Chapter Five - Divine Province
When war is coming across the world, the underground celebrates in the many opportunity this brings. What would be illegal becomes temporize legal reform. Torture, right to carry weapons and even grounds to kidnapped in fear of the being a spy. War prisoners being open slave sale. Harvest of organs and blood will hit the all time hit in months, much needed for the under funded and lack of organs there has been as of late. There will be plenty of stock to match that demand, for a price. All there pockets will be lined, even the small thugs will feast as kings while famine will inevitably come about. If there as flood waters across the deserts east. There is an on going drought in the south, which is drying out the harvest of the world food supply, bring about prolonging the famine.
Everyone in the black market already knew to not eat city rations, they know the secret recipe and sourcing. They know it will make them ill and weaker to infections. What they don't know is the northern undead plague will claim those city ration eaters.
The black festival has began, the biggest trades and future promises are shaking hands here across the month. An entire whole month. A month long vampire party here in the underground western petal territory. It was obvious who was a puppet to spiders and demons in this crowd. They always left once the deals needed were crossed and dotted on papers. The twilight knew not to stay, this was a death trap to remove the last black market merchants whom will make suffering in wider problems later.
Take for example all the vampire queens whom made home here, here in lustful frenzy and enjoying the prospects of war lining their pockets. They had control of the next worse impacting places - the main human cities eating rations, the northern villages about to wiped out by ice or undead and the slave owners of the south that are about to be the new sand wasteland. They believe they are above nature and the decay of this planet. The real blood humans are suffering from sickness even before these illness causing rations came in. Famine, flood, drought and war. Different strains of illness all at once.
The north western mine owners are here, drowning sorrows. By the passing week less ore and less resource can be found in the empty shafts. Wasted money of the lacking profit from any material wealth that once flowed there. They are suffer now, worse during the war and whom knows when the war is over. All that keeping this man out of debt was that he was selling off his mine workers for humanoid weaponize testing and experimental dangerous science. Lives he sold are just keeping him above in the nobility just enough, barely getting by in his over priced lifestyle. His a human, but his not going to make any bank with any rich vampires to extend his worthless existence. He would be better off selling all his material worth and joined the churches or something radical. But he is a greedy sinner, he will die just like everyone else here in this joint.
"The world flower is wilting, decaying as we speak." the fancy chain owner in his finest purple suit and hung chains in reflective of the parts of this industry he owns. Gold chain was the blood sale. Silver chain is the church trafficking and flesh organ sales. The copper chain was the drugs and gambling profits. The black thread made into chain was assassinations for hire. He wears a broach to the grandmasters, in saying he was a loyal pet to the grandmasters only which held two secret things. A blood seed gemstone that was a piece of the highest master of the grand blood. A little bottle of poison manufactured by beetles, a instant death in contact or smell. It was a fail safe to silence removal able pets under the grandmasters control.
The topic at hand was all these drug lords, gamble den owners, corrupt queens, sleazed disgraced hunters made assassins and just those that were aware of this being their final grave site. As days pass within the party month and more dangerous and useless folks stick to the fly tape. More are welcomed to stay here, enjoy their last days in the height of power of ill gains.
"Returned from the shadows, we present to you for your pleasure. We welcome back the Lady of the needle eye!" Turned all the heads to the stage, so many who lusted this once tiny girl perform in her young years. The fact she was still alive and was back here to perform had attracted even more massive business. This was a week into her uncovering as a female, but no one knew that she was the male ex-apprentice hunter. No one knew who brought her here and owned her slave collar now. Not that it mattered either. The purple freak thinks that his reputation brought her from out someone's exotic cage collection for this months party. It was normal for the caged exotic ones to be showed of during these sort of festivals. Most times this would be the last ever show that an exotic pet will preform before being plated on dishes and served in fine wine crystal cups. She must be faulty of her slave owner is doing this, spoiled goods likely. An exotic pet that is here for slaughter. 'A shame' is the continued passive ring of those that have the dirtiest hands, who know this place to well.
