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Is It Wrong to be all The World's Evil and Still be a Hero?
Chapter-1: To be all the World's Evil.
Beta: FirstTimeStoryTeller
Why were they doing this to me? I did nothing wrong!
I was just a child, no more than fourteen years old… I- I'm innocent! I wasn't a demon, I'm only human damn it!
It all started after my grandad died, the signs were subtle at first, just the occasional glare from the town elders, I was confused but brushed it off as hurt when they saw such a strong reminder of my grandad when looking at me.
Then the adults started doing it as well, people began to actively avoid me in the village, telling their kids to stay away and not play with me anymore, I didn't know what was going on…
It was only after I asked my old babysitter did things start to make sense.
''G-GET AWAY YOU DAEMON!'' The woman shrieked, a look of horror on her face as she looked down at me standing in her doorway. I'd only come to ask what was happening and why people were avoiding me, I didn't even have time to respond or defend myself when she grabbed her children and hid them behind her. ''STAY AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN YOU DEVIL!''
It hurt to be called those things… To be called a daemon by someone who used to care for you, who once laughed at your jokes, who used to treat you like one of her own kids when your guardian was away hunting monsters.
It hurt a lot…
It was the day after, that things became much worse, people started acting aggressive. Not out of spite but out of fear.
When I walked the streets people would shout curses, calling me things like 'bastard' or 'Death' as well as 'Murder'. I didn't understand, most weren't insults that I knew, they were just shouting words that had a bad meaning behind them at me.
I tried to ask one man about it, the local butcher and ended up having to run for my life when the man started to frantically throw things at me such as stones and even his lucky cleaver he used to cut chops.
No one would tell me what was happening, when I asked the elders they knocked me aside, when I asked the adults they would lash out angrily, throwing 'insults' or hurling stones.
When I asked the children they ran away, screaming about the 'scary daemon child trying to eat them.'
They had taken me on the same night, broke into my house while I was sleeping and dragged me away as I kicked and screamed to the abandoned church in town, there they bound me to an alter and tore off my clothes until nothing was left.
It was then, that one at a time, each person would walk up to me and scrawl something on my skin, be it a curse, swear, a word or a confession, they drew them all out on my skin in the form of a symbol with a thick black ink that stung when they rubbed it on.
It had taken nearly an hour when the last person finished, the town's mayor drawing a large tree like tattoo that moved from my stomach all the way up to my chest.
He muttered something about it being for the best and that he was sorry before leaving me to my fate. When the last mark had dried they unbound me and put me in torn red rags, giving me some closure as they dragged me out of the church towards the centre of the town.
In the end it all inevitably lead to here… In the town square surrounded by the entire populace, they jeered, screamed insults and threw rocks or even coins while I could do nothing.
I was shackled to a large wooden pole that was surrounded by stick, logs and old leaves. It was a bonfire, I'd seen many during my time such as when festivals were held, the town would gather lots of wood and burn it all while celebrating the harvests. But this was different than that, while the bonfire festivals had an air of joy and mirth around this… This was full of hatred and anger, all which was directed at me.
It was a few minutes later that the village mayor emerged from the crowd with a torch in his hand, I recognised it as the one used to light the bonfire each year causing my eyes to widen and my heart to pound.
A wave of mind numbing terror filled me soul as I began to struggle in the bonds.
I begged, cried and screamed as the man addressed the crowd, I wanted them to stop, I was confused and terrified, I wanted my granddad to come and save me, to stop them from burning me on the bonfire, he would say that everything was okay and we would leave the town and go to Orario where I'd become an adventurer like he always wanted me to. I would fulfil my dream of becoming a hero...
That was quickly dashed away when the mayor turned, and with the crowd's cheer he threw the torch at my feet causing the dried wood and leaves to catch on fire.
''Please! Stop! I'm scared!'' My pleas reached none of them, drowned out by the cheering of townspeople and crackling flames that licked my skin, causing unbearable pain. Soon my begs turned to screams of agony as the flames started to eat away at me, burning through skin and bone at an agonizing slow pace that prolonged the suffering.
The fear was overwhelming, it was suffocating, overpowering…
The hate, vicious, direct and fierce.
The regrets
Sadness
It was all too… Inhuman for one person to comprehend…
...
In a blink of an eye it appeared before me, a large shadow made up from the merging of man and horse, it's red eyes burned into my core, filled with hunger for the raw emotion that filled the air.
The Nuckelavee… I remembered grandad mentioning it.
It was a demon that once resided in the dungeon but escaped before adventures had become a thing, the famed Zeus familia had once gone to stop it but returned empty handed, unable to locate the beast.
My thoughts were interrupted when the demon extended a lanky arm, I shut my eyes, waiting for its hand to crush my head like a watermelon, but found them widening when the demon's large bony hands only tapped my forehead before vanishing into a puff of smoke leaving me to my fate. But oddly enough, I didn't feel pain when the flames consumed me, I didn't feel fear as fire consumed my vision. I didn't feel regret when my eyes started to close.
I could only feeling a burning anger for those who wronged me…
Everything turned dark, I felt the choking air and consuming flames die away into a chilling cold that caused me to shiver, as the chills reached through to my bones.
'Huh?'
I opened my eyes with a gasp, only seeing darkness ahead of me.
I started looking around frantically and saw that I was floating In a void, there was no light, no ground, I was completely weightless. It was daunting and my chest swelled with fear at the prospect of being dead.
''Am… Am I dead?'' I ask aloud, my voice filled with shock as I looked around frantically for some sort of exit, I couldn't be dead! I had so much to do! I needed to become a hero, to venture into the dungeon, to kill those who'd wrong me… Make them suffer...
I paused when the dark thought rang through my mind. Kill them? I was never someone who was so mean spirited, I didn't even joke about that kind of stuff which earned me the nickname 'Kind rabbit' from my grandad. He said I was too kind for my own good.
Hearing something behind me I turned my head to see an opening in the darkness, an abnormality in the darkness that held a blinding light within.
With a sound not far from wood splitting, the crack extended, going from the size of my hand to about my height and then bursting open, bathing me in light forcing me to cover my sensitive eyes with my arms.
It was then that I noticed that my arms were darker than normal, rather than there normal fair skin tone my skin was a caramel colour like one of the amazonian's who'd passed through my town a few months ago.
'Remember Bell! If you ever get the chance, bed an amazonian, they're as wild in bed as they are in a fight!' Now is not the time Grandad!
