Legend Of Goddess Of Humanity–(Long Chapter)

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, before kingdoms or the reign of demons, the world was divided into tribes rather than nations. In this ancient time, humanity faced threats from powerful beasts and restless spirits rather than the demons that would one day emerge. The social structure was simple—small, mid-scale, large, and above all, the super-tribes, which wielded the greatest influence.

Among the most revered and powerful, One of these tribes was the Seraphine tribe, ruled by a beautiful woman named Savitri Seraphine. She was the epitome of grace, her golden hair and golden eyes shining like a goddess, her beauty renowned across the world. She was said to be the most beautiful woman of her era, her elegance and charm so captivating that every man desired her hand in marriage. Some believed she could have easily created a reverse harem if she wished, as her beauty held sway over hearts across every tribe.

Despite the legions of powerful suitors, to everyone's shock, Savitri fell in love with someone unexpected—a simple servant named Satyavan. He had no noble title, no extraordinary abilities, not even a family name, but he had a pure heart and a gentle, honest nature that deeply touched her. Satyavan was an ordinary man, a lowly servant with no magical awakening or special powers, but Savitri saw in him what no one else did.

When the time came for Savitri to ascend to the throne of the Seraphine tribe, she did something that no one could have anticipated. She proposed to Satyavan, asking him to be her husband. The world was stunned by the news. How could the heir of the mighty Seraphine tribe—a woman desired by so many—choose a mere servant as her partner? But for Savitri, it wasn't about status or power. Satyavan's kindness, sincerity, and the way he cherished her as a person, not just for her looks, was what won her heart.

Their marriage became a sensation. Word of the union spread quickly, despite the limited communication methods of the time, igniting envy and outrage across the world. The men who once dreamed of marrying Savitri now burned with jealousy. Satyavan became the sworn enemy of every man who had ever hoped to win her favor. He was hated not for who he was, but for what he represented—the unattainable dream of being with Savitri.

As days turned into months, Satyavan and Savitri faced more challenges than they had ever imagined. Despite their love, the world was not kind to them. The envy of those who couldn't bear to see a servant as the queen's husband turned into cruel schemes. Assassination attempts became so frequent that it almost became routine. People close to Savitri, even her own trusted servants, began betraying her, trying to harm Satyavan in secret.

Although many loyal to the queen stood by their side, protecting him, there was only so much Savitri could do. Satyavan was not an awakened individual, and his lack of powers made him an easy target. After five long years of constant threats, the inevitable finally happened. One fateful day, one of the enemies succeeded in their plan. Satyavan was killed.

The moment Savitri saw his lifeless body, her world shattered. It was like a bolt of lightning had struck her, leaving her breathless and in disbelief. How could she go on without him? Her heart ached with unbearable grief, and for a fleeting moment, she thought of joining him in death, burning the world along with her. But her will, as strong as iron, refused to bend.

Tears poured from her eyes as she knelt beside his still body, touching his face gently, the warmth of his life fading. She sobbed uncontrollably, her body trembling with the weight of her pain. But deep inside, something stirred, a fire of defiance that would not be extinguished.

"I won't let them win. I won't let this be our ending," she whispered through her sobs, wiping her tears with one determined swipe. Her eyes flared with resolve, her face hardening with a new purpose. "No! I will not accept this. I'll bring my husband back to life, no matter what it takes!" she shouted, her voice full of anger and desperation.

Her words echoed through the hall, and everyone around her—maids, guards, and council members—gasped in shock. It was an impossible declaration. If Satyavan had been an awakened person, there might have been a way to resurrect him. But reviving a normal man who had already passed? It was madness. Whispers filled the air. Had their beloved queen lost her mind in her grief? Had Satyavan's death driven her to foolishness?

Savitri, despite the murmurs and doubts of those around her, didn't waver. In her heart, she already knew the answer to her grief—she would seek out the wisdom of Lord Parshuram.

