The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss-Chapter 563: Fixing a Problem

I look at Pandora clinging to me with disgust. She always takes everything from me, and now she’s even stolen a chunk of my levels.

"Sister, I swear I didn’t do it on purpose! Let me make it up to you!!" She seems to open her own system and fiddle with something while I try to push her off my body.

[System Warning, the Goddess of Apocalypse Wishes to Bless You.

Favor of Fate: With this blessing, the user has a faint aura that forces destiny to choose something good to happen. It works once a day, randomly, generating at least one good situation per day.

Goddess of Apocalypse’s Exclusivity: Permission granted for unlimited use of the Doom Element.]

"..." I stare at the things she gave me, my eyes lingering on the part about the Doom Element. I already knew about it because my mother threw it in my face that Pandora created a powerful element on her own in no time, while I’ve never created a truly powerful element.

Never mind the fact that I’ve already created over ten different elements, but just because they’re not as destructive and powerful, she ignores that achievement.

"These handouts don’t even come close to the three billion levels you stole from me. I trusted you, Pandora, and you stab me in the back like this." I can’t believe I was starting to trust her.

"I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear!! It’s true! I was just testing a theory!! Besides, don’t worry, I can give your levels back. It’ll be slow and not exactly precise, but in a few years, you’ll get those levels without doing anything because I’ll have proven my theory! And I’ll do for you what I’m doing for myself! We’ll both gain levels passively."

"Look, I know maybe it wasn’t the best idea to latch onto you to test it, but can’t you forgive your cute little sister’s mistake?"

"..."

"Will you do something for me for my forgiveness?"

"Oh yes!! Absolutely, I know I messed up big time here! And it was a total accident."

"...Then let me mark you."

"Huh?"

"Oh...ah...th-this is...w-well maybe we should think this over..."

"Didn’t you say you’d do anything for me?"

"...Of course hahaha...yes, I’ll do anything for my beloved big sister...anything...so, sister, do it very gently, okay?" She lifts the top part of her clothes, showing me her stomach.

"Wait, you’re really going to let me mark you? You know what that means, right?" I ask doubtfully.

"Of course I know. I’ve marked some of my wives and a servant in the past, but if it’s my sister, I don’t mind her marking my little body."

"...Why? You know there’s no taking this back, right? It’ll be engraved on your body forever." I don’t get it. I know she says she did something wrong, but would she really go this far for it?

"I’m not doing this just because I stole your levels. I’m doing this because I hurt you and broke the trust we were building. Big sister, I really do love you so much. I adore you. I’ve always wanted to get to know you, and I understand your anger at me perfectly. So I don’t care if it’s you marking me."

"You’re doing all this for my trust?"

"I’m doing it because I love you. There’s a difference."

"How can you love someone you barely know?" She barely knows the real me. She knows nothing about how I’ve lived my life.

"I don’t know, maybe I’m just a complete lunatic, but I’ve adored you from the moment I knew you existed. I’ve always made you one of my priorities. Maybe you weren’t the top priority, but I always remembered you!" When she says this, I bite my finger, letting the blood flow.

"..." I approach her and begin to draw, seeing if she’s really that convinced. The design I’m making is a partner’s mark, the same one I’d give if I ever married someone.

"...Urgh." She groans in pain as the mark starts to set, creating a burning sensation. She pants, blushing, as I finish the drawing.

The tattoo is a large black heart, with a spiky, abyssal black halo floating above it. On the right and left sides, a little below, there are two smaller, inverted hearts very close together, and a chain runs from one side to the other right through the middle of the large heart.

This is my partner’s mark. I never thought I’d use it on my sister. Honestly, what a cursed sight to behold, because it’s like admitting we’re a couple.

"Satisfied?" She asks, panting. It must hurt a lot, as the mark engraves itself onto the soul, burning its shape into it. I stare at the tattoo, which looks strangely beautiful on Pandora’s stomach.

"Yes... I forgive you for stealing my levels." I always thought Pandora would be the one to mark me, since our mother made it clear I’m inferior.