I didn't get much time to ponder on why my skin tone had drastically changed, as I was suddenly jerked towards the light at an alarming pace. I barely had time to voice my panic before I'd reached the opening in the void and was launched out into a dimly lit cave system.
The sudden return of gravity took its effect as an 'oof' was knocked out of my lungs when my back hit the ground. Groaning from the sudden impact I roll onto my hands and knees.
With a hiss I bring one of my arms up and shake it, the uneven and jagged ground was cutting into my palm, looking at my hand I frowned seeing a shallow but long cut.
Improvising, I grab hold of the red rags wrapped around my waist and put my grandads basic survival training to use, tearing a strip off and using it as a temporary band-aid. Next I looked around to survey the area, it was a dimly lit cave system with wide but short corridors and jagged edges.
Nothing out of the ordinary from your standard cave, or even poorly kept mine.
''Grah?'' Hearing a rough grunt behind me I turn my head back to see a small green figure standing behind me with a look of confusion in it's sickly yellow eyes, I froze recognising the child sized entity as a goblin, the weakest type of monster to be found anywhere in the world, their strength came from their traps and numbers rather than skill or strength.
See, one goblin alone wouldn't be a problem for me, even without a weapon I could definitely beat a goblin alone, but the problem with goblins is that they made up for there skill with numbers as I said earlier. Meaning rather than one single goblin I was looking at six.
''Gruh?'' Another goblin grunts, tilting its head in confusion when I scrambled away from the group. They looked between one another in confusion before looking back at me.
'Huh?'
Monster's were meant to attack you on sight, they hated the intelligent races of the world so why weren't they? I remember a year and a half ago where I was attacked by goblins and only came out of it alive when my grandad beat them all into mist with his fists.
''Hurh.'' The goblin at the front grunts and steps forwards prompting me to take a step back, which caused It to pause. Ha, no way I'm letting those things get close to me, Goblin's weren't as stupid as they let on, they commonly lured people into a false sense of security to get a drop on them and thus kill them.
''Gurh.''
Having had enough of the group of weird goblins, I ran away from them, turning tail and booking it down the corridor leaving the group of confused goblins in my wake.
Admittedly running through a maze of sharp rocks probably wasn't the smartest idea I had, due to the fact I had no idea where to go and constantly bumped into the walls when I suddenly had to make sharp turns. The uneven ground didn't exactly do any favours for me either, it hurt like hell to run through the caves but I was to worried about getting caught by the goblin's to stop now, I'd rather have sore feet than a knife in my side.
Reinforcing this idea of it being a bad idea to run through the cave system, I came across another turn in the corridors and naturally followed the path, getting used to the layout enough to avoid running into walls.
But consequently I hadn't gotten used to running in darkness, leading me to run head first into some unknown object knocking me, and it, over with a less than manly shout from me and a very female scream coming from the 'object' that turned out to be a girl.
A very beautiful gi- woman in fact, one with sparkling emerald green hair that happened to be all over the place because of our tumble, she had two sharp pointed ears distinct of the elf race and her eyes were an entrancing shade of crystal green. Contrary to her ears, her facial features were surprisingly soft with high cheekbones making her easily one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. Alongside being the most beautiful woman he's ever fallen onto.
Something the elf didn't seem to fancy if the annoyed look on her face was to go by.
''S-sorry...'' I stutter out, pushing myself off the girl with the help of the ground, offering a helping hand to the still laying down elf she takes it and I help pull her to her feet, giving me a better look at what she was wearing.
She was wearing a white cloak over a green and yellow military coat of elvish origins with a black belt around her waist, my eyes moved further down to see she was wear dark stockings under a pair of long black boots.
With a sigh the girl shakes her head before speaking. ''It's fine, you were clearly in a rush, but I'll have to warn you not to run through here again unless it's urgent, you could have hurt us both.'' The elf says, chastising me for my carelessness. I opened my mouth to say it was 'urgent' but realized before speaking that I probably had lost the goblins a few minutes ago and so shut my mouth with a click.
When I noticed the elf walk past me, I quickly spun around and grabbed her shoulder just as she made to round the corner stopping her in her tracks, I felt my face heat up when she tilted her head as she looked at me giving of a 'cute' vibe.
I felt my cheeks heat up more when I realized I'd stopped her without any reason prompting me to rake my brain for something to say to not look like an idiot in front of the pretty girl.
''I-I'm sort of lost… can you help me find the way out?''
Bell you're a fucking idiot...
-=/\/\/\/\=-
Riveria Ljos Alf didn't know what to think of the boy walking by her side who introduced himself as Bell Cranel.
Many things were off about him, his lack of equipment to be in the dungeon, his caramel skin with no tan lines, just a few shades darker than the Hiryute twins, his skin was odd because that colour tone was naturally reserved for the amazonian race that was strictly female.
His snow white hair and red eyes were an odd combination she'd never seen before, giving him an even more unique look. But most of all, the tattoos that covered his body were the most interesting. They all varied in quality and shape, each one looked different despite some having the same meanings.
Oddly enough they were all negative meanings. She recognised several elven symbols tattooed onto his skin, all meaning; Bastard, hate, anger, death, ominous, fear and war. It was odd, why would someone want to tattoo their skin with symbols meaning such as those? She couldn't understand why and it was plaguing her mind.
While walking she took the opportunity to take in Bells appearance. He was shorter than her, standing roughly at five foot five inches give or take, his build was lacking for an adventurer, being unusually lanky with little muscle growth, his 'equipment', if you could even call it that, consisted of a tattered crimson robe that was wrapped around his waist and reached his ankles, it had several singe marks on it from light burning and was torn in several places. No shoes or even socks, he was completely barefoot in the dungeon for some god forsaken reason.
It was something she only saw amazonians do.
''Is something wrong, Riveria?'' Bell asks, noticing the high elf was staring. Looking away and coughing into her fist she spoke.
''Nothing, I'm just curious about your tattoos is all.''
Riveria quickly found that was the wrong thing to say as Bell's fists tightened and a pained look overcame his face at the mention of his tattoos. He stopped in his tracks prompting Riveria to stop and turn towards the boy to apologize but stopped when she seen a tear roll down his cheek.
''S-sorry… I'd prefer not to talk about it...'' Bell practically breathed out, trying to stop his voice trembling, he cast his gaze down and used an arm to cover his eyes. ''A-ha… I'm such a baby… crying in front of a pretty girl I've just met… god I'm a wimp...''
