The Goddess of Victories... Right????
Cider was sitting on the couch, not paying much mind to what is going on in the house. Their brother was out with his boyfriend as usual, and the roaming "animals" were noisy. Wefi noticed Cider simply sitting on the couch, the kid seemed to be reading... for once. Wefi went behind the sofa to get a better look at what they might be reading.
"What are you reading?" Wefi looked at the suspiciously dark purple book, with pages of just words... and a couple of illustrations here and there of someone who looked like a goddess.
"Oh, just the tale of the Goddess of Victories, the assumed creator of Paralites," Cider said, simply not paying any attention to Wefi. The kid looked to be intently reading, so Wefi decided it'd be better to go back to his room. A couple of hours later, Cider's mom, Victoria, got back from work. Cider was still on the couch reading the book, now in a laying position instead of the standard sitting position. She sighed, going to go sit by her kid. She simply moved Cider's legs off the couch, and sat down. This didn't seem to interrupt Cider's reading, they just decided to sit back up.
"Hey, mom," A couple of moments later, Cider finally spoke, grabbing Victoria's attention. "If I'm reading this correctly, does this imply the Goddess of Victories was lonely when she made the first one?" Victoria just stared at Cider and sighed. Realizing she should probably come clean to her own kid.
"Cider, there is something I must uhm... admit to you." Cider just looked at their mom, very confused. Victoria took another deep breath and spoke again. "I am the Goddess of Victories." Cider looked at their mom with disbelief, not believing at all what their own mother said. Although, now that they think about it, Paralites don't just come from nowhere after all, especially in the case of the twins. It didn't seem all that unbelievable when you consider all that.
"Does this mean you're actually 6'8?" Cider looked towards their mom, not even going to question their mother's status.
"Yes, yes it does," Victoria answers, very embarrassed that they had to come clean to their own kid in this way. Cider just closed the book and went to go put it back in the bookshelf.
"Well, that's enough reading today. Bye mom!! Gonna go bother the old man again!" Cider then proceeded to make their way to the basement, Victoria sighed and decided it'd be best fo follow them.