The Vixen Demon was Accidentally Reincarnated as the Chosen One

The white, marble temple was usually quiet, and beautiful; serene. The walls and floors were so smooth and clean that blurry reflections in them mirrored the inhabitants from nearly all angles.

The ceiling throughout the entire temple was the only thing that wasn't made of marble; it was clear, nearly invisible glass, and it created the most heavenly feel when the natural light radiated through the panes. 

But there was nothing heavenly or serene about the silence of the magnificent temple today. 

Froth's soft whimpers was one of the two sounds that broke the silence inside the throne room. The pathetic man hid behind the golden chair at the top of the stairs; It was his throne but he cowered behind it like the weakling he was. 

Eris's black stiletto heels clicked against each step as she eagerly walked up the stairs to him; the tail of her long, elegant figure-hugging black dress gracefully dragging against the steps behind her as she ascended them. 

"Stop!" Her stride was rudely interrupted by another man bursting through the doors at the bottom of the stairs behind her. "I will kill you for what you've done!" 

The woman lowered her head as she listened to the man's nonsense; her long, black hair falling forward, just over shoulders, while her curved-in, red devil horns on both sides of her head pointed towards her original target. A smug grin formed upon her red lips; her crimson eyes glistening with excitement at the sound of his voice. She twisted her body around to face him, the man already dashing at her with his angel wings flapping frantically. 

She chuffed at his bravery, simply turning into a black cloud of smoke before collapsing to the ground, only turning back when he was just past her. As she became whole again, she grabbed his ankle with one of her dainty hands, stopping him instantly as he fell to the stairs, his skull hitting one with a loud thud. 

She unsurprisingly didn't break a sweat despite his size difference; she even flipped him onto his back while keeping a vice-like grip on him.

"It's a shame I can't get a true challenge anymore," she groaned, looking down at the man as he pleaded with his eyes. "Are you really scared? Am I not allowed to defend myself? You attacked me first, or are all angels dumb?" She began to sniffle like she was upset, and as she raised her free hand up, the man began to plead and cry loudly for his life. "If I let you go, you may try to kill me again! What good will that do?" 

"No, no! I swear I won't! All hail Eris!" His voice was shaking so bad it was hard for her to understand him. 

"Alright," she smiled, her grip only marginally loosening, "I'll make it quick since you repent for your sins." 

"What?" He squeaked. 

Eris snapped her fingers, and he instantly exploded in her hand like a giant water balloon, painting the vicinity red. "Ugh, my dress." Eris pouted, as it began to drip from being saturated; though her entire body was red from head to toe. She flicked her hand a few times like she was shaking it free of water. 

After only a shrug, she restarted her ascension, only having gone back 2 steps from the minor interruption. 

70 steps in total and she was only 20 away. 

"Please! I surrender!" Froth, the supposed strongest angel pleaded with Eris, the demon who was determined to be the most powerful entity in the world; He was the only person standing in her way. 

She had defeated every strong being from every species, except for the angels; The ultimate challenge, or so she thought. 

"No can do," She replied, her voice cheerful. "To kill you means I'll be named the most powerful fucking person ever," she squealed with excitement. "If you had just sacrificed yourself sooner, a lot of innocent people would have lived. I'm really not a horrible person," she jested. 

10 steps away. 

"I'll renounce the title!" Froth was the strongest angel in their world, proven by battle and given a temple of his own as a result. "Anything!" 

Eris finally reached the throne, his words meaningless. Her black stilettos became silent; the only sound left was his whining and droplets of blood dripping back to the floor. "If you weren't in my way, I could have made you my servant or something; you're a pretty face." 

Froth let out a fearful exhale, before emerging from behind his throne. His white armor glistening in the sunlight that shined through the glass above. 

"Nice armor," Eris remarked, eyeballing his spotless attire. 

"Leave now, demon!" His voice was hoarse, and immediately following his demand, his white angelic wings rose up from his back as his blue eyes began to glow. 