''J-just give me a minute...'' Bell mummers, turning away while Riveria watched with a frown at the boy's reaction, it was blatantly apparent to her they were related to a dramatic experience.
Sighing when she felt a wave of guilt wash over her the high elf strode over to the boy and placed a hand on his back causing his eyes to widen and his body to stiffen.
''I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn't have brought it up.'' Riveria apologizes. ''It was insensitive of me.''
Waving it off Bell quickly rejects her apology. ''It's not your fault, you just didn't know.'' Bell explains, a weak smile graced his lips as he continued. ''Just… please don't bring it up again.''
''I'll be sure not to.'' Riveria says with a smile of her own causing the white haired boy to cough and look away, his face a few shades darker all of a sudden confusing the high elf.
''W-well, we should get g-going. Lost time and all. Ha-ha.'' Bell rushes out, quickly setting off in a panicked quick walk.
''That's the wrong way...'' Riveria corrects prompting Bell's face to turn even darker as he spun around on his heel in a comical fashion with an embarrassed look on his face.
''I-I knew that!'' Bell says, quick to defend his mistake and walks past the high elf, stiffly in a robotic fashion causing her to have to muffle a giggle to save the boy further embarrassment.
''You shouldn't walk to far ahead, you might run into someone again.'' Riveria calls out, jogging to catch up with Bell who'd made considerable distance from her. When she finally reached Bell he was scratching his hair in a sheepish manner while giving a hushed apology for going ahead.
"Don't worry about it, just don't do it again."
The walk through the dungeon was unusually peaceful, Riveria found this concerning as she knew there had been monsters on this path that she wanted to use to test how well Bell could handle himself in combat, but they'd all vanished for some reason.
She even circled around to another point she knew there was monsters but was confused when the area was completely empty with not a single monster in sight when they entered the large room.
'Does Bell have some sort of skill that causes monster's to run away from him?' Riveria thought to herself, sending a side glance to the boy in question who was busy looking around the room they'd walked into.
''Are you sure this is the right way, Riveria?'' Bell asks, looking at her with a concerned look on his face.
''No, sorry. It looks like I accidently made a wrong turn, it won't happen again.'' Riveria answers while turning around. ''Come on, it's this way.''
They walked again in silence, her at the front with Bell following slightly behind her. She didn't know why but she had a bad feeling around Bell all of a sudden, her instincts told her to not trust him and leave him alone but her brain told her he was just a lost adventurer who'd gotten ahead of himself and run into the dungeon without proper gear. If he was as dangerous as her instincts told her he would have attacked by now while her back was turned to him, but he didn't he only followed quietly while looking around, probably trying to block out the awkward silence between them.
She didn't mind the silence, she'd come accustomed to walking silently in large groups in her time as an adventurer, this was nothing for her but the feeling of the spike in her instincts to run when his red eyes flicked onto her was starting to grate her nerves. Never before had she felt so unsafe while being accompanied in the dungeon…
And so she was thankful when she turned the corner and saw the dungeon entrance, a large set of warded double doors that created a shield that prevented monster's from escaping. Honestly it was a godsend, literally, that the door was in place because if not Orario would be swarmed with monsters every night due to the high presence of people concentrated above.
''Well looks like this is where we part ways, Please take care not to run into the dungeon unprepared again.'' Riveria says, coming to a stop and turning to Bell who snapped out of admiring the large doors to look at the Elf who'd helped him.
''Y-yeah, thanks. I owe you one.'' Bell replied sheepishly, offering a hand for the elf to take. He blinked in confusion when Riveria's arm twitched but didn't motion to take his hand prompting him to lower it. ''W-well...thank you Riveria.''
''No problem...'' Riveria breaths out as Bell runs past her.
'W-what was that feeling just now?' Riveria asks herself, glancing back at the tanned boy as he ran through the gates and quickly found himself tripped on the stairway that lead up. She didn't know why but when Bell had offered his hand to her she felt like she was about to be killed, it felt like when she first entered the dungeon and had an encounter with a small mob party, she was frozen stiff and needed to be saved by a group of passing adventurers but unlike then she'd almost used a spell to attack Bell…
'Damn it Riveria, he's just a child, you don't need to be so fearful of him...'
Even so she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that ran through her when the boy ascended the steps, like she just made a huge mistake by leading Bell out of the dungeon. In the end she turned around and made her way back into the dungeon, brushing off the feeling as just her acting paranoid.
'It's not like he's a monster or anything.'
-=/\/\/\/\=-
It's only been three minutes since I left the dungeon and I'm already in trouble with a girl again…Yeah, I'm not good with girls, even with my grandad's advice I'm what he would call a 'pussy' when it came to girls. I didn't actually know what it meant but I've just rolled with it for now. Getting back on point I was in trouble against, first it was with the elf girl I'd literally run over, thankfully she'd been rather nice about it and even lead me out of the dungeon. The fact she turned down my advances of shaking her hand did sting a little but I sort of expected it, she no doubt was annoyed that I'd run her over beforehand.
But this girl was on a whole 'nother level…
She, like many elf's, was beautiful, short and neatly cut light brown hair reached her shoulders, her concerned emerald eyes pierced through me like daggers, her pointed ears were different from most elf's, not being as long and having some human roundness to them giving away that she was a half elf. She wore what I could describe as a bartender's suit, a black formal vest that sat over a long sleeved white button shirt, a grey bow-tie was wrapped around her collared shirt loosely, her legs were covered by a pair of matching black formal trousers and on her feet were a pair of heeled shoes. No doubt it was the guilds uniform judging by how others working with her also wore the same uniforms.
She was indeed a beautiful half elf… Shame she was shouting at me...
''Why did you go into dungeon without filling out the guild form!?'' The half elf practically screamed in my face while shoving a slip of paper into it. ''You could have been hurt and no-one would have known!''
''S-sorry.'' I apologize. ''It won't happen again!''
''It better not, although the guild may be considered annoying to most adventurers, especially new ones.'' The half elf says, crossing her arms over her chest and giving me a cross look. ''It's still essential to the well being of adventurers.''
I wanted to correct her, tell her I wasn't an adventurer but I didn't, why? Because I was at Orario, I'd appeared in the dungeon out of the blue like a monster from the stories like my grandad told me. I knew I wasn't a monster, I wasn't.
