Now my name is ...

Anka woke up suddenly.

After the previous sensation where the heart seemed to be pierced with needles, now it felt as if it had been pulled out of the water and could breathe again.

After she opened her eyes, something happened in her head. Image, scenes, emotions, actions... Thousands of informants assimilated in just 3 seconds.

Anka regained her memory along with the rest of her soul.

Those who threw her into another world, did it wisely. They split her soul in half and only one of them was thrown into that world.

Not many know that, not even her until a few seconds ago. Those in power who are in the universe are not stupid it seems. They probably suspected that without Death the universe would collapse, that's why they kept half as a precaution, who would have thought it wasn't enough?

Anka analyzed the separate memories of the two halves and was able to discern the order in which events occurred.

After their plan succeeded and they immobilized her temporarily, they cut off her soul. The first half was thrown into another world in a sealed form, while the other half was to be kept safe in a crystal prison.

It's a pity that as soon as the first half disappeared, the remaining one evaporated without a trace. It was no longer affected by the charms or the things that kept it bound and these leaders panicked, but luckily nothing happened to the world, at least that's what they thought.

For a short time, everyone thought that the Death Goddess was finished, and from now on there would be nothing so undesirable as death and they would have a change to live forever .

This was something that a lot of people believed, but there were also people who waited with bated breath for the repercussions. 

And these came quite late.

Without the Death goddess to accept them in the Cycle of Death, souls were stuck in the world of the living, wandering.

Some who had strong wills managed to become ghosts, but most had evil desires.

Others suffered continuously being in an environment for the living.

For about 500 years, this world could see what the absence of the Death goddess meant, not only through this...

The whole world was in chaos. Things they never imagined they would face came out of nowhere less than 30 years after the Death goddess and living god disappeared.

Beings like black water , strange creatures, like shadows, cross the sheet of reality and invade the world of the living. These are empty creatures without intelligence, but influenced by the shadows.

It was only upon their appearance that the leaders of the various species realized that the gods were necessary.

So they called back those they had driven out.

Seven gods, alone with whom they could communicate. 

However, even they did not know what these creatures were or what they wanted. Even if the gods had great powers they did not seem to affect these creatures. So they used religions corresponding to the primordial gods to summon them and pray for forgiven Using ancient rituals that required sacrifices. 

They realized that these creatures were destroyed or influenced by the energy of death, but in contact with that of life it became stronger. 

So they realized the purpose of these beings.

They wanted to eat their world , which was full of life energy .

Then they again lamented the absence of the Death goddess. However, regrets did not solve their problem...

They used every tool or relic that still had its breath, commendably temporarily blocking these beings for a while, but they all knew it was temporary. Then the 'madness' began. Each race began the study of souls and the attempt to call back the Death goddess through all kinds of strange rituals.

Some things were not made public, but half of her soul knew. She saw everything because she had to be summoned every time.

Yes. Their invocation was successful, but because the soul was not complete and did not want to show itself, they could not see her, but she could see everything.

She witnessed their mourning, their regret, their punishments, their pains.

However, this doesn't change the fact that she can't do anything, even if she could , she still wouldn't. She was known for being merciless and disdainful of the beings created by the God of Life.

She had protected the world from the Shadow for a long time, she didn't even know the exact reason, but since then she took it as a hobby.

She doesn't do it for anyone, she always does what she wants to do...

Then something unexpected happened. Her soul (at least half of it) became attached to a woman.

Because it had happened too suddenly, the soul had not had time to notice very well.

Then after a few moments of darkness, the soul was born into the world as a living being in the form of a baby.

Well, rather baby fenix . 

She became a little phoenix chick.

This little bird was black. Pure black from head to toe. Even eyes.