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The world of Sandoria suffers in silence; with the reign of the tyrant God Lucius finished under the might of the Demon Emperor, Hero and Witch Queen... a new Goddess is chosen to take over this deranged world... but, she is not respected or accepted by her citizen.

In a sad world where love no longer exists, opulent ladies are criticised for being too slow and inefficient due to their 'bounciness', and handsome men are rejected for being 'too pretty for the battlefield'; The Goddess sighs and looks around, finding the one that shall enforce her will.

With her sight set on Constantine de Castile, a retired Conqueror and Great Emperor from a lower world- one that upon his death summoned the wrath of a patron god for reasons and sins he had no idea he committed- she decided, that's the one.

The past is the key to locking feelings away as the two beings shall work together to give the world of Sandoria a better future.

The path will be difficult, magic abounds, and the wickedness of a world filled with multiple races shall engulf Constantine, and if that wasn't enough, he also has to bear with that silly voice talking in his head.

"I don't want to hear you..."

[Analizing nutrient...]

"I... don't want to hear you..."

[Burning spell is useful in this case...]

"I'm just boiling water... leave me alone."

[You're not as handsome as your attitude depicts you to be, old Emperor.]

"At least I have a face..." 

[I can make a face as well!]

"Good, do so and let me slap it!" 

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The Goddess' Champion

Shadows and red hues covered the endless skies, the dark clouds made it look like it was going to rain in this scorching land, but those clouds merely fell on the world producing cracks and destruction, dividing anything in their wake.

This is not Sandoria, if Constantine had been here he'd be able to know perhaps, that this is a sub-dimension.

The private realm belonging to a God, its powers unknown, but an Evil Divinity nonetheless.

But in the wake of this nightmare, there was sudden light.

The entire world shook upon the arrival of another entity.

"How..." A mighty voice said as among the shadows opened an eye, completely red and slit like the freshest blood, black cracks encroaching it all over its surface, its hideous look only turning eerier.

It redirected itself towards a brewing light that began as a mere root.

Fugitive II