2 Chapter 1

It is a pleasant morning of the last day of autumn. The wilted leaves snuggles comfortably atop the soil and trees of the mountain, not so far away from that King's kingdom. Shall he seeks for her, then a glance towards the east is enough to tell the way towards her.

She, The ex-Creator, now lazying in her new shrine, made from the wood and stone she herself emerged from the land, just after she finished her talk with the king last summer.

Unlike the dying environment, these particular wood and stone are as strong and as beautiful as when she first created the Shura. Some must wondering just what is the state of Shura? Now, the tree has charred and leaves wilter in black, grasses never be seen atop the soil and no animal has nested on their own home, as they have run out of life. The land itself cracked in such way that made it impossible to be tilt with, thus lead in eradicating farmer's job.

The building she snapped from nothing has been named 'Chaos'. It looks similiar to Earth's shrine; just much more bigger than average. From the structure, one can say that it is a shrine with a mansion behind it; seeing that she has lived in the very same building just for the purpose of waiting.

Ah, just the thought of it excites her. While she can know everything happens in the universe, she purposely blocked any vision that tied to the vision of King's answer of her riddle. What will the King bring to her? Gold? Wealth? Title? Mass?

Ahahahaha...AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

She can't wait, this is so exciting. How will that brain of his ingest her riddle? Every answer is possible, and none is right! Every possible thing can determine his heart, how much has his race evolved. Do they learn? Do they?!

The woman without the name licks her lips, clearly turns on just by the adrenaline. She expects something great, something that will blows her mind! Human, after all, was created for the sole purpose of evolving; it makes them different from any other race.

Such a magnificent creature! She praises herself for making the creature.

Yes yes, even if the very same creature has enraged her like nothing before, this little behaviour of them proves to be the entertainment she needed. Especially when she actually made another world eons away from Shura, but that world is for another story.

'Just a few second before I made the last leaf fall'

The time has ticked down, like a countdown that will determine all their fate. The one and only tree that she provided as the countdown; one located right in the center of the kingdom; now has only one leaf left, on the very top branches.

Satan snaps her finger. A wind breezes and sweeps fhe leaf off from its branch, rolling and dancing in the air, swaying right and left without a destination in mind; a perfect fit for the situation. It slowly flutters down with the heavy fate of human tied on to it's back.

Right before it touches the ground, the door of her temple opened. A rough looking king and his guards run and bow deeply to her; showing her respect that she rightly deserve. Satan's black irises lit up, the white pupil looks as if a light set ablaze from inside. People who gaze at it will see after image of its light every time those eye move, like one see when kids play with sparkles firework as they try to write words in the air.

Satan thinks to herself, 'What kind of gift? I want to see it quick! Show me your results!'

"Satan! I have bring you my answer to your words, I shall present it to you right now if you would let me!" says the king.

Smirking, the woman-shelled deity allows them to bring it. As she sit down on her throne like chair in the middle of the mansion-slash-shrine above the many stairs (7 stairs, just because she likes that number and certainly not because it resemblence the 7 Deadly Sin); now that she thinks to herself, this building while looked like a shrine from outside, she herself unconsciously made the inside like a throne room that people only see in kingdoms, not like she mind. It actually benefit her.

While she thinking to herself, the door opened once again.

A beautiful woman with straight blonde hair, eyes as green as a forest, skin fair as if it never touched sunlight, ears sharp--the symbol of elf--, body curvaceous with big chest; not gigantic but just the right size, and slim waist. She looks 20 years old, with height around 165 cms, which is a head smaller than the Satan herself. Around her neck is a thick fire red collar with a leash attached to it. The end of the leash is held by a guard that enters with her.

"Satan! I have brought you a maiden fit perfectly with your description. Sun dyed hair, moon colored skin, eyes that shone like spring, voice died like autumn, winter cold home, and a never ending passion like summer attitude. A beautiful maiden just for yourself, Satan! This is what i believe to be the right answer," the King explains to Satan as he takes the leash from the guard and shoves the woman forward.

"..."

"S-satan?"

"A slave? You bring me a slave?"

"U-um, yes. But rest assured Satan! This slave was trained just for you! No hand has tainted her, we taught her without impurities!"