"..." I look at my hands. The hands that made Pandora mine, and not the other way around. This makes me give a small smile, because for the first time, I was above Pandora in a way that even our mother can’t dispute.

"You seem pretty happy. Does doing this naughty stuff with your little sister excite you?" She asks ironically, rubbing her hand over the mark on her stomach.

"Don’t ruin the moment, Pandora... You’re mine now, not the other way around..." She leaps into my lap, and I catch her, holding her princess-style.

"Ooh, big sister, I’m all yours, so please protect me and love me a lot."

"Your acting is terrible."

"Hahaha, isn’t this how siblings act? Silly jokes like these are something I could never do with anyone. Either because the person is beneath me, or because I’d need to maintain a dignified image, or simply because it’s not appropriate for the relationship we have." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"But here with you, I can be... different. I don’t have to fit into anything. No mold, title, or position. I can just be a Pandora who acts playful without scaring others."

"...You think the situation is safe enough for these kinds of jokes?" I ask, confused about why she seems to love the idea of having an older sister so much.

"Yes, because you’re my sister. Here in the Abyss, I’m not a Demon King. I don’t need to try to maintain the dignified image of a king. Here, I’m just Pandora. And to my sister, I’ll always be just Pandora."

"And you, sister? What am I to you? And what do you try to be for me?"

"..." When she asks that, it makes me think for a moment. I stare at the tattoo made with my blood on her stomach, a mark that undeniably brings us even closer.

"I’m... Azraelith..."

"..." When I say that, Pandora gives such a sweet smile that it makes me blush and look away.

"I knew you’d realize it on your own, big sister. I’m quite persuasive, don’t you think? You’re just you, and I’m just me, without having to think about titles, duties, or functions."

"...You... have a very smooth tongue."

"Thank you. If that makes you happy and less tense about what you think you should do, then I’m satisfied too." I look at her, swallow my pride, and hug her.

"Thank you, Pandora..."

"I understand the pain of feeling inferior to something or someone, Azraelith. That’s why I know exactly how you’re suffering and how I can heal you from that annoying little ache that hurts your little heart."

"..."

"You and I both know I’m not doing this out of benevolence. But still, I’m doing it because I love you enough to care about what you’re feeling."

"Are you like this with all your wives?"

"Not exactly. I’d say I am what they need me to be. I do what I judge is best for the people I love. If someone I love is having emotional problems, then I’ll help heal those problems."

"...I... don’t truly hate you, Pandora... I... I’m just jealous... Jealous of how easily you accomplish the things I always tried to... And I’m angry... about how I never seem to reach the things I want." She hugs me tighter, kissing my neck.

"I know. It must be so frustrating. Makes you want to break things, doesn’t it?"

"Yes..."

"You feel like you need to destroy to calm down, and you always redirect your anger at other things instead of facing the problem."

"...Yes..."

"Leave it to me, big sister. I’ll handle your anger, your stress, and your desire to destroy. I see your worth, even when mom doesn’t." She kisses me. It’s so intense. I lower myself, lying on the ground on top of her, kissing her back.

My hand rubs the mark on her stomach. I never thought something so simple could help me so much.

"Why are we such simple beings?" I ask, not really wanting an answer. In my situation, other races would never accept this so quickly and feel better.

"Who knows? Our mother must have had some reason to simplify the emotional reactions we have." She says, hugging me.

"If I were creating beings as powerful as us, I’d probably simplify it too. It’d be bad if we were too emotional without an easy way to fix it, right?"

"..."

"Hmmm?" I shove my fingers into her mouth.

"Pandora, please be quiet. Seriously, you’re ruining it. Everything was perfect until you started talking about hypotheses."

"..." She starts sucking my fingers lasciviously, blushing while making those lewd sounds on purpose.

"You really... by the way... I’ve never actually had sex with anyone. You wouldn’t mind being my first, right here, right now? I never really bought into the idea that the first time has to be special, so doing it now seems fitting."

"Of course, big sister. Do whatever you want with me. You marked me, didn’t you? We’re a couple now. Mom can’t wait for us to give her a grandchild. But no pregnancy today, you little pervert, okay? We have training later."