I only remembered my meeting with a frantic God who spoke too fast and only gave me memories of reading a book. Then it was me being used as a rope in a tug-of-war between my mother and the midwife.

My mother was the protagonist of that story, He was a fallen Angel and his mates despised him. I was a non existent character who was born with my 6 other brothers and I was currently in a situation where I would've been executed and tortured by my other fathers.

This new life is really exhausting (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)