Adding Fuel to the Fire

In a vast space filled with thousands of otherworldly flowers, trees, fruit trees, etc., but in the center of this vast space, there was a long and wide pale blue ice crystal path, and at the end of this said path, stood a throne, made completely of ice. Sitting on the ice throne was a beautiful woman who looked like she was at the peak of her youth.

This woman had pure white hair that cascaded down her back. Her figure was alluring with its perfect curvy figure that was partially hidden under her white and blue floral kimono, but upon looking at her skin, it was paler than the skin of a corpse with the color of snow—her scerla(white part of the eye) was pitch black as the void, and her pupils were an icy blue. Lastly, horns that started off pure white and turned into an icy blue up to the tip protruded out from her forehead.

She was the goddess of winter, cold weather, snow, and ice, Isdis, who kept her unwavering cold expression on her face as she glanced at the beautiful silver-haired succubus in front of her.

This succubus looked around in confusion, but stopped when she put her eyes on Isdis. "What did you do with Amia?"

Isdis kept her cold stare, but that didn't hide the fact that on the inside she was enraged, and she replied, "How dare a mortal such as you speak without my permission."

"Like I care if you're a goddess or not. Are you going to answer my question, Miss Cadaver?" (A/N: "cadaver" means "corpse.")

Even though her temperament was cold as ice, she could hardly keep herself from killing this succubus in front of her. The only reason she restrained herself was one specific reason: this Succubus was the daughter of the two origin goddesses, the creators of everything, and if she even attempted to kill her—her death would be unimaginably painful. She knew she wouldn't get a swift and merciful death but a slow and merciless death that could last for eternity, constantly being tortured until her inevitable death. This one thought stopped her from taking action against Aurora.

She calmed herself down and said, "She is safe within your home on Earth."

"Why didn't she get teleported with me?"

"Because this..." She stopped speaking for a few seconds and continued, "Once you enter the world and read the quest, you'll see why."

"No wonder your name is Cadaver; you look like a corpse and can barely talk." Aurora smirked, thinking it was funny.

Normally she didn't try to provoke anyone, but this goddess in front of her not only annoyed her, but it also made her want to get under this goddess's skin, since she knew from the beginning—she could do no harm, no matter what, unless she wanted to die a miserable death.

"You!" Her prior cold demeanor was no more. It was filled with anger—she wanted to kill her so badly, but she still had her reason and knew that there were far more cons than the one pro: getting rid of her.

In an attempt to add fuel to the already burning fire, Aurora continued, "Are you going to try to kill me? Or is it that you are too weak to do so?"

With her fists clenched tightly and her nails digging into her palms, Isdis used the pain to keep herself from being taken over by her anger. She waved her hand, knocking Aurora unconscious without hurting her in any way, and walked over to her.

Conjuring an ice dagger, she slit her index finger. Soon, icy blue-colored blood came rushing out of the cut. She dropped a few drops of her blood into Aurora's slightly opened mouth.

"You are only alive because you are the daughter of two goddesses. I should never offend." Isdis mumbled, the slit on her finger closing up in an instant. "Now leave. I don't want to see your face again."

A portal appeared beneath Aurora, teleporting her out of Isdis's ice domain within the gods' realm and into the world where her quest would take place.

Isdis returned to her throne, thinking, 'Only if I was stronger. I was stronger than the origin gods, so I could be free without anyone to stop me.' This was wishful thinking, but it was her dream, her fantasy. The only problem was that it would never come to pass. No matter what she did.