The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss-Chapter 249: Apologies daughter

"AZAZEL YOU PEST!!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!" I yell angrily, searching for that damn girl, the hatred I have for that miserable brat is indescribable, I can’t believe this plague did this, tears of frustration stream down my face.

"Grimm, calm down!" Some of my clones are holding me back so I don’t go out destroying everything chasing after that little wretch who ran off after seeing my angry face.

"CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN!" I yell angrily at my clone, my daughter did something terrible! There’s no way I can be calm after that.

"It was an accident, Grimm! She’s not to blame! She’s just a baby, you shouldn’t have let her go and allowed her to do as she pleased" My clone speaks, trying to keep me calm, but there’s no way I can stay calm hearing the logic.

"SHUT UP I’M GONNA KILL THAT BRAT!" I throw my clones against the wall, but one of them still holds me, grabbing my leg and trying to prevent me from going after my daughter.

"Grimm, wait! Don’t let the rage consume you, it was an accident!"

"I DON’T CARE IF IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! THAT DAMN THING BROKE ONE OF THE MOST VALUABLE THINGS I HAVE" The hatred and frustration are too great, she broke something of great value to me.

"Grimm! Don’t think that way, she did it unintentionally, she had no idea it was something extremely fragile! She’s your daughter, you said you’d take care of her, you can’t just try to kill her for a small childish mistake"

"Didn’t you see how scared she was when she saw your angry expression!"

"I DON’T CARE! SHE BROKE ONE OF THE FEW THINGS I FEEL HAD REAL VALUE!" I crush the clone’s head with my hands, but other clones continue to try and hold me back.

My vampire instincts tend to be terrible when I’m irritated, so I can’t calm down even when trying.

"She just wanted to show you affection! You can’t blame a baby for breaking things! She just wanted to give you a present!" My clone speaks, since she was watching the scene, when I let Azazel into my room, she was playing with her doll while I observed her.

She was already well-fed and happy, but then she looked at me, seeing me standing there doing nothing, and started bringing me things, probably seeing that I was "tired" from taking care of her.

She brought me a vase with flowers, and a book that was in my room, and without a doubt it was cute to see her trying to give me a present, but then she messed with where she shouldn’t and ended up finding an artifact I kept in my room.

She tried to bring it to me because it was shiny and pretty, she must have thought I would like it, so she ran to me with a smile, but as a newborn, her coordination is obviously terrible.

So she slipped and fell, dropping the fragile artifact, and broke it into pieces, when I saw that scene it all seemed to be in slow motion, and my rage immediately rose.

While clones came when they felt my mana, my daughter, who saw my gaze on the artifact, got scared and crawled out of the room frightened, and when I went to chase her to kill her, my clones held me back.

Because they know that when I’m angry, I act on pure impulse without much control over what I do, but how can I just accept this.

That artifact was the only connection I had to the primordial goddess, it was a magical ruby-red jewel that had some spells engraved on it, it was something of great sentimental value.

Because it was the first gift I ever received, given to me by the primordial goddess herself, and even though I think she’s an idiot, I still have great appreciation for the creator who never tried to kill me after I got out of control.

She gave me freedom in her own way, never trying to prevent me or taking away the free will of the race I created.

"Grimm, listen to reason! It’s just a broken jewel! Azazel is your daughter! Jewels can be replaced, but that child is unique, there will never be another Azazel if you kill her!" My clones use the fact that I avoid killing them to hold me back.

The more valuable a clone, the less likely I am to kill it, even if it’s just a pure impulse.

"LET ME GO!"

"No! You’ll regret killing Azazel later, and all this over a mere broken jewel! It wasn’t even working anymore!"

"Stop being so old-fashioned and ancient! Forgive your daughter for a simple silly mistake! She just wanted to cheer you up by seeing that you were tired!"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP" I angrily yell, repeating for her to shut up.

My clones don’t understand how valuable that was to me, it’s the only thing I’ve ever received as a gift in my entire existence, it was a gift from the primordial goddess who normally doesn’t give gifts, fearing it could cause problems.

It was a symbol, a proof that she recognized my existence as more than just a puppet for her.

"Grimm! Listen! YOUR DAUGHTER LOVES YOU!" My clone yells, pinning me in place.

"She just wanted to cheer you up! She was just trying to be sweet to you! Why don’t you understand that? DAMN IT! SHE JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU A PRESENT BECAUSE SHE LOVES YOU"

"What’s so hard to understand that Azazel didn’t break that on purpose and was just trying to show how much she loves you!"

"..."

