A Sinner’s Chance

The first sight I saw after opening my eyes again was a woman’s bare breast being brought towards my face. Or rather, I was being moved towards it. My arms flailed around as I realized I was a child, and a baby at that.

It didn’t take me too long to accept the fact that I had been reborn. The Queen of Hell had said I would be, though I had thought it would take me longer to regain my memories. It was however a shock to discover that my mother was not a human as I had previously believed, but rather some kind of human-spider hybrid, almost like a centaur, but with a spider rather than a horse. She had long black hair with skin like alabaster and a figure that was somewhere between sensual and motherly. 

Another shock was that I was no longer a man, though as far as I could tell I was completely humanoid, the sole exception being nearly horizontal long pointed ears. I wondered if I too would eventually grow spider legs like my mother, but it was pointless for me to speculate on things I had essentially no information on. 

At first I enjoyed my new life, having an extremely beautiful woman dote on you was a wonderful feeling, and the fact that I could grope her all I wanted was wonderful. My mother also seemed to be quite perverse as well, as more often than not, she would pleasure herself either during or after feeding me. Even once I’d grown accustomed to her naked body and no longer actively groped her, she still continued, so she was definitely getting off to me sucking milk from her bountiful breasts.

Over time I slowly learned to speak the language my mother spoke, as well as move around, though the webbing we lived in meant I wasn’t able to move too freely, as I would end up getting stuck if I went too far. I also learned my mother was named Ashara, while I was called Vellithra, though she usually just called me Vell. Racially she was an Arachne, though apparently I wasn’t, though she had assured me at the time that I was her real daughter. An interesting fact about the language she spoke was the use of honorifics, quite similar to how the Japanese did in my past life, though I wasn’t sure if that was due to the language itself or because of Arachne culture.

When asked about my father, Ashara had simply said that I didn’t have one. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret that as from what I could tell it seemed that Arachne reproduced at least somewhat similarly to humans, due to the lactation and obvious use of her exposed crotch.

Five years passed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. I knew this, despite having never left our cave and web home because my mother always got excited and told me how wonderful it was that I survived another year. The same happened today, though there was a bit more than usual, as Ashara picked me up and examined me.

“Today is a special day. It’s finally the time of your Awakening.” She seemed in higher spirits as she hugged me close.

“Awakening?” I asked. It wasn’t a term I hadn’t heard before so I was interested in what it was.

“That’s right Vell-chan.” She said softly as she placed me back down on the hammock like web that we slept in. “An Awakening is one of the most important moments of one’s life. The Mortal Gods created the Status so that their races could be strong enough to fight off the demon invasion that happened a very long time ago. The Awakening happens when one turns five, and grants access to their Status. It also unlocks a person’s racial abilities and any divine Gifts they might have.”

This was the first time I was hearing about Mortal Gods and the Status. It seemed RPG-Esque and so my expectation for this year's birthday rose. This was likely what the Queen of Hell had mentioned when she said my previous life's memories and skills would be helpful, though I wondered how much would truly transfer.