Chapter 68 Empress of shadows
Giving pain and despair was relatively easy, especially in a world where the the concept of "Evil" is distorted or cancelled, since there's no "Evil" then most of the people of this world has never felt despair and anguish.
The most purest of this universe are probably here.
It is place where something that feeds tears of despair of the victims of that who wields it can compare it to an exquisite banquet.
Memorials and monuments that depict saints, angels and scenes of miracles are scattered throughout this world.
[Cursed sword: Beatrice has absorbed the tears of lamentation of a zealot. 3456/10000]
[Cursed sword: Beatrice has absorbed the tears of lamentation of a zealot. 3489/10000]
[Cursed sword: Beatrice has absorbed the tears of lamentation of a zealot. 3567/10000]
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These things are looked on as treasures worth more of their lives, the statue of someone who is already dead or doesn't know of your existence is in fact for these people more important than their lives.
Since one can make someone cry just by breaking their treasures in front of their eyes, like breaking a toy of a child and laugh in front of them or like making their own treasures yours.
I did the same.
The road was long and there wasn't anything to do but sing a song to alleviate my boredom, I did so as I shattered and destroyed their cities and treasures
A second passed and the numbers of tears absorbed continued to rise, it became so chaotic that the church started to send more knights and stronger knights and as more appeared the more I crippled them, meaning more tears and 'energy' to absorb.
Unfortunately because I prioritized the tears and 'energy' to absorb I couldn't gain any exp by killing humans and because it seems that monsters don't appear outside the dungeon my level didn't rise at all but that was fine, soon I would gain a ton of them when I enter inside the dungeon of this world.
Then after causing chaos and destruction on this world, I finally arrived in front of the entrance of the dungeon.
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"To those who want to meet "God". Level 1-1000" I read aloud while around me hundreds of knights littered the ground wailing for help to their "God".
Then I walked towards the dungeon.
[Do you wish to meet "God"?]
"Obviously."
With that reply I vanished and went inside.
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Ten minutes later twelve masked figures and Hunter arrived where Deva stood minutes ago witnessing the scene of hundreds of knights laying on the ground with their limbs cut off, some died for blood loss and since their comrades died the knights shed tears of rage and despair.
"Damn! That woman again! Instead of finishing them off without giving them too much pain!She-!"
"She could end them with ease but always chose to cut off their limbs and leave them on the ground..."
"Is this a trial for us to prove our worth?"
"Stop talking nonsense and quickly use your miracles!"
As the twelve figures chanted, Hunter remained there motionless thinking about the woman who caused all of this, the same she conversed with and joked with.
Guilt, resentment or disgust weren't on her mind as she thought about the woman but deep ammiration and respect, not towards a human being but towards a killer, a hunter and a warrior.
As Hunter watched and analyzed Deva through the scroll.
Deva wasn't a swordwoman, Deva didn't do anything but just doing basic thrusts, parries and swings with her sword, Deva minimized her movements to these three actions while dealing with the knight not to mention Hunter didn't see Deva using her aura not even once, Hunter didn't know what kind of 'fuel' Deva use but when she saw her aura she thought that is was really gorgeous and full of vitality.
Hunter couldn't help but want to see the possessor of that aura under heels, defeated and broken like the many aura users she have defeated and made them her personal toys.
Last time because of her urgent mission other than resting for a day she couldn't fight with Deva and waste more time.
But now her only mission was to monitor, report and deal with any disturbance that is or will occur on this world, and since Deva is a disturbance of this world it can be said that Hunter is doing her mission by pursuing Deva.
Hunter unintentionally licked her lips as she thought about battling with Deva.
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Inside the dimesion of shadows, more specifically inside the shadow of Deva there is the figure of a shadow.
A shadow within the realm of shadows.
The only way to see this figure was by her red eyes emitting from this creature.
"Who am 'I'? No...what 'I' was? No wasn't what 'we' were?" Asked the creature to someone.
Three different voices responded, but all of them came from the same mouth of the creature.
"You don't remember?"
"You were the one that caused all this."
"You who was so obsessed."
"Made us too obsessed."
"Her blood."
"Her being."
"Her feelings."
"Her thoughts."
"Her everything."
"She?"
"We became one to become her shadow to always be at her side."
"I, Seline Von Gen, gave her perfect and strong body."
"I, Celestine Von Gen, gave her bright and strong mind."
"I, Uola Von Gen, gave her noble and strong heart."
"""And-"""
"I, Ilia Von Gen, gave my yearning and strong soul."
Then the four different voice fused with each other to create only one.
"We are Seleolia, we are the shadow of Deva."
"From her shadow we will watch."
"From her shadow we will protect."
"From her shadow we will love."
"After a century, Seleolia was finally born."
Originally they were vampire Matriarchs now they became a sole entity shrouded by shadows.
A being capable to control shadows, an entity capable to shroud entire worlds and universes in darkness.
A being that none but themselves know their own existence.
A being that should be at the top and revered like a God is currently comfortably residing on the shadow of the one she loves.
She decided that for now she would only watch and feel every thought and emotion of Deva.
She would make a move only when Deva is in the verge of dying. Until them they will remain in her shadow and continue to watch and understand Deva.
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