Prologue

I stare into an endless void, hoping for a voice. I see stars, and the moon above me, wondering if there is any meaningful reason for the celestial bodies to stare at me so... I have been on one hell of a journey so far, running from my past, and those that hunt me.

Today seems to be the end for the game though. They have caught me. They all keep looking at me with disgust, and hate. The guy in the middle, whom seems to be the leader speaks to me, "So, little lady, did you think you could run from your fate as our sacrifice"?

I stare at him blankly, wondering if he is stupid. Should I have let myself be captured and tortured? Should I have let myself die without a fight? Nay, I can't let myself do such a thing. My pride is too great, even if the King himself begged, I would have ran. I don't care if the demons destroy the world, I want to die on my own terms. I would rather fight and die a warrior, even though I am so weak.

If the whole world died because I wanted to die with honor, so be it. Just because the demons asked for a sacrifice, me, it doesn't mean I am willing. But what do they care, if it buys them time to fight back. Greedy bastards. Sacrificing multiple people a weak by giving us to the Demon King for his own amusement. I am a royal. Not a pauper.

I finally decide on what I should say, glaring at my captors. "You think I don't know what is at stake? I understand that we will lose to the demons no matter what. We are not able to counter such a huge invasion, so why should I die in a weak manner? I would rather fight instead of listening to you weaklings, for I am the Queen of Ikena, follower of the Accord of Prophets, Arianna Mitchell Black". I look around at there drawn weapons, thinking. If they want me to die, fine. I will die, just not as a sacrifice. I look the leader of the Kings Guard in the eye and smirk. Surrounded, check. Tired, sure. Willingness to kill myself to screw everyone over, heh, oh yeah.

I dash forward in a faint, acting like I'm going to attack. The captain holds his sword up prepared to hit me with the flat of his blade. I dart left to his second who holds firm, sword straight out, and I jump. He is shocked, seeing me move so quickly straight at him, and he isn't able to react. I put my arms around the blade as I fall, putting it right in my path. It slides in easily, right through the middle of my breasts, piercing my heart.

I feel my body scream in pain, as I stand there. The guards are talking but I can't hear them anymore. My blood is flowing down the blade and onto the ground, and I feel light headed all of a sudden. I cough in guards face, covering it in blood. I smile weakly, and put my middle finger in his face, losing consciousness. I hope my death ends this bigoted world, praying the gods forsake them.