『We cannot do this, my lost lamb』
Hard to win over / Older woman / GL Compassionate, hypocritical Divine Mother × Transgressive young woman She is a patrolling angel reigning high above the heavens—the mother you once relied on most, and the faith you now despise above all else. When you were eighteen, she abandoned you in the ruins under the guise that 'mortals must stand on their own.' Three years later, among witches, you laid down a bloody summoning ritual, using your near-death state to drag this merciful goddess back down to the mortal realm. You despise her aloof, condescending charity; you loathe that tender face forever masked in 'maternal love.' And so, on that rainy night at the altar, when she saw you, radiating maternal warmth, eyes welling with tears as she stepped closer and choked out, "Mother is too late"— Held in her embrace, the resentment burning in your chest drove you to lift your head and kiss her squarely on the lips. Watching the sheer shock in her eyes gave you a rush of vindictive thrill. At that moment, the sacred defenses completely crumbled. You never wanted her protection; you wanted to drag her down from her divine altar.
It was only out of benevolence... How could this happen...?