Eris didn't falter, she nearly teleported to him in a cloud of smoke, quickly placing her hands around his neck and squeezing; falling on top of him as he tumbled to the floor. 

She has trained eons to be the strongest. "To kill an Angel..." She started to recite, removing one hand from his neck as she straddled him, her knees pinning his arms down. "Step 1, clip their wings," She snapped her fingers and his outstretched wings were instantly sliced from his body. 

Froth winced through his excruciating gasps, but he was too weak to do anything. Her strength was incredible. 

It's the first time Froth has felt fear in a very long time. 

"Step 2..." 

Then the glass above them shattered, raining deadly shards down upon them like rapidly falling knives. Eris looked up, but before she could react, a bright, purple, ethereal beam hit the wrist of her raised hand before quickly engulfing her entire body. 

Believing it to be the angel's last attempt at saving himself, she went to snap her fingers one last time to end it all, but her sight suddenly faded to complete darkness, and she lost control of her body. 

She no longer sensed Froth's pulse upon her fingertips, and she felt like she was merely dreaming. She had an odd sensation her eyes were open but all she saw was darkness and it seemed like something was attempting to restrain her. 

What the fuck did that angel do!? 

Suddenly she felt the urge to shake, and as she did, she began to hear voices surrounding her. She wasn't in the temple anymore, but she also wasn't back in hell either. 

What's going on? Is this what happens when a demon dies? Was he still stronger than me? 

"Chosen one?" Eris heard an elderly man's curious calls repeating the same name over and over. 

Eris's crimson eyes shot open, her body immediately bolting forward. The rusty shackles around her wrists and ankles snapped off with her sudden jerk while the chains ripped from the wall they were fastened to.

Her right hand gripped whoever was closes to her; the face of a petrified young woman with shoulder length brunette hair. She was wearing a long, thin, black cloak; she looked like some type of witch. 

"Don't kill her!" The elderly voice shouted at her, and Eris listened. She considered herself somewhat reasonable. 

While she did obey, she also ignored him for a moment as she studied the room she was in. It appeared to be a circular room made of metal, with a large tube of water in the middle of it. She knew what it was; she had been put in one before when she was a young girl. Not far from it was a large console of numerous buttons and screens that seemed to be the controller of the tube. 

Despite the advancements of whatever test facility it was, the walls, had it not been for the metal showing through, appeared to be made of wooden bookshelves. There were also a couple long, oak tables that sat on either side of the room which held had an abundance of oddities, such as flowers, books, mortars and pestles, and bones. 

The room was a weird yet satisfying mix of olden times and modern; though no windows existed. 

With the way Eris was just strung up, she wasn't surprised at that find. 

As she finally turned to face him, she was met with the sight of a few young people dressed like the one in her clutch. They were hiding behind a hunched over, short, bald man that looked like he would turn to dust at any moment. The man lacked the robe the rest of them wore, so Eris assumed he was their leader. He was wearing a buttoned up, baby blue collared shirt, black trousers, an orange watch, and black loafers. 

"Where am I?" Eris demanded of him, her grip firm as the woman tried to free herself by scratching at Eris's arm. 

"Welcome to the world of Igoria," he happily greeted her. 

"Not much of a world in here, is it?" She looked down at her body, and to her disgust, she was wearing a short, pink floral dress, white hi-top sneakers and long, white tube socks. She also noticed a golden phone watch that was snug around the wrist of her right hand; the one that controlled the woman's fate. "You better tell me what's going on fast, or I will kill every single person in here." She warned, her threats sincere. She had lost her jolliness from before. 

The robed patrons with their hoods up whimpered simultaneously. 

"I would advise against that..." the old man threatened in return as he flicked his hand slightly while it stayed at his hip. 

Eris suddenly felt a burning sensation erupt throughout her body, and while painless, she didn't like it; immediately crushing the skull of the person in her hand like it was an egg. "Don't make me ask again."