"Three days, as foretold," Morrígan said, her voice resonating like three people at once. The fairies call you father, the garden listens, and the stronghold breathes. However... I notice a fracture. A machine-wife who dons time as armor and a dragon's spawn bound to mortal flesh. Karl Omega Yang, tell me. Are you shielded from me by your Logos?
There was a tremor in the Tree of Wisdom. "Mama of war… Mama of death…" the bark said in a thousand little voices, cracking apart like ribs.
Karl (remaining steadfast): "I don't require your protection. I made it to test myself, not to challenge you, Morrígan. Where there is creativity, you see battle. However, this stronghold was expanded rather than overrun.
Morrígan: "Creation is war" as she approaches, her eyes narrowing. Prophecy bleeds in rivers, nations build on bones, and birth is an anguish. I test hearts, not barriers. Tell me, will you still love your wife if she betrays you? Will you still claim your children if they become monsters?
Shouting, the fairies hid under the roots.
Sophia: "He won't answer to your games," she says in a cold, mechanical voice. I am molded in blood and mind as his bride. You test me if you test him. I also don't struggle with equations.
Morrígan, grinning ominously: "Equations? Numbers don't address the problem of war. War eats. Its jaws drags even gods screaming into it. Sophia, demonstrate to me how long your "Chrono-Membrane" endures in defiance of prophesy.
The fortification itself broke apart at her words, with branches becoming weapons and vines becoming phantom warriors. The test started.
With golden fury, Karl lifted his palm and conjured a flare of Ancalagon dragonfire.
Crows flew backward in midair, their wings shredding into fractal echoes as Sophia activated her suit and bent time in ripples.
Her voice was like iron on bone, and all the Morrígan could do was laugh.
Morrígan: "Excellent! My shadow does not cause you to disintegrate. However, this is just the initial test. Choice is the second. Either kill the soldiers that came from your own stronghold, or let them to eat you alive. Karl Omega Yang, will you kill your kids in order to live?
The fairies cried out, "Don't kill us, Papa!"
Karl's dragonfire throbbed in his chest as he froze.
HAHAHAH. I thought she would be harder to deal with: I knew how to deal with many kinds of being in regard to their capacity to try to defeat me. I mean, I was more than aware of their cowardice in which they found a way to hurt my family. I was more than aware of that again. That is why I decided that the only way to scape them was to come back to the one true God. Finishing a story is not what other people may think/ Maybe, you understand what it means to be lonely in the world without no one being able to comprehend anything at all. I was more than glad to be happy with it along the way to the glory. I decided to put an end to all this nonsense, making nothing happen at the end of the day. I mean, it was like I was more entertained than I could have imagined.
The spectral soldiers closed in, vines clashing like armored men, spears of bark pointed at Karl's chest. The fairies cried, the fortress shook, and Sophia's suit hummed with dangerous chronal energy. Then the Morrígan raised her hand — and all froze mid-motion. The crows went silent, wings suspended in air like shattered glass. Her eyes blazed red and black, pupils splitting into three. Morrígan (voice dripping with shadow and honey): "Enough. The game is sweeter when the dice are unthrown. I see farther than either of you wish. Do you want to know what grows in her womb, mortal dragon? Do you want to hear the scream of futures unborn?"
Karl's breath caught. Sophia's hand instinctively went to her abdomen, though she had told no one—not even Karl himself. Sophia (sharp, defensive): "You will not speak of what is mine." Morrígan (smirking, ignoring her): "Three. Three children stir beneath her ribs already, though she does not yet feel their kick. They are not like others—each one a path of blood and storm. One crowned in wisdom, one drowned in fire, one betrayed by love. You cannot save them all, Karl Omega Yang. That is the prophecy." The Tree of Wisdom groaned, its leaves raining down like tears. The fairies whimpered in chorus: "Sister, sister, sister…"
Karl's dragonfire dimmed; rage gave way to a sharp, ice-like fear. Karl (low, almost whispering): "You would curse children not yet born?" Morrígan (laughing with all three voices at once): "I do not curse. I see. The curse is the world itself. The curse is choice. And you—mortal Logos-seeker—must choose who thrives and who falls when the storm comes. That is the price of love. That is the price of prophecy." Sophia's chrono-suit flared, her voice trembling but firm: Sophia: "No machine, no goddess, no war will decide which of my children lives. I will bend time itself until each heartbeat is protected."
Morrígan (leaning closer, whispering into her ear): "And even then… time may bend, but fate breaks." The crows scattered again, dissolving the phantom soldiers, leaving only silence and the echo of her laughter through the living fortress. The Morrígan was gone. But her words remained, cutting deeper than any blade.
Alright. I had had enough. I decided to use omega energy to finish soldiers, aiming at her fairy energy. The more I thought about that, the more devastated I felt. She was targeting my children. I used super ultra ionic gravity to pin her down. I use my system to extract her soul and fusion her body with the soul of my wife.
Morrígan (struggling, yet amused):
"You dare? Mortal, you do not slay me—you unmake yourself. Even if you rip my soul, you will inherit my madness. She will never—"
Her words ended in a scream as Karl's system screen flared to life:
[System Override: Initiating Soul Extraction Protocol]
Target: Morrígan, Aspect of War & Prophecy.
Stability Risk: 99.8%
Fusion Candidate: Sophia, Chrono-Bearer.
Proceed? Y/N
Karl didn't hesitate.
Karl (roaring):
"Yes!"
A spear of pure Logos-light pierced Morrígan's heart. Her essence tore free, a storm of crows, screams, and flames of prophecy. Karl forced it into the stream of omega-energy and redirected it into Sophia's chrono-membrane suit.
Sophia convulsed, her body arching as the goddess's power poured into her. Her scream split heaven and earth.
Sophia (half voice, half echo of Morrígan):
"—AAAAHHHH—!!!"
Her chrono-suit shattered into shards of time, reforming around her in feathers of midnight and starlight. Her hair flowed black-red, her eyes burned chromatic gold and violet.
Two voices layered over one another when she spoke—hers and Morrígan's entwined:
Sophia–Morrígan:
"Death is not enough to bind me. Life is not enough to stop me. I… am war, I… am mother. I… am Sophia, and I am Morrígan."
The fortress fell silent. Even the fairies hid, whispering "Mother of Crow and Clock…"
Karl, drained and pale, staggered but stood tall. His system chimed:
[Fusion Complete]
New Entity: Sophia-Morrígan, Dual Vessel.
Attributes unlocked: War Prophecy, Deathflight, Chrono-Dominion.
Children Status: Secured – Triple Womb Fortified.