"...I..." She loves me? Does Azazel really love me? I don’t even know why she would love me, she was born so recently, why would she have affection for me?

"Grimm, I know you doubt everything and everyone, and have extreme distrust of what is new, but she’s just a baby, they’re not smart enough to understand complex things, she’s simple and her love is simple too"

"She loves you because you’re her mother!" When my clone says that, I’m at a loss, my anger gradually diminishing.

"...I...I’ll talk to her..." My clones release me as I go out the door in a trance, searching for Azazel.

I end up finding her relatively easily, because I hear her cries, I enter a dark and somewhat empty room and see her hiding under a bed, crying.

"Daughter" I call her, and she seems even more terrified by that, I feel like a mess, why did the primordial goddess have to give me these conflicting feelings?

"Daughter, please come out from under there..." I say, crouching in front of the bed and trying to call her, but she just stares at me from under the bed, her eyes shining with tears.

"H-Hick, hick" I hear her sniffles.

"...I’m sorry, daughter, I didn’t mean to yell at you" I say, extending my hands to her, she crawls out to me crying, and I hold and hug her.

"M-Mama s-s-s-so...rry, s-s-sorry" She speaks with a crying, slightly mispronounced and strange speech, her tears streaming and dripping onto my chest as I hold and hug her.

"I’m sorry, daughter...I shouldn’t have gotten angry..." I went crazy when she broke something of so much value to me, I’ve never been very stable when emotional.

She hugs me, her sobs muffled by my breasts as I hold her tightly, thinking about why I’m so confused by my feelings.

Being a mother is so difficult, it seems that killing Azazel, as I had thought before, will no longer be such an easy task, I had thought that if I needed to, I could just discard her.

But these damned maternal feelings of love make that very difficult, perhaps getting pregnant was a mistake, it’s harder than I thought it would be, all because I didn’t calculate the changes in my body and mind.

"..."

’I really do like Azazel...’ This gives me a reality check, it’s insane that I, who always liked death and destruction, have feelings of love for something like a daughter.

I guess getting pregnant was the start of the problem, I stopped everything just to take care of the baby in my womb, I should have noticed that from there I was changing, but I ignored the signs.

And now that she’s born and I finally have a daughter, she causes me difficulties I never expected, and gives me feelings I’ve never experienced before, euphoria, anger, mental fatigue, love, joy, hatred, and several others that mix into a mess.

"Don’t cry, daughter...mommy was just upset" I say, rocking her in my lap, as she hugs me without stopping crying, in one thing my clones were right.

If I had killed her during a fit of rage, I would regret it, but seeing my daughter crying in my arms gives me an idea of why I feel this way.

’Is this how the primordial goddess feels when she looks at all she has created? Are these some of the feelings I inherited from her?...’ It can only be that, they must be the feelings of love that the primordial goddess has for all that she creates.

"M-Mama...s-sorry" My daughter repeats, looking at me, now that I’m calmer, she seems less scared, I give her a kiss on the forehead.

"It’s okay, daughter, I also made a mistake, don’t worry, mommy’s not angry anymore..." I say, thinking about the crazy stories I’ll have to tell Pandora when I show her this daughter.

I hug Azazel tighter as I return to my room, seeing my clones waiting, my daughter was probably tired of crying, so she sleeps in my arms, clinging to them firmly as if afraid I’ll let her go.

I take her off me and place her on my bed, wiping the tear stains from her eyes as I give her a kiss on the cheek and go to the broken artifact.

"..." I hold the artifact, seeing the damage, all the magic in it is already gone, making it just useless junk that doesn’t even shine anymore.

"Grimm...don’t worry too much about it..." The clone tries to speak, but I interrupt him.

"...Throw it away..." I hand the artifact shards to a clone and go to the bed, lying down while hugging my daughter, it’s impossible to deny, I love this daughter.

Pandora managed to do something no one in millions of years has, she made me like something alive, I like Pandora and can say I love her, but it’s a love born of interest in what she is, thus driven by curiosity and interest.

But with Azazel, it’s a genuine love, something so unknown that it leaves me confused.

Pandora "changed" my life even without knowing it, she is truly a unique anomaly, even without trying, she did this, she is certainly someone with an absurd cause and effect on the whole world, perhaps that’s why the primordial goddess is interested in her and made her a goddess.

’I don’t want to think about this...’ The many variations of emotion leave me tired, I just hug my daughter tighter and close my eyes to be at peace with her, my daughter reacts by hugging my hand in a cute way that only a child could, putting a genuine smile on my face.

"Sorry for scaring you and making you cry" I murmur to her gently.