Kafka barely had time to process what he was seeing before—
"DADDYYYYYYYY!!"
The familiar, high-pitched squeal pierced the sky like a war trumpet, and Kafka's instincts screamed at him to brace.
He looked up, just in time to see Bella rocketing down from the clouds like a missile of pure affection, her radiant wings shimmering in the sun.
"Daddy, I found you!!" She shouted gleefully mid-flight, arms already stretched forward.
And then—SLAM.
Kafka let out a soft oomph as Bella tackled him in a full-force midair hug, wrapping her arms and legs around him like an overexcited squirrel latching onto a tree. She immediately peppered his face with kisses, cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, giggling with every press.
"I was so worried! I thought something bad happened to you! But you're back! You're really back!" She beamed, her voice trembling with joy. "My Daddy's finally back!"
Kafka staggered back from the sheer enthusiasm of the hug, blinking rapidly from the onslaught of kisses. Still dizzy from the dreamlike chaos of the garden, he gently peeled her off just enough to breathe.
"B-Bella...what's going on here?" He asked, voice dazed. "Where did you get those...those wings?" He pointed at the brilliant golden appendages flapping softly behind her back.
Bella spun in the air with a flourish, striking a dramatic pose mid-flight.
"They're cute, right?! Aren't they sooooo cute, Daddy?!"
She flapped once, sending a small breeze through his hair.
"Auntie Vanitas gave them to me! And she said I could customize them however I wanted! So I added extra sparkle and some fluff and now they look like angel wings! I'm a real sky princess now!"
Kafka didn't even get a chance to respond.
A familiar tomboyish voice rang out from the side:
"Oi, Kafka! You're finally up, huh?! Took you long enough. Thought you went soft or something, fainting from a little conversation?"
He didn't even need to turn. He knew that voice anywhere.
"Nina..." He muttered with a small smile, before suddenly—
WHACK!
Nina had meant to slap his back playfully.
She forgot she was still in that ridiculously overpowered bat armor.
So instead of a pat, it was a blow worthy of a divine titan, and Kafka was launched.
He flew like a ragdoll, spinning through the air before crashing into the grass with a comedic thud.
"Daddy, oh no!" Bella gasped, floating down after him.
"...She hit me with a truck..." Kafka saw stars as he lied on the stars.
He groaned, trying to sit up, but before he could even lift his torso,
He was surrounded.
By Camillas.
So many Camillas.
One crouched beside him, poking his cheek. "You just got up and you're fainting already? Pathetic, Kafka~"
Another pulled at his shirt collar. "C'mon, lazybones! Morning's here. You can't just lie there all day, you know~"
A third ruffled his hair, grinning. "Time to wake up, sleepy prince~"
"He's like a corpse." one noted. "Should we bury him?"
"Or roast him. I'm hungry."
Before he could protest, they all looked at one another, giggling mischievously.
And then—
Like synchronized ants lifting food, they all grabbed him.
"W-Wait, what are you doing—?! Camilla?! CAMILLAS?!"
"Too slow getting up~ Time to play~!" One said sweetly.
And with a synchronized heave,
They LAUNCHED him into the air.
"Catch him!!" One shouted.
"On it!" Nina roared from the other side, armor gleaming. She caught him effortlessly, smirked, and with a "Here we go again~" and hurled him back across the garden like a living volleyball.
Kafka pinwheeled through the air, screaming.
"NO NO NO NO NO—!"
The Camillas caught him.
Then tossed him again.
And so it began.
Kafka, half-god, Incarnation of Lust, survivor of divine trials, was being tossed around by his own wives like a squeaky toy, all while flowers bloomed, swords clanged, and wings sparkled above him.
It wasn't until a gentle, scolding voice rang out that the chaos finally slowed.
"Alright. That's enough, you two" Said Olivia, stepping into the chaos with the regal calm of a nature goddess.
"Please. Put Kafka down. He looks sick."
