1 Prologue: “Pride”

(Extremely short...)

"Ahh" I awoke again to this misfortune.

Stretching against my lonely throne, I question my solitude? Why are people soooo weak and boring? I mean come on why keep the "respectable" distance, do I scare you that much? Or is it because of humanity's nature to revere from a distance, then cower in fear when the real deal descends!

Looking at my hand or rather the skull clasped in it, I sigh, or maybe it is just me? I mean I understand that my presence is unique and immense, conversations dying in an instance; an atmosphere of bloodied roses wrapping around the room; eyes stealing glances at my beautiful form!

My throne moved with my thoughts, forged out of the bodies of those under my rule their bodies' truly of low quality, I thought as a skull turned to dust under my pressure

My strength was endless as indicated by my title of "God Queen of the Demon Kings" eccentric but befitting of my so-called pride.

"Fu… the present me is different but I am still bored and equally unsatisfied even after completing all my goals?" such words left my mouth with a pout.

Perhaps I should change my past, raise the difficulty? But If I could go back what should I change? This question now wanders my mind continuously these seconds.

I know! I can send a counter to me! A hero so just or perhaps a villain so evil… yes that is it! I will draw from my Original World, that cup.

With that single whim, a golden cup was gripped in my hand, holy and rich in design, brimming with the wishes of man.

With that I fling the cup into the void, gifting it to the would-be hero.

- With that Oda will not only face just that world's heroes but her own too! -