I was human and didn't attack people on sight like monsters normally did. But I didn't want to risk it…
Plus she probably wouldn't believe me if I told her to truth so why bother?
I was broken from my thoughts by the elf sighing followed by her shaking her head before gesturing for me to follow her as she turned around. Acting quickly while she was distracted, I swiftly and as quietly as I could, walked towards the doorway of the guild building, slowly creeping away while the guild attendee chastised the air for being careless and reckless by going into the dungeon underprepared,. I could barely make out as she offered 'me' a deal of basic gear and a weapon for 3600 Valis I didn't have.
When I reached the door a banshee like shrill reached my ears prompting me to make a sprint through the double wooden doors before the half elf attendee could catch me, I spun around a group of adventurers who looked surprised at my sudden exit from the guild. I silently thanked Riveria for allowing me to inadvertently learn to move around people rather than run head first into them.
It saved me from running head first into a pair of amazonian twins who would have no doubt chopped me to bits if I even so much as touched them.
'Coward! A real man would have intentionally run into the busty one and copped a feel!' My grandad says in my head prompting me to brush away the image of him, ignoring the old man's screams of calling me a 'beta male' before he vanished. Now isn't the time! I'm running from the devil!
I found out very fast that when compared to the dungeon I didn't have as much stamina as I used to now that I was out of it, I'd run out of breath fairly quickly and it wasn't long before my chest started to burn from the overload of work causing me to inevitably stumble to a stop in front of an alleyway.
Using the wall as support I breathed in several greedy gulps of air to slow my racing heart down.
''Ha...I...haven't run that… ha…much in...a while...'' Damn it was hard to speak. My lungs damn hurt to breath with and to make matters worse my throat was burning up, ah no wait that's just the vomit.
''Ughh…'' Annnnddd I vomited, nice…Was I really this bad? I know I didn't do to much exercise in my village but damn this was just sad, even for me.
''My...shoes...'' Turning my head to the side I see a short, and I mean short, woman with black hair tied into pigtails that reached her thighs. Her tear filled eyes were a dark shade of blue, she wore a rather revealing white dress that gave me a rather nice view of her oversized breasts that were held up with a blue ribbon that was under her breasts and moved over her arms, her arms were covered by a pair of white gloves that reached half way up her forearm before flaring out. To finish it all off she wore a pair of white flip flops, now covered in a yellowish green stomach acid, that were very out of place with the rest of her outfit.
''I'M SO SORRY!'' I immediately went into apology mode, how could I not? I just vomited on her shoes and that look of sadness… It was just impossible to resist, I'm pretty sure it'd have even the most fearsome of warriors apologizing to her viciously.
''I'll make it up to you I swear!''
I knew I'd been duped the moment a mischievous smile came to the girls face, the tears, the look of sadness were all gone, now replaced by what I could compare to a lion who'd stumbled across defenceless pray and was going in for the kill.
''You'll make it up to me?''
''Yes!'' Damn it Bell! You should be saying no! Not yes! Gods I'm an idiot! I'm going to get myself killed!
I was over, she'd make me a slave, she'd butcher me and chop me into pieces and feed me to dogs for amusement, she'd make me a gladiator and have me fight powerful monsters in droves until I fell over from exhaustion, she...she… She'd use me for-
''Then join my familia.''
Huh? ''Huh?''
''I said join my familia, you want to make it up to me right?'' The goddess asked, I nodded my head, unable to stop myself. ''Then join my familia!''
''Well...I uh-.'' Damn it Bell speak! You can't join a familia now, You have too much to sort out first. ''How do you know I'm not already part of one?'' Ah-ha got you there! She'd never know if I was part of a familia!
''Because I don't sense a blessing on you.'' No! My defence destroyed by logic and reason! Damn I can't argue with that, she has me there, I can't go back on a promise I've made to such a cute girl.
''Ah… well, I guess I can't say no since I ruined your...flip flops.'' Ugh- after everything that happens I get defeated by a goddess the size of a child… Well her chest sort of told me she was everything but a child.
'Press X to pou-' Not now grandad!
''Yes~! I finally have my first adventurer!'' The small goddess cries out in victory while fist pumping. Seeing she was distracted I took a step back in preparation to run but stopped when I felt the goddess grip me like she was made from iron. ''Where are you going?'' Her voice is to sickly sweet! Scary!
''N-nowhere!'' I quickly reply to avoid a swift death causing the sharp glare I was getting to soften.
''Good, now come on! I have to give you the blessing right away!'' The goddess sings out and starts dragging me behind her causing me to stumble for a moment before regaining my footing, I was forced to listen to her fire out word after word about how excited she was to have me in her familia and how she would treat me like a king and the such. It was actually quite nice… If it wasn't for the fact I could hear my grandad cheering me on about becoming a man.
''We're here!'' Dismissing the ghost of my grandad I look at the familia home and blink in confusion.
It was a run down church…
''Umm...'' I look down at the goddess who was fidgeting on the spot, looking downcast as she touched her fingers together nervously waiting for my input on her home.
''It's nice.''
Bell you're too nice for your own good…
''Really?!'' The goddess shouts in surprise, when I nod she beamed with enough light to put the sun to shame forcing me to look away to stop going blind. ''Come on inside!'' With that the goddess dragged me through the doors and into the church and then to a secret passageway hidden behind the alter that led to a stairway into the cellar.
Slowly following the goddess down the stairway I paused when I was faced with a spacious room refitting for living purposes, a worn out couch and table filled the centre of the cellar while a certain cut the room down the middle obscuring half of the cellar from view, all lit by a single worn out magic stone powered chandelier that hung from the roof lopsidedly. A single wardrobe sat against the wall, the paint faded due to its age.
It was surprisingly nice…
''You think so to?'' The goddess asks happily, bringing attention to the fact that I had been thinking aloud.
''Y-yeah… It's a lot more spacious to what I thought it'd be...'' I murmur, looking anywhere by the goddess, the roof, floor, walls, furniture, her chest. I quickly looked away with a light tiny on my cheeks when I caught myself staring and was thankful when the pint sized goddess didn't seem to notice my perverse moment, too engrossed in shooting out information on how she worked hard to get to where she was.
''Ah-ha… You're a rather hard worker for a goddess.'' I praise sheepishly causing the goddess in question to puff out her chest in pride bringing my attention to it once more.
''I am, I work two jobs to keep myself afloat!'' The goddess replies proudly before slumping over in defeat when she adds on ''Also to work off my debt...''
