In the world of God-Maker, Antrinia…0

What appeared to be a termite was dangling from the ceiling, cocooned in pure white thread.0

Drip, drip drip!0

Its bodily fluids trickled into a golden goblet encrusted with jewels right beneath it. When the goblet was almost full, a handsome man with leopard-printed wings carefully retrieved the goblet.0

He trod down the dark and desolate hallway, which resembled a cave. When he reached a door engraved with a spider design, he knocked.0

“Your Grace, I’ve brought your meal.”0

“Buttor, is that you? Enter.”0

In response, a voice that sounded like fluttering jade beads came from within. Buttor proceeded to open the door with courtesy.0

Inside was Arachne, lying indolently on a bed made of silk threads. Her elegance, reminiscent of a bellflower, paired well with her decadence. Indeed a beauty worthy of the affection of the cold-blooded demigod, the emperor.0

Buttor swallowed hard. Deep down, he knew that she was more than just a ravishing beauty. Arachne was a natural predator. Many men had fallen prey to her...0