"Awwww~ Come on, Olivia, Kafka is fun to throw around." The Camillas pouted.
But Olivia said in a concerned manner, "He hasn't even had dinner. If he throws up now, it'll be your fault."
That made them pause.
Nina, grinning sheepishly, finally caught Kafka mid-flight and set him down instead of throwing him.
He wobbled like a drunk top, his legs swaying. "I can't feel my spine..."
But Olivia was already beside him, her soft hands catching his arm, and so were the vines.
Dozens of delicate, floral vines curled from the garden around his legs and waist, cradling him upright like gentle tendrils.
"Easy." Olivia murmured with a soft smile, brushing a leaf from his shoulder. "We've got you."
Kafka blinked blearily at her, at the vines, at the laughing Camillas and sword-swinging Nina and sky-dancing Bella, and finally up at the circling form of his mother Vanitas watching all this unfold with quiet pride.
His voice finally broke through the confusion, low and tired and borderline broken.
"Okay...okay, hold on." He raised his hand weakly, voice cracking halfway between disbelief and exhaustion. "Can someone, anyone, please tell me what exactly is going on here?"
He gestured at the chaos around him.
"Because from yesterday till now, I've been hit with so many shocks, I'm sure half my brain's already fried. I swear—if I get one more surprise, I'm going to ascend from sheer stress alone."
"So please, just one calm explanation." He groaned.
"Starting with you." His finger shot toward Bella first. "Why in the world do you have wings sprouting out of your back, and why do they look like something straight out of a divine fashion show?"
Bella blinked innocently and flapped them proudly. "Because they're cute!"
Kafka pressed his fingers to his forehead, muttering. "Of course they are..."
Then his gaze shifted to Nina, who was standing confidently with her sword resting on her shoulder, armor gleaming in the sunlight.
"And you!" He pointed accusingly. "Why do you look like you're about to storm a demon fortress and slay a hundred monsters before breakfast?!"
Nina grinned, puffing out her chest.
"Because I can! You should've seen me five minutes ago, Vanitas said I could borrow some of her divine energy for fun! Look at this baby!" She raised her sword dramatically, the blade humming with raw energy.
Kafka looked at her for a long second before mumbling. "You're all going to give me a heart attack..."
Then his eyes darted to the small army of Camillas still lounging and giggling nearby.
"And you." He pointed, spinning slightly as he tried to count. "Why are there so many of you?! There's like fifteen Camillas! Are you multiplying now?! Did someone cast a cloning spell while I wasn't looking?!"
All the Camillas just smiled sweetly in unison. One of them crouched beside him and winked. "We thought one Camila is already amazing, so why not more Camila's to increase the fun."
"More fun—?!" Kafka threw up his hands helplessly."
Finally, his gaze landed on Olivia, serene, radiant, flowers blooming around her feet as vines curled gently through the garden. "And you, Mom, why do you look like some goddess of nature who can conjure entire forests at will?!"
Olivia smiled awkwardly, twiddling her fingers as a rose bloomed in her palm. "It just...sort of started happening this morning."
Kafka let out a long, desperate groan. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is happening?!"
At that, a quiet cough came from behind him.
Evangeline stepped forward, hands folded neatly, her expression calm yet slightly wary. Lady Vanitas descended beside her, her earlier confident aura gone, now she looked almost nervous, as if afraid of his reaction.
Evangeline cleared her throat. "Yes, well...I suppose I should explain before you implode."
Kafka crossed his arms, waiting.
"What happened..." Evangeline began. "...is that after I explained the truth yesterday, how you're a demigod, how Lady Vanitas here is your true mother, and why she returned after so long, your family...well, they took it remarkably well."
Kafka blinked. "Remarkably well?"
"Yes." She said, nodding. "In fact, too well. I was expecting shock, confusion, perhaps even panic. After all, finding out that your lover or in Olivia's case your son as well, is a divine being, and that his mother is the literal ruler of existence, is quite a revelation. But instead..."
