Author - This is a short side chapter between Amare and Kuro the MC and a revealed description of his character.

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If I were to regret something during my time in this world, it would definitely be that I was too negligent in regards to keeping track of everything. If I would have paid more attention, I would not be in this situation.

Currently I’m doing seiza in front of the goddess Amare. I dare not look her in the eye since the glare she is giving off send shivers down my spine.

A distracting note, this time I have a body. It’s seems to be an older version of my current body. Yes I now know what I look like more clearly thanks to the mirror right beside Amare with the word Kuro Lux floating above it. My eyes are black with a hidden strength seeming to pierce anyone who looks at them. Following along is my hair, also black, it seems as soft as raven feathers that glisten with a humble sheen begging to be touched. In complete contrast my skin is as white as jade without a single blemish giving an otherworldly feeling. As for my height I appear to be around 5’10” with muscles that are supple and firm with power hidden in every fiber. Thankfully I don’t appear to look like a girl, and seem to have a refined face resembling someone of status. Compared to how other people seem to abandon the necessity of a comb and other important hygienic tools, I don’t look half bad.

Growing up was pretty difficult without being given at least a tooth brush, thankfully I managed to figure something out.

But my thoughts were interrupted my Amare when she grew tired of waiting for me to finish.

“Are you done checking yourself out?” (Amare) There was irritation in her words, and I meekly complied to get my punishment for ignoring her over with. “Do you know how long I waited for you to pray to me, or even realize how lonely it is up here. Those other gods are horrible conversation partners, they are either boring or complete jerks. Do you simply not care for me? I know that I made your life difficult but I needed your help you know. *Sob* Do you not like me, are you going to throw me away? *more sobbing*.”

I have to admit, my image of her was completely broken when I thought about our first meeting. It continued into me trying to console her and deny her accusations. It felt like hours before she returned to her composed demeanor from before. What I found out is that, as a goddess of love and connections she takes relationships very seriously. The reason she was so composed before was because I wasn’t connected to her. Now that I am though...from the way she worded it, I need to take responsibility...the amount of sighing I did grew a lot more from this.

Now to keep her happy I promised to pray to her every time I’m going to sleep. If my body were in any type of danger she would immediately send me back, so there was no issue with safety.

With everything finally calming down I decided to ask a question that has been bugging me for a while now.

“Hey Amare, why do I feel so collected being here but back in Tenebris I feel so forgetful and dumb, I used to be so careful back on Earth.”

She put on an awkward expression as she pretty much told me it’s because my mind underwent some degradation due to being in such an undeveloped body along with no longer having brain damage. Fortunately as I reach adulthood it will stabilize.

Well...I guess I can accept that.

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The following times I returned to her place after praying I was always left exhausted. I didn’t realize she would turn into some middle-aged housewife that likes to gossip about a bunch of things I shouldn’t even know about. Most of it was a bunch of: who is cheating on who, and an affair here, some mischief over there. I’m seriously starting to believe now that these gods are living in some sitcom TV series type of existence. I shied away from these thoughts and tried to keep paying attention to more of Amare’s gossip.

Last time I was caught not paying attention...I shiver remembering when things got crazy again. Trying to calm down a goddess is extremely difficult.

Fortunately if I encounter any of the gods she mentioned I can just bring up a few dirty little secrets to get them off my back.

Thus my days continued with the addition of have a pseudo goddess housewife talking to me in my sleep.

*Sigh*

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Extra Note - I didn’t originally intend for Amare to be like that but i felt it had a funny fit toward her nature as a goddess of love and connections.