Chapter 12: Delivery Girl.
(*Celia’s POV*)
I found it hard to sleep for more than a few hours, so I ended up getting out of bed. Am I a pushover?… Thinking back, I feel like I have mostly done what people have asked of me. Sure, I usually get something in return, but am I being used?…
Ah, nope. I am just a pervert… Apparently, helping out cute girls is a kink of mine. I damn near get off to it… I can count on one hand how many times I’ve helped out a man, but it would take hours to count up how many cute girls I’ve helped out.
With my evolution, this kink that I didn’t know that I had, is now even stronger. Supreme Goddess of Lesbian Love, huh? Shouldn’t it be the love of women instead? Ah, wait… maybe me being so willing to help girls out, is how I show my love for them?
I love them all… Cute girls, evil girls, plain girls, broken girls, selfish girls, arrogant girls, shy girls, every kind! That doesn’t mean that I want to have sex with them, or make them my wives. It just means that I love them!
It is confusing, but the love I feel for them isn’t the same as the way I feel for my family and wives. There is also no lust or desire involved at all. It that sense, I seem to have slightly gained a Goddess complex, somewhat… Though, it shouldn’t be that bad, right?
Yeah, I would go to the ends of the earth for a random girl that I don’t know, but what is wrong with that? That is my love. The love that I gave and was shown by my family is what makes me who I am today.
All girls should be loved, and in almost every way possible. Even men deserve this as well. I am sure that there is some God or Goddess that caters to men, so I won’t step upon their domain.
So, that is the answer. I love girls, even if they don’t love me in return. I want them to be happy, regardless of who they’re. If today’s me was in that Elven throne room, I probably would have saved that Rot Goddess. Even though she almost killed my mother.
As if I had just discovered the secret of life, I left my apartment in a very bouncy and happy mood. On the way to Cimra’s office, I ran into a ton of angels. Of course, I said hi and talked to them for a while. This isn’t anything different from usual, I just usually don’t bother mentioning it. I just seem to do these things by default.
Cimra: “Celia? Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” She asked with a confused expression.
Celia: “I oddly couldn’t sleep. What is the package, anyway?” I reply with a question of my own.
Cimra: “My sister is getting married, but I can’t attend the wedding. The package is just a gift for her.” She answered.
Celia: “Wedding? You know, Cimra, I have helped you with your work a lot. I am sure that I can hold the fort down until you get back from the wedding.” I suggest.
Cimra: “…It means a lot that you’ve offered such a thing, but I really cannot leave my post.” She denied with a regretful tone.
Celia: “Oh? And is my authority of a Supreme Goddess not enough to let you get away with it?” I ask.
Cimra: “…”
I kept trying to convince her otherwise, but she wouldn’t agree with my suggestion. In the end, I gave up and decided to deliver the gift. Now, if it was me, I would have totally agreed. I mean, I would feel terrible if I missed out on Sarah’s wedding…
Amelie: “Celia? Are you going somewhere?” She asked with a curious tone after I left Cimra’s office.
Celia: “Huh? Ah, yes. I am going to Heaven.” I reply with a nonchalant tone.
Amelie: “You’re going to die!?” She said with a horribly shocked tone and expression.
Huh? Was Amelie always this silly? That can’t be… Ah, she was! That was just my rose-tinted glasses altering my memories to paint Amelie in a better light. Yeah, she has pretty much always been silly. Though, her becoming my mother did make her become more mature, she can’t change who she is in the end.
Celia: “No, no. Just to deliver a package.” I reply with a hurried tone.
Amelie: “Ah, I see. Can I go?” She asked.
Celia: “No.” I quickly reply with a deadpan expression.
Amelie: “Fucking why not!? I am your mother!” She exclaimed.
Celia: “Because you will rush to whoever controls Heaven and tried to do examinations on them. Frankly, I am quite proud of you that you haven’t tried to mess with the angels.” I answer.
Amelie: “Well, yeah. I do need to actually pass their tests to remain a Goddess. If I piss them off, that would really suck.” She replied with a pout.
Celia: “Ah… so it was self preservation that prevented you from carrying out horrible crimes in the pursuit of knowledge…” I say with an annoyed sigh.
Amelie: “Can’t I go?…” She asked with a pleading expression.
Celia: “…”
Fuck… why did the Creator have to make my mother so fucking cute!? I can’t deny her when she begs like that… Despite my better judgement, I decided to let her come with me to Heaven. Of course, on the promise that she won’t try to dissect anyone.
Of course, I am not stupid, so I just have to make sure to not let Amelie run off when we get there. Taking her hand, I jumped off one of the edge of this island, with my destination in mind being Heaven. You can’t usually make it there, but with a specific pass on your person, you can teleport to it.
After going through the annoying teleportation loop thingy, we ended up in a very odd looking dimension… Heaven was as you would expect it to be. Pure white, with roman designed building everywhere. Fucking not! This is just straight up a modern ass dimension! Did I fuck up somehow?
No, this is correct… The box containing the present has some tracking magic on it. Which is how I am supposed to deliver it to Cimra’s sister. I can see that it is now slowly glowing, so this dimension actually is Heaven. I was deeply lost in thought about the realization that Heaven is a modern dimension…
I was so fucking lost in thought, that I didn’t realize Amelie had left my side… Where the fuck did she go!? I stopped paying attention for a minute, and then she leaves me? Amelie can’t get back on her own! Fucking fuck! Now, like a babysitter that lost track of the kids, I have to find Amelie before she gets into trouble…
Chapter 12: Delivery Girl.