What he said is the truth. He, when he saw the woman, quickly orders guards to capture the maiden. With a slave collar and food schedule, they trained the elf without touching her. The slave collar is for jolting her if she rebels, and the food schedule is for when she not doing things up to their standard, meaning when she did not do up to what they expect then she is not allowed to eat, only a small cup of water provided.

Back to the current situation, Satan laughs hard atop her throne. The King grins, 'I truly am smart! No gift is better than a beautiful woman after all, especially elf whose beauty is eternal!'. He gives himself a pat on his back and stand straight, looking at Satan.

"I see human has lost its heart and brain! Kukuku."

The joy on the King's face turns into confusion.

"P... Pardon?"

The Satan laughs for a couple seconds before finally managed to calm herself. She shakes her head and looks straight to the man's eyes.

"You.. You give me an elf slave? I see you, human race, have never change. Always look down on others. A prideful race that lost its humanity, kindness, and heart. Restraining her freedom for your selfish desire? Disgraceful! I should have never leave this universe alone, for this is what evolution you did?!"

The woman laughs once again.

"Pitiful! You're answer is wrong!"

All the man quickly kneel. They tremble in fear, knowing what the woman capable of. Their hands clasped tightly and they pray for her forgiveness, they tell her that they will redeem the answer, shall she be so merciful and kind to give them another chance.

"Silence."

The woman orders them. Muffling their cries, they trembles in their own spot as they still clasping their hand in praying position. The elf slave, while not being at fault, prays and hopes that the Satan will forgive her and the humans, even if they did her wrong. She, after all, knew that it was no one faulth except all their ancestor. So, she prays and prays, tears only trickles down like a silent river.

Satan was a deity, even if now she looks more evil than what a deity should look like. Deep inside her heart, she feel something akin to pity to the elf and the rest of the people, but that don't hold a candle to her rage and dissapointment.

The shell of the ex-Creator ponders to herself. Maybe...

She grins, "Very well. I shall be merciful to you.

You at least tried to think of an answer, even if you use your corrupted brain; discharged your heart and the harmony I once ask you and your ancestor to maintain. This effort will be acknowledged. I am a former creator of yours, after all. And so, I will give you a contract.

The curse in your country, as well in the rest of Shura, will be lifted. However, the cycle of misery cannot end that easily. So instead of Shura, this burden will be shouldered by your gift, the slave whom I will accept if this contract were made.

Do not enraged me more. If your people manage to do that, then even she cannot stop my incoming wrath. I shall bring you disaster the second you failed me; one wrong move, one disaster. More? Then you have asked for a recipe for pain."

Kukuku, this will be interesting. Personal stress relief, or should I say, rage relieve?

She finds herself didn't care, the end of the contract actually didn't affect her much.

"So how is it? Will you bet your country?"

The King eyes the beautiful slave. Truthfully, he didn't care for her at all. While it is true his selected slave has been the most beautiful and if sold will bring him a good amount of penny, the well being of her are not his concern.

But what at stake is his country. He can't let his kingdom fall in her era! Where will he placed his pride? Clearly not in his face! And so, he will absolutely not let his people enrage Satan more.

He mulls over, 'This might not be so bad'. He means, there is no way this slave will rebels. She is tied to the slave collar after all. And this is the Satan that he talked about. Surely she can take over the slave well...

"I'll take your kindness and sign the contract."

Satan laughs again, her evily sound scares the poor slave as she know that after this she will never see the day once again. The unamed elf hides her face behind her bangs. She wants to shout protest and screams at the King, but she knows that she can't do that, and know that even if she can, it will bring nothing but pain to everyone in Shura, including her friends and family.

She loves her family dearly, and so she stills herself. Maybe, just maybe, the ex-creator is a little merciful to her.

The Satan leans on her throne, legs crosses one another as she gestures the King to come closer. She takes blissful realization of the shaky foot of his, as well as the clenching hand and bowed head. Very good, at least the notion to afraid of a mighty being still present. Or maybe, the notion to fear the death? The latter is more likely. Well, they should be afraid more of what happen after his death, hell is a heaven compares to what she has store for him and his people.

Satan lifts her right hand and makes a cupping like gesture. A black mist manifests itself from nowhere and followed her moves, except now it's cupping the cheek of the King she never get the name before.

