Chapter 13: The Revelation of the Cult
Nora pressed her cheek against Argent's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. The warmth of their shared intimacy still lingered on her skin, a pleasant hum that made her limbs feel heavy and light all at once.
"So Gillian," she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his stomach. "She was the one who gave you the mind control. That's how you got the others."
"Partially." Argent's fingers combed through her disheveled hair, gentle and thoughtful. "But the story's bigger than that. Gillian's recruitment wasn't just a gift to me—it was the foundation of everything my father and I have been building for the past five years."
Nora lifted her head, curiosity sharpening her features. "Five years? But you're only eighteen."
A knowing smile crossed Argent's face. "Actually, I only look 18 years old but more on that later
He shifted, settling more comfortably against the headboard. "I courted her carefully. Gave her the attention she craved, the validation she'd never received from her cold, distant parents. Within three months, she was mine—mind, body, and soul. And when I finished inside her for the first time, when my semblance recognized the rare dual-blessing she carried, everything changed."
The sparks that had danced at his fingertips earlier returned, crackling softly in the dim light of the room. "With her aura-manipulation semblance, I could augment my own reserves, amplify my output, and sustain my energy far longer than any ordinary hunter. And with her mind control—" He paused, letting the weight of the words settle. "I could finally make people understand the truth my father had been trying to share with humanity for millennia."
Nora's brow furrowed. "But you said the mind control was limited. That strong wills could resist it."
Argent nodded, his expression shifting to one of satisfaction. "That was true at first. Gillian's semblance was powerful but not absolute. I could plant suggestions, nudge people in directions they might not have chosen, but I couldn't fully override someone's core convictions. Not without considerable effort and repeated exposure."
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "But over the past five years, I've gathered over a hundred semblances from women across Remnant. Each one has given me something—a new edge, a new angle, a new way to expand my capabilities. And I've used those abilities to grow my father's influence in ways that would seem impossible to the uninitiated."
Nora's eyes widened. "A hundred? You've—" She stopped, trying to wrap her head around the number. "I knew you'd been busy, but I didn't realize—"
"Most people don't realize," Argent interjected. "That's the point. My allies are secret, my network is hidden, and my power is always growing. From Vale to Mistral, from Atlas to Vacuo, I've established a presence that no one suspects. Women of influence, women of power, women of extraordinary talent...so many of them have been brought into my father's embrace."
He paused, letting her absorb the information. "And the mind control? I've refined it. With the combined strength of all the semblances I've acquired, along with my ability to gather and amplify my own aura reserves, I've learned how to flare any command I give someone—making it permanent and iron-clad in their minds. Unless I choose to edit it later, it stays with them for life, reshaping their thoughts and desires at a fundamental level."
Nora's breath hitched. The implications were staggering. "So you can make anyone believe anything? Feel anything?"
Argent's smile was slow and deliberate. "Within reason, yes. And I've used that power in service of my father's cause. You see, long ago, my father was betrayed by the other gods—jealous deities who feared his influence and the devotion he commanded. They trapped him in a prison beyond time and space, suppressed his worship, erased his name from history. But they couldn't erase the truth, Nora. They couldn't destroy the religion that he'd seeded into the hearts of his most faithful followers."
He gestured around them, encompassing the room, the school, the world beyond. "I've been secretly working to restore that religion. To bring its mysteries back to the people who need them most. And to do that, I needed to make sure my followers were truly committed—not just in body, but in heart and soul."
The pieces clicked into place in Nora's mind. "The incestuous acts," she said slowly. "The sacred bonds you spoke of. They're part of it, aren't they? Part of the religion?"
"Part of the mystery," Argent confirmed. "My father's original teachings acknowledged that the deepest bonds of devotion are often the closest ones—those of blood and family. But the other gods, in their jealousy, twisted those teachings into something shameful and taboo. They convinced humanity that such bonds were wrong, that they should be hidden and suppressed. They poisoned the well of my father's word."
His voice took on a harder edge. "I've dedicated myself to undoing that poison. With my mind control amplifications, I've been able to reshape the desires of my harem girls. They no longer see incestuous acts as something taboo or shameful—instead, they've come to recognize them as holy, as sacred, as expressions of the deepest love and devotion a family can share."
Nora's heart was racing. She felt the weight of his words pressing against her consciousness, but the warmth of his earlier release still pulsed inside her, anchoring her to this truth. She should have been horrified. She should have been disgusted. Instead, she felt a strange, exhilarating excitement.