(*Celia’s POV*)
I found it hard to sleep for more than a few hours, so I ended up getting out of bed. Am I a pushover?… Thinking back, I feel like I have mostly done what people have asked of me. Sure, I usually get something in return, but am I being used?…
Ah, nope. I am just a pervert… Apparently, helping out cute girls is a kink of mine. I damn near get off to it… I can count on one hand how many times I’ve helped out a man, but it would take hours to count up how many cute girls I’ve helped out.
With my evolution, this kink that I didn’t know that I had, is now even stronger. Supreme Goddess of Lesbian Love, huh? Shouldn’t it be the love of women instead? Ah, wait… maybe me being so willing to help girls out, is how I show my love for them?
I love them all… Cute girls, evil girls, plain girls, broken girls, selfish girls, arrogant girls, shy girls, every kind! That doesn’t mean that I want to have sex with them, or make them my wives. It just means that I love them!
It is confusing, but the love I feel for them isn’t the same as the way I feel for my family and wives. There is also no lust or desire involved at all. It that sense, I seem to have slightly gained a Goddess complex, somewhat… Though, it shouldn’t be that bad, right?
Yeah, I would go to the ends of the earth for a random girl that I don’t know, but what is wrong with that? That is my love. The love that I gave and was shown by my family is what makes me who I am today.
All girls should be loved, and in almost every way possible. Even men deserve this as well. I am sure that there is some God or Goddess that caters to men, so I won’t step upon their domain.
So, that is the answer. I love girls, even if they don’t love me in return. I want them to be happy, regardless of who they’re. If today’s me was in that Elven throne room, I probably would have saved that Rot Goddess. Even though she almost killed my mother.
As if I had just discovered the secret of life, I left my apartment in a very bouncy and happy mood. On the way to Cimra’s office, I ran into a ton of angels. Of course, I said hi and talked to them for a while. This isn’t anything different from usual, I just usually don’t bother mentioning it. I just seem to do these things by default.
Cimra: “Celia? Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” She asked with a confused expression.
Celia: “I oddly couldn’t sleep. What is the package, anyway?” I reply with a question of my own.
Cimra: “My sister is getting married, but I can’t attend the wedding. The package is just a gift for her.” She answered.
Celia: “Wedding? You know, Cimra, I have helped you with your work a lot. I am sure that I can hold the fort down until you get back from the wedding.” I suggest.
Cimra: “…It means a lot that you’ve offered such a thing, but I really cannot leave my post.” She denied with a regretful tone.
Celia: “Oh? And is my authority of a Supreme Goddess not enough to let you get away with it?” I ask.
Cimra: “…”
I kept trying to convince her otherwise, but she wouldn’t agree with my suggestion. In the end, I gave up and decided to deliver the gift. Now, if it was me, I would have totally agreed. I mean, I would feel terrible if I missed out on Sarah’s wedding…
Amelie: “Celia? Are you going somewhere?” She asked with a curious tone after I left Cimra’s office.
Celia: “Huh? Ah, yes. I am going to Heaven.” I reply with a nonchalant tone.
Amelie: “You’re going to die!?” She said with a horribly shocked tone and expression.
Huh? Was Amelie always this silly? That can’t be… Ah, she was! That was just my rose-tinted glasses altering my memories to paint Amelie in a better light. Yeah, she has pretty much always been silly. Though, her becoming my mother did make her become more mature, she can’t change who she is in the end.
Celia: “No, no. Just to deliver a package.” I reply with a hurried tone.
Amelie: “Ah, I see. Can I go?” She asked.
Celia: “No.” I quickly reply with a deadpan expression.
Amelie: “Fucking why not!? I am your mother!” She exclaimed.
Celia: “Because you will rush to whoever controls Heaven and tried to do examinations on them. Frankly, I am quite proud of you that you haven’t tried to mess with the angels.” I answer.
Amelie: “Well, yeah. I do need to actually pass their tests to remain a Goddess. If I piss them off, that would really suck.” She replied with a pout.
Celia: “Ah… so it was self preservation that prevented you from carrying out horrible crimes in the pursuit of knowledge…” I say with an annoyed sigh.
Amelie: “Can’t I go?…” She asked with a pleading expression.
Celia: “…”
Fuck… why did the Creator have to make my mother so fucking cute!? I can’t deny her when she begs like that… Despite my better judgement, I decided to let her come with me to Heaven. Of course, on the promise that she won’t try to dissect anyone.
Of course, I am not stupid, so I just have to make sure to not let Amelie run off when we get there. Taking her hand, I jumped off one of the edge of this island, with my destination in mind being Heaven. You can’t usually make it there, but with a specific pass on your person, you can teleport to it.
After going through the annoying teleportation loop thingy, we ended up in a very odd looking dimension… Heaven was as you would expect it to be. Pure white, with roman designed building everywhere. Fucking not! This is just straight up a modern ass dimension! Did I fuck up somehow?
No, this is correct… The box containing the present has some tracking magic on it. Which is how I am supposed to deliver it to Cimra’s sister. I can see that it is now slowly glowing, so this dimension actually is Heaven. I was deeply lost in thought about the realization that Heaven is a modern dimension…
I was so fucking lost in thought, that I didn’t realize Amelie had left my side… Where the fuck did she go!? I stopped paying attention for a minute, and then she leaves me? Amelie can’t get back on her own! Fucking fuck! Now, like a babysitter that lost track of the kids, I have to find Amelie before she gets into trouble…