Lord Parshuram was no ordinary sage. Though he lived as a saint, he was always seen with his axe, Parshu, held firmly in his right hand. The two had a history, one that stretched back to Savitri's childhood. She had once wandered off into the forest, lost and afraid. It was Parshuram who had found her, protected her, and guided her back. Even after returning to her tribe, Savitri sought him out regularly. Under his tutelage, she learned not only combat skills and martial arts but also the wisdom of battle tactics—knowledge that shaped her into the warrior queen she would become.

Now, in her time of despair, she was certain that Parshuram would hold the answers she sought.

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"Lord Parshuram, please enlighten this disciple of yours onto the right path," Savitri pleaded, bowing low, her forehead touching the ground.

Despite being a queen, her reverence for the sage was clear, addressing him as "Lord" and humbling herself before him. They stood in the heart of the forest, the quiet air around them thick with unspoken grief. Parshuram, an elderly man with a long, flowing beard, sat before her, dressed in a simple monk's robe. His aura, however, was anything but simple.

"Do not bow your head," Parshuram's voice was firm yet warm, "You are like a daughter to me. There is no need to hesitate when asking something of your father. Please, do not disrespect me by lowering yourself so."

Savitri slowly lifted her head, tears still streaming down her face, unable to contain the overwhelming emotions surging within her. Parshuram, already aware of her heartache and loss, spoke gently, his voice layered with both wisdom and warning.

"I can help you, but what I will tell you goes against the very laws of nature. Once I reveal this knowledge, you will never be able to see me again. Do you accept this?" he asked, his gaze deep and unwavering.

For a brief moment, Savitri paused, the weight of his words heavy on her shoulders. But then, with renewed determination, she bowed her head again. "I know I cannot apologize enough for this. I know the value of having you in my life is priceless. One of your greatest teachings was to never become too greedy, but... my heart and soul already belong to someone else. I have become too greedy, and I have failed your expectations."

Parshuram listened, his expression softening rather than showing any sign of anger or disappointment. A small, understanding smile crept across his face.

"There are times when greed can be a powerful force for good," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Now that you have chosen your path, don't allow that greed to falter. Walk this road with conviction. I will tell you the way to bring your husband back to life."

Parshuram's voice was calm and steady as he said, "Grant Wish Essence Stone."

Savitri's eyes widened with confusion, her heart pounding as she raised her head and sat back, trying to understand. "Grant Wish Essence Stone?" she echoed, the words foreign and puzzling.

"Yes," Parshuram replied, his tone still indifferent. "Once you refine it and use it, you'll be able to summon a being capable of granting any wish. But remember, even that being cannot go against the laws of nature. It won't give you things like true immortality or bring a normal person back to life," he explained.

Savitri's brow furrowed. "Then how can I bring my husband back to life?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration.

Parshuram's lips curled into a small smile. "That's for you to figure out. You can't make your wish directly. You'll have to approach it in an indirect way, and only you can think of that path," he said.

Savitri remained silent, absorbing his words. She knew better than to press further. Parshuram then began to reveal the recipe for the Grant Wish Essence Stone.

The list of ingredients and steps seemed endless. Parshuram spoke for half an hour straight, detailing every component. And as he explained, he made it clear—he would only say this once, and then he would disappear forever. Savitri had to remember everything after hearing it just one time.

When the final word of the recipe was spoken, there was a soft "swosh," and Parshuram vanished before her eyes. The forest was quiet again, leaving Savitri alone with her thoughts and the enormous task ahead of her.

Her heart raced, not with fear, but with determination.

Savitri wasted no time once she returned to her tribe, her heart burning with determination. She gathered her people and urgently commanded them to search for the elusive Longevity Essence Stones. These stones, rare and incredibly valuable, were ranked from D to A, each rank increasing in power.

Rank D stones could extend life by ten years, Rank C up to a hundred years, and Rank B stones by five hundred years. But the most powerful of them all—Rank A stones—could stretch a lifespan by a full thousand years. Savitri needed nothing less than the highest rank if she was to accomplish her goal.

For twenty long years, her tribe scoured the land, searching tirelessly for Longevity Essence Stones. The journey was grueling, but Savitri's will never wavered. One by one, they found stones of lower ranks, but she was not satisfied. She needed the Rank A stone, and at last, after two decades, she finally managed to refine one.