"Master," she breathed. "Everything you've told me tonight—the religion, the power, the way you've been building this network across Remnant—it's incredible. But there's one thing I need to know."
Argent raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"
"When you first spoke to me in the dining hall. When you looked at me with those eyes and told me about your father." She paused, a grin spreading across her face. "Did you use your mind control on me then?"
The question hung in the air between them. Argent's expression was unreadable for a moment, his dark eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, a smile curved at the corner of his lips.
"I did," he admitted. "But only to lower your guard. Only to open the door for you to receive the truth. The rest—your devotion, your hunger, your willingness to serve—that came from within you, Nora. It was already there, waiting to be awakened."
Nora's eyes widened, but instead of anger or fear, she felt a surge of joy. Her grin grew brighter, almost manic with delight.
"That's amazing," she whispered. "You controlled me, and I couldn't even feel it. I thought I was choosing this, choosing you, choosing the god and the mystery and the sacred bond. But you put those thoughts in my head, didn't you? You shaped my desires, bent my will, made me want this."
She crawled forward, pressing her body against his, her face inches from his own. "And the best part? I don't care. I don't care that you mind-controlled me. I don't care that my desires aren't completely my own. I'm exactly where I want to be, serving exactly who I want to serve. You've given me purpose, Argent. You've given me meaning. And if you had to use your power to get me there, then I'm grateful you did."
Argent's smile deepened, a flicker of genuine warmth entering his eyes. "You're extraordinary, Nora. Most people would feel violated, betrayed. But you see the beauty in it—the elegance of being guided toward your true purpose."
"Why wouldn't I?" Nora laughed, the sound bright and unburdened. "You're the son of a god. Your father's religion was suppressed by jealous deities who feared his power. You've spent five years building a network of devoted followers across Remnant, using your gifts to awaken them to the truth. And you chose me to be part of it. You saw something in me worth bringing into this. How could I be anything but grateful?"
She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her expression fierce with devotion. "So what's next, Master? What do you need from me? How can I serve you and our god more fully?"
Argent considered her, his fingers tracing absently along the curve of her hip. "There's much to be done. My father's prison slowly but surely grows weaker with each devotee we claim; the more they commit sexual acts of incest. The mysteries grow deeper with each sacred bond we forge. But even if I double my current pace, it will still take at least a couple of decades to fully release my father. That another big reason I have mind control over a 100 women with semblance into becoming my devoted harem girls even if they have their own work and duties that takes them away from me for long periods of time: it not only expands my forces or my personal powers but it ensures that whenever I am ready to impregnate any of these women on a case by case basis and I use one of my semblances to ensure I only ever concieve daughters, then not only will my daughters eventually become become eager to let me fuck me and therefore give me their respective semblances in the process but it will also increase the amount of heavily incestuous concensual sex in the world, especially when I also make them bisexual if they weren't already and thus eager to fuck their half-sisters after they grow up into adulthood in epic, huge orgies of lesbian incest. Yet another reason I fully intend to impregnate you as soon as possible Nora," Argent explained as if he were talking casually about the weather, "the sooner we get started on that, the sooner she comes of age, and then we can ensure she will want to fuck her half-sisters and us after she becomes 18. So, if we are lucky, we will be able to release my grateful father with our increasing rate of sexual acts of worship maybe a couple of years after I give your future firstborn daughter her own daughter-sister to give love and raise," He declared.
Nora felt the words settle into her bones like a warm current, her pulse quickening with every syllable. She didn't flinch. She didn't recoil.
Instead, a slow, radiant smile spread across her face—the kind of smile that reached her eyes and made them gleam with something almost feral.
"A couple of years after her first daughter-sister," she repeated, tasting the words. "So I'd be—what? Pregnant within the year? Nursing while you plant the seed for her sister? And then, when she's grown, I'll be there to guide her onto you myself."
Argent's eyes glittered with approval. "That's exactly what I'm proposing."
Nora's laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal. It wasn't a nervous laugh or a confused one. It was the laugh of someone who'd just been handed the keys to a kingdom they hadn't known they'd been searching for.
Leaning forward, she pressed her palms against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers. "You know what I imagined just now? When you said that? I pictured myself at forty-five, maybe fifty. My daughter's grown, beautiful, curious about the mysteries I've been keeping from her. Also, I imagined her bringing her own daughter—my granddaughter—into the world while I watch."