"Sssh, poor human. So afraid even to stand meters away from me," she coos, quite delightful in the fear mixed with nervousness and shame in the air.

She pats his cheek with the black mist. "I'm feeling a little bit kind now. Let's us haste to sign the contract. So after that, I can taste your lovely present, " she wets her lips, eyeing the slave from the corner of her eyes. Her nose perks up as the fear in the air gets more intensified.

The black mist on the king's face spread and hardened, gripping his face with the force that almost enough to crush his head. It is painful, like his head is being in a hole of a stone that keeps getting smallergies and smaller.

"Ah, do forgive me. I have never use my power to singled prey."

'Totally an accident. Note the sarcasm' she drawls inwardly, a small feeling of satisfaction wells in her heart.

The black mist, now shaped into humanoid hands with long fingernails, opens the King's jaw forcefully and gagging the King with its thumb. While the size is not gigantic, the sharp, beast like claw feints the eyes as if it was monstrous. Well, it's not untrue...

The claw on the thumb pierces deep in the King's tongue, right at the base just before the sarcophagus starts. Of course, such action is painful for the man. He wails and screams with such a vigor that brought shiver right at Satan.

The dark 'deity' enjoys it. The sensation, the smell, the wine colored liquid from the King, it's truly a feast for her. She can almost feel her own thumb deep inside his mouth, spurting mana inside.

Alas, she retracts her humanoid hand made from mist. She doesn't intend to kill him, after all. What she did, is actually putting a curse for the King so he cannot betray the Oath, less he will be boiled from inside out. Starting from the mark of the curse (which shaped like a simple star), then magma will trickles from it down to the throat, forces the stomach to ingest it, then when it touches blood, it will continue to tripled itself and boils the blood. And then the vein, and then the bone, and then the muscle, and then- and then-!

...

Let's ignore her fascination for a moment.

"I have pulsed a curse inside you. Shall you break our Oath, then death's door will arrive right then and there. And in the most cruelsome way. "

"Y-yes, of course my Satan. "

Satan eyes capture the lean woman.

"Bring her here, just before the staircase."

"R-right. Of course."

The King orders the guard to bring the slave forward. He, the guard, tugs at the leash harshly and the beautiful woman stumbles forward before regaining her balance. They then stood at the bottom of the staircase.

"Very well. Now scram, soldier. And out from my territories along with your foolish King. i shall indulge myself on this...precious toy. "

He quickly bows and stand beside the king. They bows once again to Satan before setting off as fast as they could, clearly desperate to be out from her presence.

The ex-creator stares the maiden, eyes up and down like a tigress prey its soon-to-be-dead meal. She admits the King has a great eye, for the woman he choose is pleasent to look at. This truly is the perfect creature.

The maiden has a fair skin, with no blemish all over her body. Face shaped just right, mature like how elf race usually is when they reach 'The Age'. She has soft yellow hair, straight and down to her waist. Her eyes are green, like the depth of rainforest yet clear like an emerald. As an elf, her ears are long and sharp, it poking out from the curtain she called hair, a plus point of beauty in Satan's book.

She also has a great figure. Breast that is big yet firm, Hips that seduces even her--a deity. A hourglass body. Oh, she will absolutely ravish this dish after those clothes off.

"Now, my slave. Climb those stairs. With each staircase you has stepped, tell me one thing about yourself. And don't even think about fleeing, while your leash is not be held by someone, it doesn't meant it can't drag you up myself."

She gulpes, eyes never leaving the Satan's feet. She flinches with every move her new and first owner make. Maybe those days in 'training' has made her cautious and a little bit afraid.

She ascends,

First. "I have no name, for the name I have bore before now void, as I am a toy for you to use and named." 'My name is Lilia, but what can I say beside this line that has been drilled into me'

Second. "I have no home, for I reside within anything that Master order me to." 'My home was in eternal forest, who now covered in snow and ice. But now can I even say it's home when I no longer can reside in it?'

