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Gods and Mortals regardless of whether it is an ant... or a human or an elephant, aside from power and might, their existences hold a sort of resemblance.

For one, Nova knew that mortals live for feelings even whilst they hold beliefs.

While Gods merely follow their beliefs; the law that they represent and cast everything else aside..

A God of Death will produce Death and send anything that lives into their domain, nothing else matters; it is their rightful belief.

Among Gods, the concept of love is scarce and non-existent, even her own marriage held no love but the primal purpose of balance between Space and Time, the principle that kept the universe tied.

Love was something too \'small\' for the likes of the prideful Gods.

That\'s why it was difficult for her to see a human and feel their pain with empathy just as difficult it was for a human to feel pain over an ant\'s hurdle.

But if one looked at the ant long enough, one would begin to comprehend... even if one couldn\'t feel pain, one could feel sympathy.

Having witnessed Constantine\'s life millions of times, his relationship with her daughters and that feeling called \'love\'. She still unable to comprehend it, and hence, this time; unlike the previous millions of times. She\'d witness it from a human\'s eyes... and therefore, she needed to cast aside her unparalleled power and existence.

She needed to cast aside her godhood and become wholly mortal.

\'There is only one way I can do this...\' She thought, perhaps even afraid to some extent, feeling surprised that the mere first step of her journey was already calling for a single emotion that she had never sensed. The fear of not being what she was, a Goddess.

Even then, she was relentless... there was a motive to this madness.

With ultimate powers of space and nearly as powerful powers of time -which belonged to her husband- Nova proposed herself to witness the man that has captivated her daughters so much by leaping back to where everything began, discarding her Godhood in another timeline, sending merely her consciousness and a small wisp of soul.

She needed to understand where this pain in her chest was coming from, that pain caused thousands of years ago, this pain that was breaking the balance between Time and Space.

Her eyes opened for the first time... looking at a ceiling, she was held by some hands and presented in front of a woman with silver hair and haggard countenance.

"My daughter, you\'re so cute... f-from now on, you shall be Isabella... Isabella Greenwood~"

Nova and Isabella\'s eyes fluttered with life for the first time then.

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Nova, despite merging with Isabella still found it difficult to feel emotions, the lively young lady was an expression of Isabella, not Nova... the Goddess sat on the back, feeling and experiencing everything, enjoying the slow stimuli of a mortal life.

When she was born as Isabella Greenwood in a disinterested family product of a forced marriage, she couldn\'t tell much... but she quite liked her mother, until she passed away due to a disease... it was sad.

When she went with her friends running in the fields and picking up flowers, it was fun.

When she was raised to be a fine lady, she couldn\'t say much... her father was quite strict, she didn\'t feel nice with him.

When she met her first crush, a young man called Sirius from the Capital, a boy that played with her often and who was sent to the war and died... she... felt odd... it was sad.

When she was said that she would have to marry the heir of the Lionheart family, a man whose reputation couldn\'t be any lower and unworthy, she... felt apprehension.

When she tried to run and was captured she felt despaired... the emotions were beginning to grow in size and the goddess that had been sitting down in the back, began... to stand up and feel.

When he invited her to a date she felt that perhaps there could be a chance, but his wicked intentions drew her away.

When he abused her that night against her own will... she realised she was no longer a goddess... her space powers no longer worked and the human emotions took over in a shower of despair and desolation. Even when holding the knowledge of the future, she couldn\'t help feeling despaired, sitting on a corner, embracing her knees, feeling sullied.

When her family blamed her for the incident instead of supporting her, she felt betrayed.

When she was told she was pregnant... she wanted to be happy... because Nova knew, this is Constantine, the purpose of her leap. But she couldn\'t... all she could feel was wrath and hate for this child... contradictions and moral ethics, \'Should I kill him or not?\' months of the same thought over and over.

When the engagement was cancelled for \'her fault\' at not being adequate enough, she once again fell into despair and hate, more particularly... for this child... her hands and powers would never reach that bastard... but she could very well hate this child with all her heart, and no one could tell her otherwise.

When she was thrown away from her family by her cowardly father, she already expected it, what she didn\'t expect was for some other uncles to help her, it gave her hope as she carried this monster that she decided to not kill in the end... she\'d make sure he lived and suffered with her the consequences of his father\'s wickedness. Nova\'s struggle in trying to not hate the child seemed to lose when compared to the depth of Isabella\'s human feelings.

When she worked sewing in her uncle\'s company it brought her hope, at least she\'d be able to put food on the table, it was a life so far away from her noble life, her friends no longer spoke to her, the noble men who once sought her now evaded her like the pest, they gossiped as her belly grew in size every day... Nova wanted to leave the capital... it was toxic it felt so horrible... but she needed to survive, for herself and for this monster too.

When she started to feel her uncle\'s gazes, she knew something was not right from her human instincts... that shouldn\'t be the gaze of an uncle... especially when he looked at her belly.

That morning... he tried to abuse her, only to be stopped by her aunt... who once again choose to believe the bastard, throwing her away... the hate for this child, who was about to be born... increased... it wasn\'t even his fault, but at least there was someone to blame for this sorrow, a lucky charm that could hold all this negativity.

With enough money that she saved for months she left the capital... it would be cheaper to live in the side and there would not be toxicity or gossiping, a rundown town received her with contractions and heavy rain. It was then that she finally gave birth... ditched in a corner, helped by some vagrant ladies... who were way more welcoming than anyone in the capital. When she finally managed to see his face, she realised... he was cute and beautiful, she couldn\'t believe how such a monster that she hated so much could be so cute... his face was like a mirror of hers, but sadly... he had that bastard\'s eyes.

It was her baby boy, Nova rejoiced but...

"You will be named Constantine Lionheart... the disgrace that your father caused me you will bear it in your name for the rest of your miserable life..."

Isabella wasn\'t willing to forgive.