My Taboo Harem!

“Legacy families are exiled beings, Phei.”

Roxanne’s voice had changed, carrying a lethal edge beneath the persistent tremor. The trembling was still there—coiled beneath every syllable like a serpent waiting to strike—but something unbreakable had emerged.

This was the voice of a woman who had spent twenty years unearthing secrets that should have destroyed her, yet instead had hammered her into a weapon of pure desperation, now seeking aid from a seventeen-year-old boy as void-ice crystallized the air around them in deadly fractals.

“Thrown from their original world. Cast out. Banished to this realm like prisoners condemned to a lesser existence.”

She leaned forward, shifting heavily with the motion as she closed the distance between them. Her green eyes burned with the feverish intensity of a prophet revealing the end of days.

“These aren’t just powerful ancestral families. These aren’t just old money and older grudges. These are families descended from real Original Beings, the Progenitors—entities that saw the creation of worlds. That shaped reality before humanity crawled from the primordial muck.”

Phei’s breath caught in his throat, the cold air stinging his lungs.

“Let me explain.” Roxanne’s hands twisted violently in her lap, knuckles bone-white against her trembling thighs. “The Heavenchilds are the Original Angel bloodline. Not angels as in messengers, or angels as in servants of some mortal god—the first angel.

“The Progenitor from which all other celestial beings descended. You could say That Progenitor created this family. Seeded this bloodline. Left behind a legacy that has been waiting millennia to reclaim its original form.”

She swallowed hard, the sound audible in the frozen silence.

“The Price family carries the blood of Fenrisúlfr. The World-Devouring Wolf. The beast prophesied to be capable to swallow the sun at the end of days. Every wolf bloodline, every lupine species that has ever existed—they bow to Fenrisúlfr. And the Fenrisúlfr progenitor created House Price.” Rune had told him about the Price Family.

The pieces clicked into place with terrifying clarity.

“The Maxtons are Jörmungandr,” Phei said slowly. “The World Serpent.”

Roxanne nodded urgently. “And so on. Every Legacy family traces back to a progenitor of unimaginable power. Beings that existed before existence had a name. You’ll discover what family carries what bloodline as you navigate this world—some are obvious, some are hidden, some are secrets that families would kill to protect.”

She paused, drawing a shuddering breath that made her generous breasts heave against their gossamer prison.

“But here’s what matters, Phei. Before the exile—before these progenitors’s families were cast out from their original realm, the World of Powers as they vaguely call it—a prophecy was made.”

Her voice dropped to a chilling whisper that cut through the frost.

“This last generation before the Destined Day on which they’ll awaken. The one who born lastly before that awakening. The heirs and heiresses of every Legacy family in Paradise.” She locked eyes with him, her gaze devastating in its intensity.

“This would be the generation where the real Progenitors would be reborn.”

The words struck Phei like a physical blow, driving the air from his chest.

“They won’t just be descendants carrying bloodlines and powers from their specific Progenitor or vessels holding fragments of the Progenitor’s ancient power. The actual progenitors—returning to claim bodies prepared across millennia of careful breeding. Awakening in flesh that had been either originally born with their souls dormant until the awakening or cultivated specifically to contain their Supreme souls.”

Phei’s mind spiraled through endless, horrifying implications.

“If the rumors are true,” Roxanne continued, her tone darkening, “Danton has already awakened. The Jörmungandr Progenitor—the World Serpent itself—his soul has awakened from its slumber. The legends say he always called himself Prince.”

A bitter laugh tore from her trembling lips. “Prince. As though that title could contain what he truly is.”

She fell silent for a moment, the tension thickening like the ice on the walls. When she spoke again, her voice had gone hollow and haunted.

“But Phei… all the progenitors were male.”

The statement hung heavy in the frost-kissed air, suffocating.

“Every single one. The First Angel. Fenrisúlfr. Jörmungandr. The First Devil. All of them—male entities from a realm where power apparently organized itself along lines these ancient beings found… comfortable.”

“Sexism existed even back then, I suppose you could say. If you wanted to apply mortal concepts to immortal monsters.” Her lip curled in laugh at the joke.

Phei saw the horrific conclusion barreling toward him. The dread crystallized in his chest, colder than his own Void-Ice.