She is impressive though, the work of contorting in a silver loop suspended in the air above the main crowds. Swinging in showing every inch of her skin, so many scars now and bites. Its no wonder she 'faulty', she had been thrown into some feral pack of vampires and narrowly left alive enough. So many stab wounds from once beautiful clear skin and so many apparent misshapen leg bone places, arm joints and rib cage that doesn't hold like it used to. She isn't the splendour she use to be. But her smell and waving of assets were alluring and so many dire hard fans from her younger days are still inching for a sip of her blood. The place become feral just minutes of her being here. Even the largest of fish were taking claws close calls to take her from that loop and have away. Her expression of focus only made her more emotionless. That she preformed like a doll ready to be thrown away. Likely by the month's end, she should be the grand final. That she will be likely marked to meat lumps on plates on the last week.
Being above here even in pretending to be a slave again has advantages. She was able to steal prized relics right under noses of the nobility gawking at her. She precured a new many vaults that she will have relics transferred into. The demons being the ones in blood contract to ensure those relics are hers only and safely out of reach of even royal or grandmaster vampires. She implicated all these dukes into being the masterminds of many relic stolen vaults and the churches. She made sure to give them suppose motives to do these things. Fake debts owned to the purple vampire slave chain owner. The debts the velvet purple vampire are direct cost of the vampire queens around here, so they are founded in truth but being black mailed into being in the black market business. Dirty hands are going to clean here. In truth it would have been bad business for the purple vampire to cut money from the gangs that hold his business together, but this was the set up of cards that will tear down in this fall. The long stretched month was to make sure that all this influence was reaching far and getting snatched up.
Making the black markers for even worse civil wars to break into human governments against other human governments. All that prevents this human to human wars from being world war is royal vampires. The royal vampires (a separate power to the grand master clan) are playing to safe. Once these five queens fall, a flood of bad blood will bleed vampires into the human to human war. The ultimate distraction for her bigger play to save the last remaining world population from the planetary final decays. The means are justified, the few thousand lives here are to save the trillion later. Prolong them from paying mind to the signs the world was ending and preventing religious take over. If religion steps in to stop science, then there be less hands making the star ship to leave this dying planet. It all has a purpose. She cant allow herself to feel guilty in the murder or indirect causes of dying by her plans. When she no longer used for saving the world, she will stay here on this decaying planet. Exiled from a future among stars and to join those that will stay to die on this worlds decay.
But yet, she stares at this crowd of beings bellow her. She sheds the occasional tear, she sees even this den owner had lives. Some were just trying to live decent lives away from this, forced into the job and had loving families. There is slave who are victims and black mailed members of the outside market here to die for paying a price they didn't know about. Or that they did and played with fire to long. Here to burn like everyone else. She is human, and she does allow for slaves to escape during this month. Slipping checks to get the few she can out of here. Guilty feelings for going through with her plans. She knows with her future dreams, those slaves she lets free will sit in witness box telling tale that she was the mastermind that burned this place. They will be the evidence for her fall with human governments and hunters the most.
By the mid month, word has gotten out to even the lawful vampires. This place full of new faces to be blackmailed, duped and empty pocketed. She preformed constantly now, no rest breaks. She had even had to sleep on the hoop itself, uncomfortable but the only safety she will get. Her daring escapes out of many churches have paid tolls and she reflected often in the moment she black out exhausted. Her way her limbs used to be and the pain she in for preforming the hoops. She is watched by the crowds in every naked inch she flaunted. It was poetic that she was shamed in the same way she shamed others from her mugging. She watched the even the most lawful of dukes get crunched under in some black mail.
One this particular event of the day, the table at the middle presented six unlikely people brought to one spot. All of them were vampires but each was often against the others. A six way war a play, in vampire court gestures and fancy fake play of poker. The game itself was played wrong, and money bets weren't being pushed in the correct way a poker game goes. But this was trades, all of them telepathically in depth talks to others. Some making allies and other enemies. Some back stabbing. She was rooting for two players for different things of different sides. Entertainment for her in the occasional voiced out burst they make, spurting the ideas enough for her to work out context. She knows the future enough to understand why in things happen to which outcomes.
This six way war is one the biggest and critical parts of what will make them work together or not for building the star ships. She just needs the twilight prince, the red devil's phantom and the duke Winchester to be one side in the handling the market to the twilight types. This obviously has problems. The red devil was never keen of the twilight at all. The prince is just the titled ambassador, only he knows if he actually cares about his twilight duties.
If she intervenes in this directly, she will change or impact things in unreversible ways, hindering the star ship project. Her future reputation does weigh into this, she becomes the hidden seven opinion in later talks about this event. She cant hide she had made expressions about what was shouted about and when she is preforming close to them, she will learn things she shouldn't have. Hurt these allies if she seen as a spy or the later evil enemy. So she keeps herself a distance from it happening, she doesn't stop things or have impact to their individual discretions. She hears what she does and keeps muted about it.