'How does a goddess go into debt?' I ask flatly in my mind. Seriously, how does a goddess go into debt…?
''Well… Should we get on with turning me into an adventurer?'' I wanted to get this done and over with as quickly as possible. At the notion the goddess started running into the curtained part of our home and re-emerged a moment later with a piece of fine linen in her hands and some bland looking metal tool.
''Y-yes, come we should get started immediately!'' The goddess shouts all to eagerly while gesturing to the king sized bed behind her.
''Uh… How does this work?'' I ask as I walk past the goddess while looking at the bed, fighting off the more not safe for work thoughts that came to mind, I immediately blamed my grandad.
Catching onto what I was getting at the goddess' face turned a shade pink before she explained the process that only involved her tattooing her familia sigil onto my back and the rest, like my stats, would appear on their own.
At the mention of having something tattooed on me I frowned, something the goddess picked up on and asked what was wrong. ''Sorry...It's just I don't like...I have a traumatic experience with it is all...''
''Ah…Right your… Don't worry, this process won't hurt, it'll actually feel good.'' The goddess murmurs at first before speaking up in a reassuring manner. 'If you don't want to do it, it's fine...''
''No, I promised I would become a member of your familia.'' I say, shooting down the goddess' offer to pull out with a sigh.
''Just make it quick please…''
Nodding the goddess instructed me to lay on my stomach on the bed and I follow her instructions, walking over to the bed and laying down on my front side.
''W-why don't we just get this done and over with, yeah?.'' I stutter out, trying, and failing, to suppress the slowly growing blush on my face when I noticed the goddess giving me a rather… lewd gaze. 'Blushing like a school girl with a crush, well done Bell.'
My eyes widened when I felt something mount my back, I craned my head to the side to see the goddess sitting on me with a grin on her face.
''Do you need to do it like this?'' An embarrassed me mumbles, I end up sighing in defeat when the goddess hummed out a 'yes' while nodding all too eagerly for my liking.
Accepting my fate I dropped my head onto the mattress and waiting for the goddess to start.
Without warning the goddess jabbed my back causing me to yelp at the freezing cold metal rod pressing into my skin. ''It's going to be cold.'' The goddess warns all to late causing me to groan a 'thanks for the warning.' but the goddess ignored me and started the process of tattooing my back.
Getting the familia sigil was oddly… pleasant. Unlike with the villagers the Goddess was very careful with how she handled the tattooing, she was very precise as she traced my back with god only knows what, literally, and was careful not to lean to hard onto my back and even made sure to be lighter with the tattooing when she moved over some more sensitive areas. Something the villagers didn't bother with when marking me.
''If you don't mind me asking, what're you drawing?'' I ask, steeling myself and forcing the moan out of my voice. Uhh, this was way to relaxing...
''My familia sigil, but that won't stay there.'' The goddess says quietly, focusing on tattooing the finer details.
''It wont?'' I press on, glancing back at the goddess with a confused brow raised. I wanted answers!
''No, think of it like a catalyst that'll draw out the rest for me and let me update your stats whenever I want. All gods and goddesses do it now to avoid the old way of having to remove and redraw everything over and over.'' The goddess explains. ''Sometimes removing and redrawing everything removed stats or skills on some people, so a new method was used when a level three adventure was dropped down to a level one by accident a good few years ago.''
I cringed at the mention of the stat drop of the poor adventurer, imagining working years and fighting in the dungeon, risking life and death only for it to get wiped away because of an accident during a check. I'd be devastated if that ever happened to me, it wouldn't really surprise me if the adventurer retired due to the accident. I probably would have as well from grief…
''How long does this usually take?'' I ask, trying not to squirm when the metal rod moved a little low.
''It'll take a few more minutes, I need to be precise and make no mistakes or else it won't work and I'll need to start over.'' The goddess explains quietly, her voice just above a mummer. ''It doesn't help that it's a bit hard to see...''
Accepting my fate I remain still as time ticked by, the goddess carefully tattooed my back, I would occasionally squirm earning me a crisp flick on the ear for my trouble followed by something hot touching my back for a moment, It wasn't a burning hot like the fires, just a little uncomfortable. I assumed it was a tool that removed the tattoo part that was messed up by my moving.
''Annnddd~ done!'' The goddess draws out and removed the rod from my back. She nodded in satisfaction before placing the piece of linen on my back. ''Stay still so I can get your stats.'' Feeling something press against my back I did as the goddess said.
''Ah-ha! It's done!'' The goddess shouts viciously as she stands up and admires her handy work allowing me to spin around on the bed. ''Now just write your name on this and we'll be done.''
Oh, I still haven't asked the goddess her name…
''It's Hestia.'' Hestia says, introducing herself before I could ask leaving me to chuckle sheepishly. Damn she beat me to it.
''My names Bell Cranel.'' I introduce myself, offering a hand that the goddess standing over me took without hesitation and shook eagerly. Well she's definitely better than Riveria, although Riveria had essentially saved my life, Hestia gave me a place to stay, made me an adventurer and didn't ask questions about my… marks…She was definitely the best of all three girls I'd met today. Plus she actually shook my hand.
Which was nice.
''Now sign here.'' Hestia orders, handing me the linen and the pen and then pointing to the spot I needed to sign, sighing it with a sloppy signature the goddess quickly snatched the linen out of my hand with an unsettling giggle as she turned away.
''Yes...my first...hahaha...''
Ah… Maybe I spoke to soon?
''Right, here are your stats!'' Hestia says, turning back to me and showing me the piece of paper that I started to read for myself.
:Basic information:
Name: Bell Cranel
Age: 14
Race: Namanari
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Skin colour: Caramel/amazonian brown
Eye colour: Bloody red
Hair colour: Snowy white
Height: 5'5''
:Stats:
Level: 1
Strength: I0
Endurance: I0
Dexterity: I1
Agility: I1
Magic: G284
:Magic:
Curse of a Thousand Sins
Daemon's Claw
Summon Lesser Daemon
:Skills:
All the World's evil (FAKE)
King of Daemons (FAKE)
Argonaut (ALTER)
''Huuuh? I can use magic?'' The sound that escaped my mouth was filled with so much surprise that Hestia ended up turning the linen around and reading through it herself, I watched her jaw slowly drop before she looked at me.
I expected her to be skeptical and worried, and so I feared the worse.