With the stone in hand, Savitri extended her life by a thousand years, her spirit strengthened and her resolve unshaken. But the battle was far from over. With her newfound time, she set her sights on her ultimate goal—refining the Grant Wish Essence Stone.

Her quest was long and brutal. She fought in countless battles, annihilating tribes and forging a path through the world. Her reputation as a warrior queen spread far and wide. Many sought her hand in marriage, but she refused them all, her heart still tied to the love she had lost. Nothing could distract her from her mission.

After one hundred and fifty years of searching, fighting, and gathering the necessary ingredients, at the age of 195, she finally had everything she needed. Without hesitation, she left her tribe and traveled to the towering Himalaya Mountains, where she would refine the Grant Wish Essence Stone.

At the very peak of the Himalaya Mountains, Savitri sat cross-legged, surrounded by storage essence stones filled with rare essence stones and countless other ingredients. Her task was clear—refine the Grant Wish Essence Stone, no matter the cost.

As soon as she began, the skies responded. Dark clouds gathered, lightning cracked through them, and the ground beneath her trembled as if struck by waves of countless earthquakes. It felt as if heaven and earth were in turmoil, breaking apart under the sheer power of the refining process. Yet, Savitri remained unmoved, her mind focused and her body steady.

Seasons came and went, testing her resolve. Torrential rain soaked her from head to toe, but she didn't flinch. A scorching summer followed, with sweltering heat that could break the strongest of wills. But still, she did not move. And as time passed, cold, unforgiving snow covered the mountain, piling upon her, yet Savitri refused to be distracted.

Slowly, the river of time flowed onward. Five hundred years passed, unnoticed by anyone in the world below. The kingdom she left behind assumed she was dead, as she had vanished without a trace. Only her legendary battles remained in the hearts of those who remembered her.

On the mountain, Savitri's body had been buried beneath layers of dirt and mud. Her form, once radiant, had become part of the cliff itself, her face hidden under the earth. Then, finally, after centuries of unwavering focus, a mystical light appeared. The clouds above shifted into a rainbow of colors, and the air itself seemed to shimmer with anticipation. The moment had arrived—Savitri had successfully refined the Grant Wish Essence Stone.

The stone took the form of a white buffalo's head, with two simple horns. However, what made it truly extraordinary was the glowing halo that floated above it, marking it as a divine creation. The stone, roughly the size of a basketball, pulsed with a power beyond imagination.

As the dirt and mud cracked away from her body, Savitri stood tall, her muscles stiff from centuries of stillness. A smile of triumph spread across her face—she had done it. Without wasting a single moment, she reached for the essence stone, ready to use it.

Savitri gathered all her mana and activated the Grant Wish Essence Stone, her hands trembling as she channeled every last bit of her energy into it. Instantly, the very fabric of reality seemed to crack open. The air in front of her rippled, and suddenly a jagged tear appeared in space and time. Her breath caught as she watched, eyes wide in disbelief, as a hand emerged from the rift, followed by the figure of a towering being.

This being, made entirely of cosmic energy, radiated an otherworldly blue light. His form was that of a muscular middle-aged man, yet his presence was far beyond anything she had ever felt. His aura was so powerful, so overwhelming, that it was as if the entire world bent around him. Savitri could only stare, her heart racing.

He looked down at her for a moment, his gaze piercing but calm, and then spoke with a voice that was both gentle and commanding. "Speak, child. What is your desire? But remember, I cannot grant you something like true immortality," he said, his words filled with the weight of universal law.

Without hesitation, Savitri's eyes lit up with determination. "I don't seek immortality," she replied firmly. "I just want my husband back!" Her voice wavered, but the fire in her heart did not.

The cosmic being paused, falling into deep thought. He scratched his head thoughtfully before responding, "I am truly sorry, but that is also against the law of nature. Your husband was a mortal. If he had been an awakened being, I could have done something, for they go to the Gate of Judgment, Heaven, or Hell. But your husband, as a normal man, has gone to the Hollow Land, where there is no return. In time, he will become part of the essence that replenishes heaven and earth. This is nature's law, and it cannot be broken."