Third. "I have no wealth, for every thing I own now are yours and yours truly." 'I am an orphan, my mom died in birth and my father died when I was 20 years old. And now I have no wealth left, except my 178 years experiences'

Fourth. "I have no one to go back into, except Master." 'I had a lover who betrayed me and my heart. I have recovered, but have no pair of arms I can sucumbs to for a hug. My own hands are cold'

Fifth. "I have no dream, except to be an useful tool for Master." 'I have a dream to be a traveler. I never step outside eternal forest, for it was surrounded by monsters. No one dare. Altough, I longs for the freedom and excitement of a traveler, and yet it will never come true. My wings has been clipped off'

Sixth. 'I have no desire. What Master desire is what I strive to obtain. For I am nothing without Master. " 'I desire to have someone who understand me and always by my side so I always know I am not alone. It is impossible now, for I know I can't gaze to another emblem except those pair of black eyes, owned by her.'

Seventh-

"Stop."

The maiden with no name snapes her head. She looks straight into her Master (or Mistress? She didn't know which one to use to refer her. For legends and tale said Satan is a man, but this Satan is no male).

Did she do something wrong? She asks herself with such trembles. She hopes she did not offend Satan. Who knows what she will do.

Satan says, "Put your feet back to the sixth steps."

She obeys without another word while averts her gaze back to Satan's shoes. She doesn't have the confidence to look at her.

Those metalic shoes moves forward as Satan rises herself off her throne. The clicking sound created by metal meets metal bounces off the wall, somehow cut the heavy silence the maiden feels. How can one presence utterly shook her core? It's never been this afraid, even back then in 'training'

She stops right in front of her, the seventh steps in between the both of them. The slave silently thanks for the last step, if it wasn't for it, her knees will surely buckles. She is not a scared cat, however. After all if one lives like her, they cannot be afraid, or they will be six feet under much sooner.

Something about her presence is intimidating. The King himself, who are known to be fearless and quite prideful, was shaking in fear infront of this mighty being. Is it because she is much taller than her? Or is it because her dragonic trait?

She no longer ponders inside her head when Satan raises her tail. The tip lifts her chin and now her green meets those black eyes. Such intensity, ex-named-Lilia claims inside her heart.

As they stared at each other, Satan noticed her white pupil glows as she keeps mum. This shell she clothed her presence with, are such a perfect replica of what she imagines. Those pupils she adored are not unlike the moon inside water. A reflection of reflection. Heh, Satan chuckled to herself, maybe once she finished with this imbecile universe, she'll become a poet.

A smell so intense fills her nostril. What is that?

Ah... it seems her slave are afraid of her. Perfect.

Altought, while the smell of her fear is fragrant, it was different for what Satan see. Her eyes saw restrain from the slave, as if something holding her wills captive, and it's not because of her. It is disrespectful in her book, but she will let this one slide. Only once, because her slave didn't know better.

"I deem you unworthy to be one of my kin, the judge you calls monster that lurks within the darkness to strip wretched one from its right. This last step is not meant to be you, because one that may step on it is only I and those I saw worthy."

Satan smirks before bending forward; tilting the poor slave's chin up.

"But I think I have something else for you, one that still ties you to me, without being one of my kin."

Satan points a fingertip right to her forehead. A red glow emits and force itself to enter the skin. Altough it was not painful for the slave, she did feel something lurks in the skin of her forehead. And unbeknownst to her, a mark appears in the form of 歩; which mean pawn.

From those (hers) pair of lips, comes out a long tongue. The fang of viper pokes out, silently grating the itch in Satan's tongue. She brought her face closer, until her victim's cheek meet her nose. She relishes the floral fragrance she suprisingly found from the other's smooth hair, just under the distracting smell of fear. Hm, sometimes she hopes she can pick out when will this ability of hers to smell negative motion to be on or off.

It doesn't meant she hates this particular ability. In fact, she can't imagines eternity without being able to smell that. It was addicting, like a calm sedate mixed with drug, making her drunk but sometimes it's like a bunch of energy slaps her in the face, making her excited.

She, who want to taste the origin of the smell, laps her cheek; and be full of glee once she taste it. More, she giggles to herself. She wants more of this high quality snack (she once again praises the King's eyes; it is indeed worth much, even if this woman is not the 'right' answer).

Satan sighs happily before licking the left earlobe.

"I will taste more of you soon, Lilia."