“So how do you think they’d awaken in the bodies of females?”

Roxanne’s question was rhetorical. The answer clawed at them both.

“It’s impossible…” Phei breathed, voice barely audible he wasn’t sure too.

“Impossible.” She nodded, slow and deliberate. “A male progenitor cannot claim a female body and a female soul. The architecture is incompatible. The soul cannot anchor itself to a soul flesh that contradicts its fundamental nature.”

“So, the progenitors of families with only daughters—”

“They would reincarnate in the bodies of the previous generation instead.” Roxanne’s hands clenched into white-knuckled fists against her thighs. “The fathers. Jonathan Montgomery doesn’t have a son to serve as vessel for the First Devil. So the First Devil would awaken in Jonathan instead.”

“But that means—”

“They wouldn’t be as powerful as they’re supposed to be!” Phei finished, the truth exploding through him like shrapnel from a bomb. “The previous generation won’t awaken with the same potency as the current one. If a progenitor reincarnates in the body of a father instead of a last child, it would be three to five times weaker than the other progenitors who claimed the correct vessels!”

Roxanne nodded, tears finally spilling down her cheeks, carving wet tracks through her carefully applied makeup.

“That progenitor would be diminished. Lesser. Vulnerable to the others who reincarnated properly.” Her voice cracked like thin ice. “And for some reason, the Legacy families cannot accept that. At least some of them. Families like the Montgomerys who have spent millennia preparing for this moment—they refuse to see their Progenitor awaken as anything less than the Supreme he once was and supposed to be.”

Phei shook his head slowly, desperately, as though denial could erase the nightmare unfolding before him.

“But they can’t do anything about it. It’s not like they can kill their daughters or—or change their gender—”

“Or do exactly both.” The words fell like guillotine blades, slicing through any remaining hope.

Phei’s eyes widened in pure horror. His mouth opened, but no sound came—only the strangled silence of a boy witnessing evils beyond imagination.

“That’s not possible,” he finally managed. “You can’t—that’s not—”

Roxanne laughed, a dry, brittle sound that echoed with years of suppressed agony. The sound of something long fractured finally shattering.

“How do you explain Danton’s existence, Phei?”

The question detonated in his skull like thunder.

“Why do you think the Heavenchilds value the Maxtons so much more than just a marriage alliance between them is supposed to be? Why do families like the Sinclairs, the Montgomerys, the Howards the Kapoors treat House Maxton with such hidden reverence despite their supposedly equal status?”

Her voice turned clinical and cold, the tone of someone who had lived with this horror for far too long. “Because the Maxtons are their only ticket to the rightful reincarnation of their progenitors.”

Phei couldn’t breathe, the void in his chest expanding.

“Yes, you might wonder why the Heavenchilds are among these families when they already have Marcus—a perfect male vessel for the First Angel.” Roxanne’s smile was a razor, sharp and devastating with forbidden knowledge. “But the First Angel wasn’t singular. It was a pair. Twins. That’s why Paige and Brielle are so important to that family. That’s why those girls exist at all.”

Twin daughters. Twin progenitors demanding male and female vessels.

The blood-soaked mathematics of ritual murder etched themselves into Phei’s mind.

“All those girls, Phei.” Roxanne’s voice broke into raw, desperate pleading. “Elena Ashford. Maddie Whitmore. Jade Park. Natasha Sinclair. Clara Moreau. Yuki Tanaka. Priya Kapoor. Juliette Howard. Paige and Brielle Heavenchild.”

She seized his hands with the frantic strength of a drowning soul.

“All of them are going to die.”

Her nails bit deep into his flesh. Her voluptuous body shook with uncontrollable sobs, tears flowing freely as the last vestiges of the composed Legacy matriarch dissolved.

And their deaths won’t be the end if these families succeed in forcing perfect awakenings.

“Please.” The word ripped from her throat like a final prayer. “Please save my Sierra.”

Her grip tightened until it felt like bones would snap.

“Jonathan has already made a deal with the Maxtons.”

The world ground to a halt.

“Sierra is going to die in order for the First Devil himself to awaken at his prime.”

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A/N: If anything is confusing… I am happy to explain, guys.