The Holy Tyrant

A story about a bug queen. Please make sure you're comfortable with the premise before reading. Aishilante, a common-born general hailed as the empire's greatest treasure and a beloved hero who once single-handedly repelled a swarm of insects, committed suicide before the Tribunal to atone for his crimes, shocking the entire galaxy. Not long afterward, a silver-haired plaything appeared in the imperial mausoleum. His mental powers were extremely weak, his mind was clouded, and he was at the mercy of others. [Mother...] A deep voice pierced layer upon layer of barriers, reaching Aishilante's ear as he lay unconscious with a high fever. It was profound and tender, brimming with devotion. Suddenly, a rich honeyed scent spread out from the dark mausoleum. Five hundred years passed, and at last the insect race welcomed its revered sovereign. A storm sweeping across the entire galaxy descended. Aishilante stroked the insects' cold shells, his expression blank as he praised them. “Good children.” Consider it a blessing to die for your mother. - Aishilante treats his [husband] or [children] as the most satisfying tools for revenge, asking only for their absolute obedience. Yet after every battle, he cannot help trembling as instinct takes control, accepting what his tools demand of him and taking on the duty of nursing them. tips: Includes lots of forum posts A silver-haired beauty of a tyrant and mother. She may occasionally show a softer side, perhaps as end-of-life care. × Various tops, all faithful The insect queen reigns supreme, along with countless original world-building details. A fictional setting unrelated to reality. Please don't apply it to real life. Theme: Love gives life the strength to spread its wings again.