Brazen Imitation

Amara and Chuck continued to observe their guests and read their minds. For the Darkness and God, their focus continued to be on their most powerful guest.

The Lesser Darkness, meanwhile, just remembered an insight imparted by her mother. The sensation she felt while smiling and waving flirtatiously at all four of her dysfunctional cousins turned out to be the same one that her mother felt towards the human who freed her, even if only inadvertently; the mother felt bonded towards that human. She felt the urge to look past their beta characters, to feel sorry for them, and to get to know them more. However, she felt strongly that doing that last part would entail far more than simply satisfying her own curiosity.

Sefira delved further into the insight of her mother's feeling bonded. When she recollected that her mother had even kissed the human instead of consuming his soul, her sensation and even all the scattered thoughts made sense. Although neither she nor the four beta characters could love the existing dual image of light and dark more than their respective parents, they could do something similar when it came to a new dual image from their own combined efforts. It was just that those efforts had to be procreative, and that the new dual image had to be their direct progeny; even if their parents were not siblings, her mother's nothingness simply could not be reproduced.

Besides, when it came to her cousins, Sefira thought that only with her could these psychologically adolescent primordial beings become men: the first from his being a papa's boy, the second from his perennial teenage angst, the third from his chronic orphan mentality, and the fourth from his teenage runaway past. She summoned everything sultry about herself and her procreative awakening.

"Hey, cousins," a more sensual voice of the Lesser Darkness cooed as she showed her collarbone slowly, "let's get to know each other more, shall we?"

All four brothers gave a very nervous reaction to her advances.

The Darkness was flattered by her daughter's brazen imitation of her own display of the Mark, while God struggled not to chuckle.