Dianna B. Lowen

Dianna's POV

It's been 3 weeks after I set sail to find civilization, judging from my search spell, I'm only 2 days away from reaching land, I wish I could search for Lucifer with magic but he'll most likely sense it and avoid it, so not only would it be pointless to use the spell, the f#cker will be aware of my existence and be more on guard or even become desperate and the last thing I want, is a desperate king of an evil race.

To be honest, these were some boring weeks, I mean I couldn't really train (out of the dream world anyway) since if something happens while my fuel's low then I'm as good as straight up f#cked.

Solitude was never a problem for me, nah in fact I love it, I don't need to bother talking to people, I can think and act in peace, I can enjoy my hobbies without issues. Although I'd like to see my loved ones once in a while, I gotta say, solitude is the way. I've always felt like that even while I was a mortal and had no clue that people existed out there that can blow up continents with a thought.

I was born in a world where extremely few could surpass the limits of humans naturally, when I say naturally, I mean without drugs or mech involved, just working out and absorbing whatever energy there is in the air to nurture themselves. That's how low-dimensions are like usually.

According to the calendar they used then, it was year 3992, people had used up most of the resources of the planet for their desires, people died of illnesses and hunger, The civilians and bums were treated like they were trash but one day some smart ass, high up in the ladder politician came up with the "ingenious" idea to eradicate every low class citizen in the world to save the "higher" class.

As you can imagine, people didn't take that order silently. Unlike what everyone in the high class thought, the rebels, with high morale and incredible strategy, along with some makeshift weapons were a serious threat .

I was born one year after the war started in 3993. My mom was a prostitute, she would serve with her body and in return get the protection of the clients, not that they would protect her with their lives but it was better than nothing, I was one of her accidents and therefore gave me the bare minimum of care so I do the same line of work with her, once I grew up old enough. Honestly, I never looked at her as a mother, but more like one of the sons of b#tches on my hit list. Yes I had a hit list when I was like 3. That bloody wh#re that called herself my "mother" beat me, took most of my food, would make steal, ate most of the food and barely gave anything to me once every 3 days and she would f#ck in the same room as me. She was a rotten person to the core, there was simply no good in her. Thankfully, one day she was r#ped to death and oh boy, was I happy when her eyes lost all clarity and her chest stopped going up and down. I observed from start to finish her death while hiding inside an old box. I can still remember smiling with joy when I witnessed her fate. I know, it's sick for a 5 year old to think like that but my feelings were true. Jesus, now that I think about it, that was probably the first time I felt true happiness, other than when I had food or wasn't hit. Anyway, back to the depressing history lesson.

Even though the high class had soldiers, better equipment and high tech robots, the battle between the Rebels and the High class remained at a stalemate. Until the High class chose to take things one step further and started experimenting with drugs on the captured rebels.

The experiments were painful and traumatizing for all who went through it, Fortunately I never went through it, even with my mind and heart of steel, I would easily break with my mental strength back then.

After the rebels found out what the high class had done to their brethren. They finally stopped playing nice, they simply lost it. At the start, they were simply trying to be free, no more no less, their intentions were pure. However, the experimentations that happened to their comrades in arms enraged them and so they started playing dirty too.

At some point, from conducting evil deeds only when they had no choice, they started turning into tyrants and before anyone knew, they were no different from the people they originally tried to bring down.

And so, with both sides corrupted and evil, they kept using people as tools and simply stopped giving any f#cks about human rights and morals. People kept dying unnecessarily or commited suicide, due to the pressure of living in such a war, for 17 years and before anyone knew, there were barely a few thousand people survivors, most of them 1 step away from death.

Both sides were finally tired of this war and simply didn't want to have to do anything with conflict, so they made peace with each other and worked together to improve their health and nature, of course some people from both sides did not wish to work together, as they had personal grudges with each other but no one really gave a sh#t about them and let them kill themselves off somewhere else.

During that time, all I did was scavenge, steal, pickpocket, kill and hide from the surface, I witnessed pretty much the entire war from the moment my mom died, in the shadows. I never really took part in it as it just turned dumb at some point, with both sides being d#cks to everyone, I was basically what'd you call a lone wolf, I would rarely interact with anyone, unless if I wanted to kill them.

I helped for a few months the rest of the survivors in the whole rebuilding plan but when I was alone one night, I sh#t you not, Orion appeared out of f#cking nowhere, full blasting his divine aura, making me bow and pray before him like the desperate atheist I was. This old bastard then told me of higher worlds, cultivators, magic and all that jazz, finally asking me to become his disciple.

Of course I answered almost immediately with an impolite "F#CK YEAH" before getting a slap to my head and a lecture about manners and respect and sh#t.

As for why I accepted to become his disciple immediately? Well I had no loved ones there ( not that I wanted any, just saying) and honestly this world was no longer entertaining. People were still depressed even if the war stopped and building a new age would not end in my generation so I might as well go out there and turn into a mother f#cking godess!

When I decided to become Orion's granddaughter and disciple, he gave me a new name (my previous one was titles like soul reaper, moon mistress, death god and stuff like that, what? You think the rebels and the high class were the only ones to do crazy sh#t? )

My new name thus became

Dianna B. Lowen

To be continued <--------