I didn't expect her to hug me…
''YES! I HAVE THE BEST CHILD EVER!'' Hestia screams out happily, her feet kicking around as she buried her head into my chest causing me to flush. This was all so sudden, I can't even say anything! Work brain, work! ''You have three skills and spells that I've never heard about! They must be powerful right!?''
''Uh yeah?'' God. Damn. It.
At this point I'm just digging the hole that was my grave deeper and deeper… But she was just so cute! I can't just shoot her down like that, it would make me a monster if she cried because of me telling the truth.
''Hey… Why is everything on the sheet so oddly specific?'' I ask, I wanted to know why they were so specific about stuff, what's wrong with that? Seeing the goddesses eyes flick away from mine I paid close attention.
''Oh...well.'' Hestia mummers, her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked away. ''The gods and goddesses aren't really known for being… serious?''
You're kidding…? I didn't even say it aloud and I could already tell how flatly I'd have said it.
''W-well let's get everything sorted!'' Hestia stutters out, jumping off me and moving so fast she blurred out of my vision. ''Let's get you registered at the guild!''
Yeah, that made sense. I needed to register just like that… elf...
Oh…
Ohhhh no…
-=/\/\/\/\=-
The walk back to the guild was… tense to say the least, for me at least. I was intentionally slow in walking, how could I not be?
There was a devil waiting for me there. I took comfort in the fact my goddess was talking chirpily about what she wanted to do with the familia and some plans that involved getting a 1-up on some 'flat chested red headed goddess with a snakes face'. But sadly all things must come to an end, we reached the guild and ever so slowly I walked in, hoping that the devil wouldn't notice me walking in, if I could just stay low she wouldn't notice me and I'd be home free-
''YOU!''
Fuck.
''Me...heh...heh...''
Double fuck.
''Why did you run off earlier without saying anything!'' The elf before me shouts, grabbing a hold of my ear and pulling. Dammit that hurts!
''Ow, ow, ow! I'm sorry!'' I apologize through the pain, trying to ignore the eye of several adventurers watching with amused stares.
''You should be!'' The elf says, tugging on my ear again getting a series of 'ow's' from me, again.
''Honestly, first you go into the dungeon without proper gear and then you run away from me!''
''Huh? Bell's already been in the dungeon?'' Hestia asks, sending me a curious gaze. No Hestia! She'll kill me if she finds out! Have mercy goddess!
''Didn't you know? He was in the dungeon earlier today.'' The elf states, her eyes slowly forming into an intense glare along with Hestia's when they realized something at the same time.
I'd been in the dungeon without a blessing.
''You idiot!'' Both goddess and elf shout thunderously, getting the attention of the entire guild in time for me to be beaten by both of them mercilessly. Okay that's an exaggeration. Hestia beat on my back uselessly with her tiny hands while the elf pulled my ear even harder than before.
''How could you go into the dungeon without a blessing! Are you mad?!'' The elf demands, pulling at my ear despite me getting to let go.
''Bell! You could have died and you wouldn't have been apart of my familia!'' Hestia cries out, punching my back a little harder.
I have the worst luck with woman!
''He went into the dungeon without a blessing?''
''Is he mad?''
''Or he's really strong.''
''Look at those tattoos, they're pretty sick.''
''Weird, isn't that skin tone reserved only for amazonians?''
''Maybe he's the first male amazonian?''
''There's no such thing you idiot.''
''His get ups a bit weird, but it suits him weirdly enough.''
''I want to be between two girls like that...''
Why the hell is everyone staring, Mind your damn business!... Wait, what was the last one?
''Are you even listening?'' The elf demands, giving my ear a tug brining my back to reality. When I nodded she huffed and let my ear go prompting me to grab onto my abused ear and caress the sensitive skin. ''Well since you want to be so careless looks like you'll need someone to tutor you about the dangers of the dungeons.''
That was… pretty considerate now that I think about it, she as offering me help even after I ran away from her. Maybe she wasn't all that bad?
''Welp he's dead.''
''Yup.''
''I'll be sure to attend the funeral.''
Huh?! The hell is that meant to mean?! When I glared at them they all turned away like it was none of their business.
Help a guy out here! I need answers!
''Does that mean you'll be his dungeon advisor?'' Hestia asks, glaring at the elf oddly enough. Had she come to my defence? Thank you goddess!
''Naturally.'' The elf replies while crossing her arms over her chest. ''It's my job to ensure all adventures know the dangers in the dungeon. And it's also my job to ensure the troublesome one's are properly… educated.''
Ugh- I just got burned by an accountant…
''Now, it's a pleasure to meet you Bell, my name is Eina Tulle and I'll be your dungeon advisor from this point on.'' Eina introduces herself, offering me a hand that I hesitantly take and shake.
''It's a pleasure, Eina, My names Bell Cranel, let's work together.'' Seeing the flat stare I was getting from the elf I realized just how unenthusiastically I'd said it. Clearing my throat I repeated the phrase, this time with a little more excitement getting Eina to nod with a small smile gracing her lips.
''Good, now let's fill out that form.'' Eina says, getting sure to grab my wrist this time to stop me running away from her as she walked to the desk.
Why. Are. People. GLARING?!
''This is the form, fill it out with all your information and leave nothing out, or I'll make you do it again.'' Eina explains, putting emphasis on the word nothing like a mother would to a child who kept making the same mistake over and over.
Seeing no reason to not do it I fill out everything, my age, eye colour, name, date of birth, skills, magic, hell I even filled out the marital status with 'single' even though it said to leave it blank if unmarried. I needed to be sure, I didn't want to write it all out again.
''Everything seems to be in order.'' Eina mummers as she picked the sheet up and skimmed through it. Though when he eyes moved down lower on the sheet they suddenly widened in surprise.
''T-three unique skills?!'' Eina stammers out a little too loudly allowing many of those in the guild to hear and they started to whisper and mummer to each other while giving me what I could only assume were envious stares. Looking back at Eina flatly she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly while apologizing for her outburst before becoming serious again.
''This is impressive though, it takes years for many adventurers just to get a single skill or spell under their belt and those are usually basic in nature.''
Well, that explained the envy being slammed into the back of my head by the magic oriented adventurers. Turning my head to the adventures I grin smugly causing the killing intent in the building to spike tenfold.
I could even hear a few chanting, but they were thankfully stopped by members of staff or their friends. One brown haired elf in particular was glaring extra hard at me while two familiar amazonian's held her back. She was muttering darkly about it 'not being fair.' as she tried to cast a spell to attack me.
