pure fire.

She took in a mouthful of his hair, licking and taking in the scent of sweat and odour permeating around them.

She needed more.

Faster!

Stronger!

MORE!!!

Her mind was turning losing focus by the second, she couldn't sense her surroundings, her body a shivering mess trying to grind out everything her heart desited.

Her son was making her a slut! She could feel her mind reaching heights in never felt before.

She held in her breath, building the pressure in her chest, her body already lost to pleasure, moving erratically as she struggled to reach her climax!

And then it came.

A searing explosion, wrecking all across her body in waves and waves of numbness and white.

"UNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

She rode it out, panting as she let her body spasm down and slowly lay limp. Snuggling on her comatose son, she nestled her head onto the crook of his neck and just laid there with post clarity somewhere there amidst the mindnumbingly good feeling wrapping around her body.

It was wrong - she knew as much from the books she read - that doing something like this could stunt his growth or induce trauma.

But, he was still in a deep sleep and she hadn't felt like that in so long.

This is her son, the child who would grow up and love her forever.

She would nurture him to be the finest young man.

'The Emperor of Remnant.'

Yes - she should make him Emperor. It was the highest position next to being a god that Remnant never needed.

She continued to conjure up plans in her daze.

"A change of plans." she muttered, still "No more razing settlements for fun - they make excellent slaves."

Oh! He could be a Tyrant! Or a Grandchildren making houseking!

With him managing to make her reach climax without even trying to- and she was his mother! - he would most probably become the greatest baby maker in the world!

She hugged him tighter.

"Wake up." she whispered, "I have so many plans - you just need to wake up."