Although, the spiders had other ideas. It way the spiders that started using the puppets human bodies to do strange things. The fed the purple slave chain vampire tainted blood, this blood was hers and it was laced with a tonic of spider poisons. The hoop she preforms and has been sleeping at was fraying from the rope system, slowly they have sabotaged it to collapse. It will by their act that she will fall on the table to disrupt the six way war. She can't stop the spiders, she is helpless of needing them as they are of using her.
When the six individual rose to leave tonight, the last thread of her stage rope snapped. She wasn't ready for it, in mid trick of her performance. A most terrible snap of her right arm making the contact to the table. She wasn't helped up or offered any sympathy. She could barely crawl away or be at hand to defend herself when the red devil phantom too a bite of her. Adding conflict in this weight of interests by the six of them being here at all. The Duke Winchester acted next, throwing a cloak around her shoulders. He wasn't one for naked people and the poor taste of the perform from dangerous stage things. The hoop was made of solid with silver plating, she has burnt skin from her vampiric blood making the contact with it. He was most not impressed in smelling his own bloodline about her, and that this was what she was doing all this time. Looking down at her as another failed child that needed death as mercy. His offering a cloak wasn't to be treated a kindness but rather a insult that she was to his reputation. The twilight prince had been watching her the most, likely told the spiders to drop her or gift her to him. He has that crazy look, only mad men are seen with that expression around here. Upon close look of the 'prince', that wasn't actually him at all. But the person behind the eyes of this puppet slave is the real prince. He sees something about her that he wanted. He cared no for the red devil's bite. He didn't want the slave he possess to touch her at all. He just stares at her, trying to reach her mentally.
"You don't want her. That's fine." So it will seem that Winchester and her isn't the only grandmasters. This guy is the owner of the mountains to the east. He has greased hands with the sun church and was the individual that owned the butcher's real name.
The butcher is a mythic twilight, even twilight folks whisper tales about such things. The last dragon on the mainland, is what the fey call the butcher and the spiders call it the meat disposal. Spiders have a trade deal with the butcher to discard assassination and cover up dead humans from public awareness. She knows all to well that he is a critical part in keeping the twilight hidden, providing the largest meat harvest to none human types. Even some fey are meat eaters and will attack humans. The butcher is the middle man keeping such pledge between races smooth.
"Enough brother. There isn't a point of prolonging the child's pain." Winchester trying to have her killed before whatever is meant to be happens. She is man handled by her mangled right arm, but she managed in the scuffle of the two to break off grasp of her. She backed out of the scratching distance of the two bickering grandmasters.
The call of blood was invoked over all vampires surrounding. Compelling commands were putting all the lesser vampires at the knees in the madness. The purple count vampire in the last drawing breath for his poisoning made a stab through her lower front, an attack she wasn't in the realm of predicting against. The silver dagger was left in her as the vampire flopped as salt and ash. Meaning he touched a divine item. Sure enough, this sun dagger is a gift from the pope, stabbing into her lower abdomen and this would put into any future inability to have children but also jeopardize if she a virgin or not. She wouldn't care for all this but it hinders things in the future. It will also sour her relationship with the goddess she will be the vessel for. She hold the dagger there as knowing she will have better recovery chances in leaving it. Given it pierced through her several organs here, to close them is better chances and less infections.
'Stop the two these two fighting this instant!' She felt like she been whipped with ice, and the longer she doesn't do as she commanded. She felt hunger in blood and weaker to move. Forcefully compelled to act this wish of words from directly in her head.
"Silence and lower to the floor this instant!" She took her hands away from her wound and at force of her own blood spraying them all into a trance like state. Every single vampire was watching her in a blissed daze, eager to listen to her for more commands. The two grandmaster whom were just in the middle of fighting each other are the only two that were fighting her command. Shivered in barely being able to stay up right, both in pale terror looking at her. She looked around at all these eyes that look up on, they too are turning mad of lust inside. It became a fear in her, fear to command them. She staggered unhindered to the stage, stumbled in a few time of dazed blood loss.
