Limitless The Strongest Revenant

"My love, please calm down. Your link is spiraling out of control."

Bella then mounted my chest as she slapped my face to the side.

" Honey, stop being so childish! How can the almighty Limitless act like this?! You never ran from a fight! Not against the undead! Not even against a Revenant! What is going on?!"

Her words cut me to the core. I knew that I was acting like a coward. But I couldn't help it. I would rather be burned and torn to pieces than have my heart broken again.

How could she say such a thing when she didn't know how I felt! None of them did!

"That's easy for you to say! You are not the one being treated as a spare!" I shouted back.

"What?" Bella asked in surprise.

The girls, who had all returned to the bed, held me in place. And all of them drew a blank at my accusation. Like a ruptured dam, all my feelings poured out uncontrollably.

"YEAH! A FUCKING SPARE! THAT WAS WHY YOU ALL HAD EXA LOOK FOR YOUR FUCKING BASTARDS, RIGHT! BECAUSE THEY WERE YOUR LOVERS IN YOUR PAST LIVES! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? WHY KEEP IT A SECRET?!"

"..."

"YOU ALL ALREADY KNOW HOW BROKEN I WAS AFTER CAROLINE! I LOVE YOU ALL WITH ALL MY HEART! BUT I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN! I WOULD RATHER DIE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"..."

Venting my inner turmoil allowed me to calm down somewhat. But I was exhausted by the emotional stress I felt. This all happened because Rewind had dragged me back into the white room. I continued to mumble in a weak voice as the girls held me captive.

"Please let me go...while I still have some dignity...otherwise I would not be able to take it anymore. I know that given enough time I would be fine, even if the ones you really love is the ghosts you see in me... Please..."

"..."

I felt pathetic. The fact that my girls were all silent was an indication of how pathetic I must have looked. I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be appreciated.

And when the Sirens gave it to me, I craved their validation. To suddenly return to a life without them. I was no longer able to.

My tears flowed uncontrollably as my chaotic emotions weighed heavily on me.

'Tsk. I am such a fucking pussy. I have been doing nothing but crying since yesterday. Fuck...'

The girls then let me go and all started to complain.

"Fuck. I knew this was going to be a problem. And Honey being an absolute moron didn't help."

"Fufu. Shujin crying like this is too adorable. I almost want to keep him in the dark just to see him so pathetic for a while longer."

"Agreed. A man who looks like that seems more human. Relatable. I finally feel like Husband really needs us."

"Sigh. You slaggers are too nasty. Look at Possum, he looks like someone who got dumped."

"I'm more surprised that everyone did what I did. I always thought only Beloved and I shared a former life."

"This is all Vela's fault! I wanted to talk to Darling about it from the beginning! Stupid Vela! You made Darling cry! Yes, bitch! This is all your fault, stop making excuses!"

"This won't do. Dearest, you are gravely mistaken. I hardly care about Nergal. I had Exa research his legend for another reason. You have similarities, but you are not the same person. I know that best."

I remained silent at everyone's words. I sat up and asked timidly.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

When I asked them directly, the Sirens began to answer one by one.

"Beloved, I hid it because Freyja was the reason Tyr died. I wanted to see how he died before I revealed it to you."

"Husband, Montu and Satis died to a dog-like monster. I was researching how to kill that monster and its identity. I have little interest in Montu beyond that fact."

"Darling, Perun killed Vela. He looked so sad, I didn't want to worry you. Not when I didn't know what had happened."
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"Possum, Rhiannon and Pwyll fought and parted on bad terms. I didn't want that to happen to us. So I didn't say anything. It wasn't even important."

"Honey, for some reason. Minerva threw herself off a cliff. Mars tried to follow her. I wanted to understand why she did that. And why Mars was so upset about it. Mars' wife in mythology was called Nerio, not Minerva."

"Dearest. Ishtar was in love with Nergal. I am not the real Ishtar, nor are you the real Nergal. I am your {Kindred}. Not his. And you are not hers, but mine.

I didn't say anything because I considered it beneath your notice."

"Shujin, Takemikazuchi in my past life and in the legend are completely different. I have never connected you with him. And even if I had, he wouldn't hold a candle to you, my one and only master and {Kindred}."

The girls all confessed why they didn't tell me. And my suspicions were completely off the mark. They didn't do it out of devotion to my previous incarnations. They did it because they did not think it was important enough to mention.

Dumbfounded, I blushed with shame. I had made such a huge deal out of something I could have asked directly.

Misunderstandings were dangerous, I learned today first hand. If the girls had left me alone, I might have done something I regretted forever.

Of course, when I understood that I was just being overly dramatic. I sheepishly rubbed the back of my head in embarrassment.

"I...uh...I'm sorry, everyone," I said honestly.

In the hours that followed, the girls made me appease their anger with all sorts of requests. However, in contrast to my physical exhaustion, my heart was so light and happy.

Unconsciously, time passed, and in the end, we were unable to go to Hellsgate again. It was due to both wasting time on make-up sex and discussing everything about the memories we possessed.

I sent a message to Phillip telling him to tell everyone I was sick. He replied like an ass and passed it on to the rest of Hellsend. Meanwhile, the girls and I were almost melding our bodies into one as we made love.

Make-up sex after an intense fight was THE absolute best type of sex.

Whatever insecurities I may have had with my incarnations were laid to rest by the girls. They used their bodies to let me know how much they loved me. After our passionate orgy, we exchanged notes about the lives the eight of us had dreamed.

I told them all about the door room and all three visions I had seen. They, in turn, told me about the memories they saw night after night.

In summary, the girls all lived as the goddesses alongside my incarnations. However, the girls did not see the images in order.

And they were hard to make sense of. But while they all found it difficult to put them in order, there was one constant between the seven of them.

The memories they saw night after night all stopped after the honeymoon. None of them could guess why. But the appearance of the portraits on the seven doors was no coincidence.

At least that was what everyone thought.

It turned out that the girls all wanted to get the full picture before they told me. Which made sense, since these stories were not just any story, but were connected to us personally.

However, they were certain that it was better to understand the stories in depth before explaining them. So as to not make misunderstandings

With the limited information we had, there was nothing we could do.

"It sees that I am the only one who cared about these fucking bastards," I said dejectedly. Much to the amusement of my harem.

Somehow, I was sure the girls would never let me forget my blunder tonight for as long as I lived.