I was enjoying this way to much… Which was off because I hated when people were angry with me. I liked to be on people good side and here I was, actively trying to get them to hate me.
It… It was pretty fun...
Hearing a sigh I turn back to Eina who was looking at me flatly for being an antagonist.
''S-sorry.'' I stutter out, trying and failing to hold the chuckle out of my voice only causing Eina's stare to somehow become flatter.
''Ah-ha! My child's the bestest!'' Hestia on the other hand wasn't being very subtle about it, she was screaming to the heavens and rubbing it in like salt on a wound. Sighing in defeat Eina just put my form into a pile of paperwork.
''Please promise me you'll be safe in the dungeon.'' Eina says.
''I'll be sure not to run.'' I say automatically causing Eina to raise a brow at me.
''It's good to know you're taking my advice.'' The voice of none other than Riveria makes itself known, drawing Eina's wide eyed attention to the elf.
''R-Riveria!'' Eina stutters out, surprised by the emerald haired elf's appearance. ''W-what brings you here?''
''I was just finishing up with talking around the first floor of the dungeon and I happened to notice the killing intent in the room.'' Riveria replies and then looks at me like she knew it was my fault.
Ouch that stung.
''W-why're you looking at me for?'' I demand weakly causing the elf to cover her mouth and giggle at me. ''Why're you- Stop laughing!''
''Sorry, I'll try.''
'Try?'
''How do you know my Bell?'' Hestia demands, appearing between me and Riveria surprising us both with her sudden appearance. Wait did she just say 'my'?
''We met in the dungeon, he pinned me to the ground.'' Riveria says, unknowingly causing many of the males within the building to suddenly direct their burning primal rage towards me. Hestia on the other hand, was seething with so much killing intent it made everyone else in the room look like pansies in comparison.
''Riveria please expand on that.'' I say flatly, hoping Riveria would catch on.
''Before I die.''
''Ah… What I meant to say is he ran into me by accident and knocked us to the ground.'' Thankfully Riveria did catch on and quickly clears it up. ''After that I lead him out of the dungeon per his request as he was lost.''
''Hmph, if that's the case I'll let you off the hook for saving my child.'' Hestia says with a huff, crossing her arms and looking away from Riveria like a child taking a temper tantrum.
''Yes, thank you for leading him out of the dungeon, I don't think he would have gotten out himself.'' Eina says, sighing in relief.
''Why's that?'' Riveria asks curiously. ''Is he not capable of fighting the monster's on the first floor?'' Oddly enough she sounded offended on my behalf, like you did if someone was bad mouthing your friend behind there back and you happened to hear.
''It's not that I don't think he can handle himself. Just that he wasn't blessed when he was in the dungeon earlier.'' Eina mummers, rubbing her forehead like she was having a headache, and she probably was.
''Just when I thought you couldn't be more reckless...'' Riveria says, looking at me with a flat stare that had me scratching the back of my head with a nervous laugh tagged on. ''Well at least you're safe, that's what matters.''
I opened my mouth but before I could reply someone else suddenly made themselves known. ''Come on Riveria! We're heading back!'' Turning my head I spotted the same group from earlier approaching with a tall silver haired werewolf. Noticing me the werewolf looked me over before scoffing and setting his eyes back on Riveria. ''What's with the weirdo with tattoos?''
Ohhh, I already hated this guy…
Before I could give him a piece of my mind Riveria stepped in, coming to my defence. ''Bete, you shouldn't be making fun of people based on appearance, especially considering the reaction you have when someone mocks you for being a werewolf.'' Bete looked like he wanted to talk back but only huffed while looking away.
''Ooooh~ The big bad wolf just got collared~'' One of the amazonian's sings out. She had short cut black hair that barely brushed her shoulders with brown eyes filled with mischief, like all amazonian's she was a pure beauty and didn't care much for clothes, wearing only the bare minimum of clothing consisting of a strip of cloth around her flat chest and a Pareo around her waist that left little to the imagination with most of her caramel skin on display.
''Huh?! Did you say something anvil chest?!'' Bete shouts back and immediately finds himself in a comical fist fight with the amazonian who was screeching about how she wasn't flat, just 'developing'.
''Say, who's the kid?'' The other amazonian sister asks, looking at me with a curious brow raised. She looked much like her sister but her black hair was much longer and her chest was more developed, something I'm sure her sister is envious off.
Covering her ample breasts was a red bra that gave a generous view of her curves, around her waist she wore a much shorter version of her sisters Pareo. On her legs were a pair of red stocking like garments that reached down to her feet and narrowed to a point and used a ring to hoop around one of her toes.
''Looks like he walked through a desert.''
Today sure as hell felt like it...
''I'm Bell, pleasure to meet you.'' I say while standing up and offering the amazonian a hand. A simple gesture meant to establish companionship. So imagine my shock when I was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown onto my back within the span of half a second, blasting the air out of my lungs and probably cracking a few ribs and possibly my spine in the process.
A deafening silence filled the guild hall when the many adventurer's turned their heads to see the Amazonian holding my wrist in an iron grip with her fist raised ready to cave my skull in.
It was only just before she did the deed did her eyes widen in realization.
''Holy-! Tione what the hell?!''
''...Fuck.''
-=/\/\/\/\=-
''Did you see that?''
''Damn that was low, attacking a level one like that.''
''Hm, didn't know the Loki familia was so aggressive to newbies.''
''Makes me feel glad I didn't join...''
''Isn't she level five or something?''
''I wish I was thrown around by a woman like that…''
'Shit! What the fuck did I just do?! He's a newbie! A level one and I just body slammed him into the floor like a minotaur!'
Tione's mind was flooded with thoughts, she didn't know what to do, she panicked suddenly, feeling as though she was being looked at by a monster and acted on her instincts to eliminate the threat. And not just any attack, she treated him like a charging Minotaur and threw him into the ground like one, an attack that she used to break their backs and kill them instantly!
He was dead! He just killed a level one adventurer because he scared her! She was done, she'd be jailed for life! She'd-
''Ugghhh...That hurt...'' Bell groans causing Tione's eyes to widen.
'HE'S ALIVE?!' She didn't know if it was shock or relief or a mix of both but she was thankful he wasn't dead, she could salvage this! She just needed to not panic!
''F-fuck! I'm sorry! I didn't- Shit- I DIDN'T MEAN TO ATTACK YOU!''