She gestured toward the group.
"...They accepted it almost instantly."
"You're kidding." Kafka stared at them.
"Not in the slightest."
He looked at his family.
"So you're all...not freaked out? Not even a little? I'm half-god. My mom's basically a cosmic force. Doesn't that scare you? Or at least concern you? The fact that I kept this secret from you doesn't—"
Before he could rant further, one of the Camillas stepped forward, smiling like the sun.
"Of course we were surprised at first." She said sweetly. "We all were. For about...a minute or two."
Kafka gawked. "A minute or two? That's it?!"
"At first, I thought Evangeline was joking." Camilla shrugged with a teasing grin. "It sounded ridiculous, you know? Then she started showing off those portal tricks and teleported halfway across creation and back. So, yeah, we believed her pretty quick."
One of her clones chimed in. "My mind went blank for a while. I mean, finding out the man I love is a god? That's honestly mind-blowing."
"But..." The first Camilla continued, her smile softening. "...after the shock passed, we realized something. You're still you, Kafka."
"The same man who makes us laugh, who cooks for us, who holds us when we cry, who makes us feel and the one who gives us the most happiness in the world. So, god or mortal, it doesn't matter. You're the same person we fell in love with."
Her words hung in the air, simple but warm.
Kafka felt his throat tighten a little as the others nodded in agreement.
Camilla then added playfully. "Besides, I already suspected something was off with you long ago."
"What do you mean by that?" Kafka frowned.
Bella fluttered down and raised her hand like a student in class. "I did too, Daddy!"
He blinked. "You too?!"
She nodded, pouting adorably.
"Whenever I asked you about something complicated, you always knew the answer. Even impossible stuff! I once asked you about an unsolvable mathematical paradox and you solved it while eating dinner...That's not normal! So I figured maybe you were...you know, something more than human."
"Same here." Nina crossed her arms, smirking. "I've seen you move during the sparring sessions we have, Kafka. You're too fast. Too strong. Sometimes, when you train, you move at speeds that I can't even catch your shadow. Which normal person can do something like that!"
Olivia, who had been quiet, nodded nervously.
"And...just the other day, I saw you lift a boulder that would've crushed ten men. You didn't even strain. That's when I knew something about you was...different."
Camilla laughed. "And not to mention that you're too handsome for a human. It's only natural that you turned out to be divine."
"Hey! I can understand the other reasons. But my handsomeness has nothing to do with my divinity! I was just born with a really good looking face!"
Kafka corrected in a indignant manner before groaning, rubbing his temples saying,
"Sigh...How in the world? Here I am struggling to take in all of this information, and here you are all accepting it as if it's no big deal...Now, I don't know if I just have a weak mind or you guys are simply too resilient to whatever is thrown your way."
"And yet..." Evangeline said, lips curling faintly. "...they're right. They accepted it without fear. Because they already knew you—not as a god, but as Kafka."
He looked at each of them, their smiles bright and unwavering, and he couldn't help but laugh softly in disbelief.
"So you're seriously not shocked? Not mad? You just...accept all this?"
"Yup." Camilla shrugged.
"We love you, Daddy! God or not!" Bella beamed.
"You're still you, even though you may be cheeky brat from time to time." Nina grinned.
"You'll always be my son, Kafi." Olivia smiled warmly.
Kafka stood there, overwhelmed, staring at all of them as he muttered under his breath. "I wasn't expecting things to go like this at all...But...I'm not complaining either"
And for once, surrounded by chaos, laughter, and literal divine nonsense, he felt an odd sense of peace.
Kafka thought he'd have to go through another round of headaches, misunderstandings, and endless arguments once his family learned the truth.
But instead, here they were...accepting him just as he was, without a hint of worry or hesitation. It genuinely made him smile.
To have a family that trusted him, that loved him enough to let go of something as overwhelming as the fact that he was the most powerful existence in the world...it was humbling and he couldn't help but think just how lucky of a man he truly was.