The last thing Heaven gave me was a name.
Not the one my Father whispered when He created me—
but the one He spat when He cast me down.
Mother of Monsters.
My wings burned as I fell, white feathers turning black before they could reach the clouds. I did not scream. Seraphim are not made for begging. And besides… I still believed, then, that He would understand.
I had not created them to save humanity.
I created them because humanity was fragile—and I was tired of watching them break.
Vampires who would no longer fear death, even if survival demanded blood.
Beasts born to carry curses mortals were too weak to endure.
Immortals forged to outlive gods themselves, so history would never belong to Heaven alone.
They were not miracles.
They were defiance.
Proof that creation did not require permission—only will.
But Heaven does not forgive creation without permission.
You have sinned," God said, His voice echoing across eternity.
"You have played Mother where I am Father."
So I was banished.
I fell from the firmament like a dying star, my body tearing through clouds and flame alike. When I struck the earth, the impact carved a crater deep enough to bury my faith. Mountains trembled. Seas recoiled. And Heaven… looked away.
Time passed after that.
Centuries at first—slow, suffocating centuries—then faster, as I learned the rhythm of exile. I walked empires into dust. I watched heroes rise and rot. I studied magic, technology, faith, and fear, peeling worlds apart until their truths bled out.
Stories, I learned, were cages.
And every cage had a lock.
That was when it appeared.
[FORBIDDEN SYSTEM PATCH DETECTED]
[Existence Verification Complete]
[User: ████████ — Classification: Fallen Seraphim]
[Primary Title Assigned: Mother of Monsters]
[Warning: This entity violates narrative law]
laughed.
A raw, broken sound I hadn't made since Heaven.
"So," I whispered into the void, power stirring in my veins, "even reality wants me erased."
The system did not answer. It never does.
Instead, it opened doors.
Worlds unfolded before me—stacked, layered, overlapping like poorly edited manuscripts. Anime realms ruled by fate. Mythic lands chained to prophecy. Cinematic universes obsessed with heroes and happy endings.
Each one shared the same flaw.
A main protagonist.
Destined victories.
Sacred weapons.
Chosen companions—especially the women marked as untouchable.
How delicate their stories were.
I stepped into the first world, my presence cracking its sky like glass.
"Let's see," I murmured, shadows coiling around my fingers,
"what happens when the villain knows the ending."
[World Entry Successful]
[Primary Protagonist Detected]
[Stealable Assets Identified]
→ Weapon
→ Fate
→ Companion
My smile widened.
Heaven made me a monster.
Now I make corrections.