《Path of Damnation》Day 27: A different point of view
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Sitting upon a lavish throne of gold and gems, inside of a room that had the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the pillars and every other nameable item that was made of gold of gems was a woman of unimaginable beauty.
Her golden hair shined as if it was a small sun, making everyone within the room don a smile upon their faces as they gazed towards her.
Her deep blue eyes glittered bewitchingly making both the men and the women in the room blush and turn away with a mere gaze at them.
Her luscious red lips would all make all men turn away and hide in embarrassment at their ‘exotic’ thoughts.
Her facial features would make anyone, man or women; do a triple-take to confirm whether or not their eyes were telling the truth.
But even though she could do all of this with looks alone, right now, not one man or women was smiling nor in bliss as one look towards her made them look away in fear.
The woman whose beauty was enough to bewitch any man was currently in a fit of rage.
Her golden hair that shined like a sun was now jet black and appeared as if it devoured all that came close to her.
Her deep blue eyes that glittered bewitchingly now shone dark red and looked as if they would claim your soul.
Her luscious red lips that would make all men imagine the ‘exotic’ were now black and terrifying.
Her facial features that would astound all men and women now sent shivers up their spine and make them tremble in fear as she now donned a horrifying visage.
And to complement her, the golden room was now dyed black and looked like the lair of demon.
This woman was none other than the avatar of Amiya herself.
The so called Goddess of Humanity.
Amiya hissed slowly as she looked at the women kneeling before her.
These women were the so called emissaries of ‘Amiya’ to the God of Damnation.
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Amiya was beyond angry as she had been planning on manipulating the dark god into becoming her tool to spread chaos across Thecillia.
But these imbeciles before her ruined that chance when they went and insulted him in her name.
Now because of these trashes, she would have to fight a god whose power level she had no idea about.
The women kneeling before her were shaking in fear, their mortal bodies shedding tears and mucus and the like as they felt my anger within their flesh.
They had no idea why I would be angry at them.
They thought I would praise them for their actions, because he was a ‘Dark god’ and I was the goddess of ‘light’.
My anger at their foolishness and my love for their loyalty conflicted within in me.
But that was a short battle as my love for myself was far greater than my love for anyone else.
And these fools have not only ruined my incredible plans but have also placed my precious life in danger.
I looked at them, contemplating how to deal with them.
Wondering how exactly I should torture them.
How exactly I should sink it into their beings that they have displeased me beyond measure.
But more than wondering how to enjoy myself with these trashes, I need to figure out how to deal with this ‘Dark God’.
I wonder what he is doing right now.
Is he preparing for war against me?
Is he simply ignoring me since he views me as nothing?
Is he panicking because he overestimated himself?
What could he be doing right now?
I would go check but leaving this place I built so that I could use 100% of my powers would be pure foolishness.
Coupled with the fact that the other gods want me dead as well because of what I did to the disgusting Beast who called herself a god.
I sighed as I contemplated how to deal with this disadvantageous situation all caused by these little shits.
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I kneeled, my head against the floor, my body and mind trembling in fear and confusion.
I couldn’t understand what I did to displease my lady.
I delivered a missive to the disgusting ‘dark god’ about what he should do should he like to live.
Even the thought of him brings bile to my throat.
My lady should be pleased with my actions as it allows us to mobilize our forces and destroy him and his vile presence upon Thecillia.
But instead her pureness has been corrupted and I am forced to contemplate my actions under this heavy dark aura.
My body is hurting and mind is getting more and more clouded with each second.
The pain is becoming unbearable.
Think I thought to myself.
Think harder about what I could have done to displease my lady.
I am almost certain it was not my actions against the vile being.
It must have been something else.
As I forced myself to go through the actions I had committed in the last few days I heard a dark sinister voice.
Amiya: “Rise woman” her words were simple but the tone and pressure made my body unresponsive.
I forced myself up slowly.
What should have been a two, three second motion became minutes long.
But in the end I did so.
I looked towards my lady and her h… hor… horri…. And her beautiful appearance I forced myself to smile and look at her.
Maybe if she sees my undying loyalty to her she will understand that she had made a mistake and I have done nothing to displease her.
As I showed her my forced smile, immediately pressure was gone and horr- beautiful visage of my lady returned to her pure and magnificent appearance.
The Temples great room returned to its previous magnificence.
Amiya: “Your loyalty to me has touched my heart, dear lady” she told me.
I over flowed with happiness at these words.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
I am unworthy of such words.
But before I could even reply to her I felt my voice suddenly disappear.
I felt my hearing disappear.
Like I was stuck I some void.
I couldn’t understand why.
I felt wet so I moved my hands down and touched my chest.
But I couldn’t feel anything.
I moved my hand lower and I still couldn’t touch anything.
But something kept dripping upon my hand.
I don’t understand.
I looked down and paled at the sight.
A huge hole had replaced my chest and abdomen.
Nothing remained aside from a strip on each side keeping my shoulders and head connected to my legs.
I looked up at my lady and saw her smile at me with blood flowing down from her lips.
Amiya: “You were delicious my dear, your loyalty let me give you a painless death, but your friends, not so much” and when I turned to my left to look at my companion my body couldn't even be shocked.
She was screaming or at least I assume she was screaming, but I could hear no sound.
She was being devoured by these weird disgusting wolves.
They looked mad and ravenous and they ripped her to shreds before me.
I turned to look the other way but when I turned half way, my face towards the throne I was met with my lady standing right before me.
Amiya: “Relax dear, your time on this world is now” and she smiled at me with her beautiful face “Over” and with a demonic voice I felt no more.
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Hey guys AK here~
I would have released this chapter yesterday.
But I got hit by a Motorbike that wasn't speeding to fast.
The result was a night in the hospital with a severely bruised thigh.
So I couldn't end up finallising it till today.
You'll still get 5 chapters, but just 1 day later.
If that makes sense.
That aside I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope it gives you more insight into the goddess of 'light'.
Love and peace, AncientKaiser~
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