In her mind Tione kicked herself, What was that?! How the hell was that an apology! She was panicking! STOP PANICKING!
''D-don't worry about it...'' Bell groans from his spot on the ground, a rather uncomfortable looking Bell shaped crater.
''What do you mean don't worry about it!'' Tione demands, ignoring her sister trying to stop her making the situation worse. ''I almost killed you!''
''Yup...It feels like it...'' Bell agreed before coughing. ''It's just...''
''What?!'' Tione asks, would this be atonement? Would he ask of something in return, could she get out of this without legal trouble?
''Can you let my wrist go…? It feels like it's about to break...'' Bell asks making Tione aware of the fact she was crushing Bell's hand quickly making her let it go getting a quiet
"Thanks" from Bell.
He was thanking her? After she just… Who is this guy? First he makes her feel like she's about to die with just and handshake and now he's thanking her for something so minor?!
''Damn Tione, I didn't know you had a history with the kid.'' Bete comments, trying and failing to hold back the grin on his face.
''Shut your trap!'' Tione snaps at the werewolf shutting him up.
''Here drink this!'' Tione rushes out. Shoving a hand into a pouch attached to her garments and pulling out a healing potion and practically shoving it down Bell's throat to get him to drink it. She didn't realize that it was a high end potion made to deal with fatal wounds like a hole in your side if you happened to be say, impaled by something.
''Umm…Tione I can use magic to heal him...'' Riveria says by Tione's side causing her to blush realizing she'd just wasted a high end healing potion that cost a lot of Vails for no reason.
''I'm an idiot…'' Tione mummers, face palming with enough force to cause a cringe educing smack to sound through the guild. ''I'm such an idiot...'' Tione murmured into her palm, trying oh so hard to hide her darkening face.
''Oh wow I feel way better.'' Bell says bringing her attention to the boy who sat himself up while looking at his arms in confusion. ''It feels like I wasn't just slammed into the ground by an amazonian.''
''Fuck- I said I was sorry.'' Tione groans out. Having to suppress her urge to swear more.
''S-sorry, I couldn't help it.'' Bell laughs out while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He opened his mouth to add something on but was suddenly close lined back into the ground by a goddess shaped projectile that struck him faster than Tione could track.
''AH! BELL ARE YOU OKAY?!'' Hestia screams, shaking Bell who at this point was unconscious, realizing her mistake the goddess gasps dramatically before begging for Riveria to heal Bell. The High elf got to work quick and cast a quick healing spell to reverse any damage caused by Hestia's charge.
Tione didn't know why but she had a feeling Bell was going to be a recurring character in the near future...
-=/\/\/\/\=-
To most what transpired would be considered an odd series of events, a Level 5 adventure from the Loki guild lashing out at a Level 1 adventurer who'd only started up was odd, although many of the Loki familia did openly mock those lower than them they would never dare lay a hand on someone weaker than them unless they started it and even then they'd be careful not to cause to much damage because of the repercussions.
''How odd...'' The goddess sitting on her throne says to no one in particular, having watching the events transpire from her seat. She was what most would consider the physical manifestation of lust.
She stood out in beauty even among the gods, contested only by Ishtar. Her perfect silver hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, her purple eyes would cause any man or woman who looked into them to become weak at the knees. Covering some of her perfect snow white skin was an exposing black and red dress that left much of her stomach and breasts exposed allowing those who had the grace of looking upon her to view her perfect golden ratio undisturbed.
''Bell Cranel…'' She tested the name on her perfect lips and found herself pleased at how well it flowed. Her eyes moved back to the orb, focusing on the unconscious boy currently being shaken by his goddess Hestia.
Oh how she felt envious, she'd snatched something so interesting from under her nose. If only she'd been informed when he entered the city maybe she could taken snatched the boy up first. But alas her scouts didn't say anything about him.
Which itself was off, her scouts would not disobey her, they knew better than to ignore her orders. They made a collection of those who entered the city before noon and delivered it to her to scout out potential new powerful adventurer. Yes something was off, there was no way something like this would slip by her scouts, they were all high level adventurers who wouldn't miss someone who stuck out more than Bell.
And so the goddess searched herself, going over the day's events through her orb, keeping a sharp eye out for the heavily tattooed boy.
''There you are.'' Freya purrs, stopping the image on Bell stumbling through the dungeon doors. She then carefully followed the projection backwards, watching in reverse as the events of how Bell ended up in Orario. Her eyes widened when she watched the boy sit before a group of goblins, he was as confused and surprised as she was when they didn't attack but then her eyes widened further and her lips parted parted for a gasp as she watched wall behind the boy split open and suck him before closing off.
To be sure she played the video forwards and sure enough the boy was sent shooting out of the wall like a monster, ending rather roughly on the ground with a 'oof' escaping his lips.
''Bell Cranel…'' Freya mummers, her lips slowly spreading into a grin full off lust.
''You come from the dungeon, covered in curses and words of ill meaning, becoming blessed by a goddess, and now you find yourself with an odd reputation…''
''How interesting… I'll be sure to keep an eye on you, my little monster…''
Well I hope you enjoyed this, if it seems a little broken up it probably has to do with the fact this was very off and on for a while, a lot of parts were recycled from other similar stories I wanted to do but didn't like or couldn't continue.
Well hope you enjoyed, and if you want a more accurate description of Bell's appearance I'd suggest looking up 'Angra Mainyu' from Fate/go since that's who I based this Bell on, an unfortunate child sacrificed to be 'all the world's evils.' to forgive the sins of those in the town. He was basically used as a scapegoat by the people to cast the blame of their actions onto.
Bell's stats will be shown below after each chapter.
Also just a warning, my idea of pacing tends to be garbage in first chapters but don't worry. It'll slow down a bit, not boringly slow but enough to keep you entertained.
Well then, Cya!
:Basic information:
Name: Bell Cranel
Age: 14
Race: Namanari
Gender: Male
Skin colour: Caramel/amazonian brown
Eye colour: Bloody red
Hair colour: Snowy white
Height: 5'5''
:Stats:
Level: 1
Strength: I0
Endurance: I4
Dexterity: I1
Agility: I1
Magic: G284
:Magic:
Curse of a Thousand Sins.
Daemon's Claw.
Summon Lesser Daemon.
:Skills:
All the World's Evil (FAKE)
King of Daemons (FAKE)
Argonaut (ALTER)