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Just before Anu's divinity could make contact with my spark, bells rang out through the throne room. They sounded like Creation, heralding the arrival of something ancient and fundamentally tied to the fabric of reality.

One of the cloud walls of the room was torn apart in a chaotic fashion. A beautiful woman drifted into the room, almost like she was floating on the sound of the bells. Anu's face paled, and he froze.

"Mother! What a surprise to see you here!" he exclaimed, obviously nervous and trying not to act guilty.

The woman, Tiamat, looked at Anu with parental disappointment. Her very presence seemed to radiate motherhood. Her long blue hair fell in braids that acted like tentacles with minds of their own. Pink eyes and elfin ears added to her charming appearance. Large horns curled down from the sides of her head.

I couldn't even call what she was wearing clothing. It was just that sinful and revealing. Strange black panels covered her lower legs and left all of her thighs exposed. A tiny thong covered her pussy, but showcased the blue womb tattoo she had. Dark blue sleeves extended to cover the outer sides and nipples of her impossibly perky, gigantic mommy milkers, while leaving the middle of her torso completely exposed.

"Anu, son," Tiamat said, the parental disapproval in her voice making even me flinch. "Why is my Taylor impaled and being held hostage in your throne world?"

"I was just explaining his birthright to him! I wasn't gonna hurt him, I promise. You know how bad things have been in the pantheon lately. We need new blood," Anu whined. It was surreal to see the previously intimidating king of the Mesopotamian gods whine like a little kid to his mother.

"And did Taylor agree to join the pantheon? Is that why you are holding him down? Why you had to kidnap him from his friends and home?"

"Uh…" Anu winced as he realized how incriminating the current scene was. "I-"

"No! I don't want to hear it! Let my Taylor down right this instant, mister!"

Anu groaned like a kid losing access to his favorite toy, "But mommmmm-"

"None of that! Right this instant, or you're grounded until the Christian God comes back!"

I tucked away that little tidbit about Big G in the back of my mind. If other gods could resurrect, why wouldn't Big G be able to?

I dropped unceremoniously onto the cloudy floor. I glared at Anu as I healed the hole in my stomach. The god stuck his tongue out at me in response. This immature shit!

Tiamat slapped Anu on the back of the head, "I saw that, son."

She turned to me, "Now, my Taylor, are you alright? Here let me check you over, baby."

She mothered and fussed over me, smoothing my hair and holding my face in her hair tentacles while cooing. It felt odd to be mothered by this absolute bombshell of a Primordial goddess. She obviously knew a lot about me as well, so I suspected that I wasn't as abandoned as my backstory had made me out to be.

"Uh, thanks, Tiamat. I'm fine though, really."

"Oh, call me mom, dear. Or mommy like your father~"

It was a good thing I was somewhat disconnected from my family in this universe, because if I wasn't, I think I would have just thrown up in my mouth. The fact that I had memories of another set of parents let me get past the squiggy-ness of thinking of Tiamat in a sexual way.

"Sure thing, mommy- uh, I mean mom!"

The original mommy giggled at my slip up, putting her hand on her cheek and saying, "Oooh, my Taylor grows up so fast~"

"Right, can I go home now? Running from a god is unsurprisingly exhausting," I said.

"Not yet, dear. First I want to stoke your spark of divinity a little," Tiamat quickly continued at my look of concern. "Oh no, my Taylor! I won't be making you a god yet, and you're under no pressure to join the pantheon. I just want to give you a little boost. Bad things are coming in the future, and I want my baby boy to be safe."

What did she know? Did the ROBs give her meta knowledge when they turned her into the Fate version of her character? Or was it just motherly instincts telling her to keep her son safe? I shuddered at the idea of Primordial-god-tier motherly instincts.

While I was trying to figure out what Tiamat knew, she reached out with her divinity and touched my spark. I was distracted from my questions by a steady trickle of divine power flowing into my soul. It was like my Aura was being awakened again, but somehow conceptually more than the light of my soul.

The stream grew bigger and bigger until it overwhelmed all of my senses. I bit back a groan as my mother in this universe awoke a portion of my divinity. I would have hated to have Anu doing this for me, because the process was just so intimate on a level that was impossible to describe.

I was still reeling from the experience when I felt Tiamat wrap her arms around me. Overwhelmed as I was, I quickly sunk into the feeling of motherly love, taboo lust, and sinfully soft mommy milker flesh.

The next time I opened my eyes Tiamat and I were in the ORC, along with the peerages and three guests. The last thing I saw before falling into a restful sleep was the concerned face of another Fate character.