Chapter 2
Agatha opened her eyes one day, her Theion had tired her completely from a looong millenia of love. She knew immediately when it had happened, however she also knew that she wouldn't be able to do what she needed to without the correct conditions. She quickly went to a parallel Earth Universe and searched with her Misery. She needed a pure heart surrounded by misery, alone with no pleasure. She finally found a soul.
Anihara was a small girl born to a conservative family. Her father had hated her, as had her mother, simply because she was a girl. She didn't understand why until she was older. By then, her efforts to be loved had resulted in her brothers hating her. One day, as she had been walking home, it had been dark but not dark enough for people to not see her and she had always tried to be strong but she wasn't fed enough… a man grabbed her. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't know what to do. When she opened her eyes after being knocked out cold, she noticed that she was freezing and could feel the dust of the floor on her breasts. Her naked body, small, underfed, underaged, stared at the golden bars of a cage. Her hands cuffed, her feet chained. She struggled to look around when she noticed a large man staring at her.
"Who are you?" She asked as his eyes tore down her reaction, however she couldn't quite pin-point what he thought. Suddenly, the room filled with more men and a gas as they all put on masks. She screamed however she soon fainted. After weeks of endurance, her small, fragile body fell. Her mind broken, her spirit torn. However, even at her last breath she hoped that her family would come, even if she was a girl, even if she wasn't good enough. They would find her, wouldn't they?
"A heart so pure and loving in a life of horror." Agatha's voice filled the room of the dead that stored Anihara, shaking her with fear. The room was filled with food, however the girl only ate as much as she had been allowed all her life. There was a TV, books, games, anything the girl would ever want, however all she did was sit and wait. Wait for someone to take her and love her.
"Who are you?" She asked to the room, not knowing where the voice came from. She felt the room change, the walls stripping away, the food disappearing, as she stared at the galaxy whilst standing on the night sky.
"My name is Agatha. Will you allow me to love you in another life?" The pact needed to be made, however the girl didn't realise what the pact truly meant. Though she agreed, she never knew that the pact would result in a life she would never get used to. A life filled with love beyond that she would ever know, a life that perhaps wouldn't end.
"Will you really love me?" She asked. She didn't believe the beautiful lady of the night. She recalled asking her mother if she loved her once, her mother stared at her and turned her face away. She wondered why her brother's were always told how much they were loved, so she asked her mother if she loved her. The response left a scar on the five year old. Her teenage self stared with wonder and hope.
"Yes, more than you know. Your name may change, your father may be different to your expectations, however you can win him over. I promise it. You will live a life longer than you know, and you will always be loved by me." She put the girl down and shrunk to the same size as she kissed her forehead and a glowing light from her stomach travelled into the girl. Suddenly the world changed, and the girl found herself in a dark, warm, lovely place, another in the same area as her. She found herself drawn to the other body, however she couldn't move.
One day, she didn't know how long after, the other being left her, and as she tried to follow him out, she felt light for the first time. She didn't know when, but as she opened her eyes, she saw a pretty woman. The woman held her with love, her ear near the lady's heart, she felt the beats fade away. My… mother? She wondered. However, she was quickly picked up and separated from her brother and the lady. Another woman looked at her pitifully before putting her into a comfy basket. She knew that she had just been born, she could tell because of the blood on her hands. She felt the lady clean her, and hang out her bosom so that she could suckle on the milk. She tried her best and managed to drink a decent amount of milk, she smiled at the taste, making flowers bloom in the nurse's heart. However, she didn't know why the surroundings were different when she woke up. She was alone and she was in… a place with many trees. Perhaps a forest.
She called for the lady, she was hungry and had also excreted in her pants. She called and called until her voice went hoarse. She thought of the Goddess and wondered if she could help. As she thought of it, the Goddess appeared, her eyebrows creased. "My poor child, I will try to help you." Her promise and pain were felt by Delilah, she wondered if this was because of their odd link. Agatha managed to find a kind witch, why was this woman a witch? Because she was a woman who's intelligence rivalled men, perhaps even surpassed theirs. However, many of these men couldn't stand it, and had her shunned. However the King and Prime Minister realised her importance and ensured that she was always safe and made sure that the witch would still help the kingdom and not help another kingdom.
The Gods and Goddesses had been unable to bless women in this country for five hundred years because of the anger of Pangea, caused because a woman, Pandora, who had been blessed by quite an important Goddess, Serena, had decided to betray her Goddess. The Goddess, in her rage said that only Gods and Goddesses whose powers were superior to hers could bless a woman, however Theion had always been pledged to the king of the nation. This only left the Being and Agatha. Both of whom were not interested in this universe's Earth's humans. Before that, women had been cursed by Serena because of another instance and betrayal where she made all women inferior to men and only let some Gods and Goddesses bless women. The problem actually lay in how useless Serena was as a Goddess, however no one wanted to or could be bothered to fight her opinions.