Savitri's heart shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she collapsed to the ground in despair. "No!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I want my husband back! Bring him back!" Her pleas echoed across the mountain, but the being remained firm.

"I cannot," he said softly, his tone filled with regret. "Please, wish for something else."

But Savitri wasn't ready to give up. Parshuram's words echoed in her mind—"Only you can find the way." She paced back and forth in desperation, trying to think of a solution. Time passed, and without her realizing it, a whole month had gone by with the cosmic being silently watching over her.

Suddenly, an idea struck her. Her eyes lit up with renewed hope as she turned to the being. "Yes! I don't have to wish directly for him to return… I have one wish!" she declared, her voice filled with confidence, as a spark of possibility glimmered in her mind.

Savitri turned to the cosmic being, her heart racing with excitement. "O Great Deity, grant me this wish..." She paused, taking a deep breath as the idea solidified in her mind. "I wish to bear three children by my husband," she declared with determination.

The cosmic being scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Wish of having kids? Hmph...Such a simple wish? Granted!" he said dismissively. His body began to fade into thin air, as the laws of nature required that he disappear once the wish was fulfilled.

But as he started to vanish, his eyes widened with sudden realization. He had been tricked. Savitri's wish to bear her husband's children required her husband to be alive. Without him, how could she conceive? Her wish, though indirect, demanded that he be brought back to life.

"Tricks... such cowardly tricks!" he shouted in rage, his once calm cosmic-blue eyes turning a furious red. As his form began to fully dissolve, his voice rang out one last time, filled with spite. "I curse you! Your children will only bring disaster to this world!"

Despite his angry words, Savitri paid no attention. She brushed off the curse as if it had no meaning, her focus entirely on the moment she had long waited for. Then, in a flash of light, the space before her twisted and shimmered. The form of her husband, Satyavan, slowly appeared, his body whole and alive once again.

After over six hundred years, they were reunited. Savitri couldn't contain her joy. She ran to him, embracing him tightly, tears of happiness streaming down her face. Satyavan smiled warmly, returning her embrace with love and affection.

Together, they returned to her tribe, and the world trembled with the news of their reunion. It was as if a divine miracle had occurred, and soon word spread across the lands. People hailed her as a goddess, the one who had defied death and brought her husband back to life. Her fame soared beyond imagination, and she became the most revered figure of her time.

Upon reclaiming her throne, she expanded her territory across the known world, becoming a ruler without equal—a woman who had conquered everything. This time, no one dared harm her beloved Satyavan. She was worshiped as an angel, a fallen divine being, and countless people prayed in her name.

Years passed, and eventually, Savitri became pregnant. When the time came, not with twins, but with triplets, her joy knew no bounds. However, when the maids held her newborns in their hands, their eyes widened in shock.

When Savitri laid eyes on her newborns, she was filled with awe and confusion. All three of her sons had different appearances, but two features stood out as eerily similar. First, they were all boys. Second, their eyes glowed a vivid red—each with its own unsettling intensity. Aside from this, they couldn't have looked more different from one another.

The first child had dark blue hair, contrasting sharply with his piercing red eyes. His pupils were unlike any human's—they were slit like a snake's, or perhaps even like a dragon's. He also had large, sharp fangs peeking out from his mouth, giving him an animalistic appearance. He was the first of his kind, a being who would later become known as the first wolf-man, **Lycaon**.

The second child looked completely different. His hair was silver-white, shimmering like moonlight, and his skin was pale, almost ghostly. His red eyes were more normal than his brother's, but his beauty was striking. Even as a baby, it was clear that he would grow into a breathtakingly handsome man. This child would be known as the first vampire, **Cain**.

The third and final child had the most chilling presence of all. His hair was as black as night, and his red eyes were far darker than those of his brothers. His aura was filled with an overwhelming sense of gloom, as if he carried a shadow with him wherever he went. His sclera—the whites of his eyes—were pitch black, and beneath his crimson gaze, his pupils bore strange, multiple ring-like shapes that seemed to spin in a hypnotic, eerie manner. This child was unlike anything the world had ever seen; he was the first true demon, destined to become the **Demon King, Aurora**.