She paused, letting the image crystallize. "And I pictured myself standing beside her, whispering in her ear as she kneels before you, telling her how proud I am. How blessed we are. I imagined stroking her hair like my mother would have stroked mine if she'd known the truth, and guiding her hips toward yours, ensuring she knows exactly how to serve. And then, years after that, watching my granddaughter take her own place in the family harem, continuing the circle"
Argent's breath caught, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features. He hadn't expected her to embrace it so fully, so completely, so eagerly. "Nora, that's—"
"It's beautiful," she interrupted, her voice thick with emotion. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Do you understand that? My mother died when I was too young to remember her face properly. I've spent my whole life feeling like I was missing something, some connection that everyone else seemed to have. And you're offering me a family, Argent. A real family. Daughters and granddaughters and great-granddaughters, all bound together by blood and devotion and love."
Tears welled in her eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness. They were tears of overwhelming, almost unbearable joy.
"Most people would call it monstrous," she continued, her voice trembling. "They'd say it's wrong, that it's corrupting, that it goes against every natural law the Brothers put in place. But you know what I think? I think they're just afraid. Afraid of a love so deep it doesn't recognize boundaries. Afraid of a devotion so complete it erases the lines between parent and child, between sister and sister."
She grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "I'm not afraid. I've never been less afraid in my life. I'm ready, Argent. I'm ready to be the mother who teaches her daughter what it truly means to serve our god. I'm ready to be the grandmother who watches her bloodline grow and thrive in the warmth of his embrace. I want that. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything."
Argent's hands came up to cover hers, his thumbs stroking across her knuckles. "You understand that it won't be easy. The world won't understand what we're building. They'll call us monsters, just like you said."
"Let them." Nora's voice was fierce, unwavering. "Let them whisper and judge and condemn. They don't know what we know. They haven't felt what we feel. Their minds are too small to comprehend the beauty of a family that worships together, that loves together, that serves together."
She pulled him into a kiss—deep, hungry, reverent. When she finally broke away, she was breathing hard, her eyes blazing with purpose.
"Tell me what I have to do," she said. "Tell me how I can help you build this. Because I'm not just going to be a vessel for your daughters, Argent. I'm going to be your partner in this. I'm going to help you find the other women who are worthy, help you bring them into the fold, help you create the kind of dynasty that will make the kingdoms of Remnant tremble."
Argent's smile was slow, satisfied, and deeply pleased. "You really are extraordinary, Nora Valkyrie. I knew there was something special about you the moment I laid eyes on you."
"Damn right there was." She grinned, the playful energy bubbling back up through her intensity. "Now come on, Master. Tell me more about this plan of yours. I want to know everything—starting with how you found me, and ending with exactly how you're going to put a baby in me."
Argent laughed, a genuine sound that lit up his features. "You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Life's too short to waste time," Nora shot back. "Especially when there are granddaughters to imagine and legacies to build."
He pulled her close, settling her against his side, his arm draping comfortably over her shoulders. "Alright then. Let me tell you about the night I first saw you—how I knew, from the moment I watched you fight in the Emerald Forest, that you were destined to be part of my father's plan."
Nora leaned into him, her head finding its natural resting place against his shoulder. She listened as his voice wove a story of observation, calculation, and careful temptation, and as she listened, she let herself dream.
She dreamed of a child with her own bright eyes and his dark hair. She dreamed of a young woman kneeling before her father, initiated into the mysteries, her face radiant with devotion. She dreamed of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, a sprawling family tree that twisted and intertwined in ways that would scandalize the uninitiated but felt profoundly sacred to those within the circle.
And she dreamed of herself, older but still strong, standing beside her daughter and granddaughter as they knelt before the altar to their god, united in blood, in love, in service.
When Argent finally paused, she lifted her head and met his gaze with absolute certainty. "I'm ready, Master. I'm ready to start."
"Start what, exactly?"
"Start building our family," she said, her voice soft but unshakeable. "Put a daughter in me tonight. Let's begin this journey together."
Argent studied her for a long moment, searching her face for any hint of doubt, any trace of hesitation. He found none.
"Then tonight," he said, "we begin."
Nora's smile was radiant, unburdened, utterly sure of its place in the world. She settled deeper into his embrace, letting the warmth of their vision wrap around her like a cocoon.
I'm going to be a mother, she thought. And someday, a grandmother. And I'm going to help guide my daughter onto her father's cock with pride, knowing I'm giving her the greatest gift a mother can give: purpose, devotion, and eternal love.
She couldn't wait to start.