"So you are the one that commanded me." The red devil is more then displeased. He grappled her and this breaks the command over all these people. Vampires in frenzied mode over the innocents of all shapes alike. The place a blood bath of terrors and ruin. The only clear among the cause was those standing in watching the red devil strangling the girl at the front of the stage, the dazed shock of her abilities over them set in. Fear that if she was left unchecked and or alive would mean impact in so many things.
"Develin." She creaked in gasp is name, but he isn't wavered from her knowing his vampire name. So she has to try the next extreme, with it being her only chances before blacking out, she began a prayer. Not in hope of an afterlife in death. Rather she was scripting the words needed to force summon the goddess to herself, entrapping the goddess of her call to her body as a broken puppet. She was casting something that a human can only use once a lifetime. That expends all the energy she has within her as a saint to make do. The last little whistles of her voice came about and instantly, the world was taken out of her hands.
She was no longer in that body and not in control of what happened next. The only sight or vague abilities she does was that of the sight the goddess use's using her hers. How the goddess throw the red devil Phantom off and that she enacted divine cleanse over the air. All the weak vampires parishad into salt and ashes. The stronger ones just barely made it from shielding themselves in time and escaping. But then... there is the red devil phantom and his pet boy Davy. The two weren't harmed by the divine cleanse, as they were only alive because of this goddess's blessing. Now that the goddess sees the world from a half vampires eyes, there were monsters the goddess never considered real before.
The goddess look upon this body of filth and wounds. The sun dagger in the lower abdomen being removed and frowned upon. The goddess knows exactly now, this was one the 200 half human children her other vessel made with the vampire lover. The one trying to prove that monsters weren't evil and were real. Now this half vampire sight can see these monsters her vessel was trying to protect. The goddess had some apologies to make to her previous vessel.
This child was as dirty as it gets but yet pure. The goddess can't help but be please that this little girl is still a virgin and that she came to the goddess as unclothed. This particular child memories of leaving naked mugged strangers, the stealing from corrupt churches. In memories of saving hidden lives, no matter human or hidden monster. This girl in poor straights was still a good heart and hasn't the wrongs that others normally have. But then there was apparent confusion of memories about dreams and the future seeing ability. That was a gamble by another gods blessing, and was gifted to the only child in the 200 that was born nameless. This one is completely nameless. No vampire name. No human name. No command name by a god. Not even a nickname. She had this stage name and was referred by 'hunter', but this wasn't possessive over the soul. Just what did this soul want anyway? Well thinking about all this was much longer then being able to stick around this place for.
The goddess went to speak, but the wound from being strangled hindered her. The now removed dagger from her front added other problems. She was the one these humans all feared and even monsters such a spiders flee from sight of. She takes leave, just like that. No one stopped her and divine miracles happened around her. From instant vampires being turned dusty, to salvation of human wounds healing. All liquids were being separated in to layers around her. A sort of magnet field of energy cause strange things, tinting metal into silver plated goods. The entire underground was casted with holy flame that only burned away darkness, wiping away decay and breathing in clean air that was fresh.
The goddess in not being to well preformed in walking stumbled herself to the hands of the sun church, the very ones who stabber her through and were once her allies. In these new eyes, it was only right she set free the vessel who was turned into a full blood vampire now. But the goddess contracted to this vessel's health simply collapsed at the churches door step and was treated as a another run away. Many of the ex-slaves came to faith as their new way of life. They make profit out of saving these slave lives from vampire monopoly. The pope of the sun just wishes to wipe out darkness, scummy vampires and the impure folks of shadows. Breath divine light that gave life. The goddess once believed in such claims, but these cursed sight changed everything. The lessons about monsters made sense. Darkness hid the truth all along.
When the goddess came to be awaken again in this child's body, it solidified everything the goddess was a sinner for. That she was killing innocent beings in a war. The goddess had a taste of the time god's ability. She became locked in internal strife and took in a negative view. She was the perfect position of being fed human lies, but in able to see right though the lies too. The sun pope scooped her up as she willingly became a saint under his command. Nine days is all it took for the goddess to undo so many of the things this girl did. The the weak relics were returned back to the church.
The demons think she gone back on her vow of promise for a while but then one see that the goddess was in puppeteering of the body - suspending the contract between her and the demons in moment pause. The girl was sentence to her crime of thieving and is expected to be executed on sight if the goddess is no longer in hold of this body.
The goddess held many direct talks to the pope, very intimate at times and very wrong. Then again, the sun pope is a dirty man. He uses his daughters life force to extend his own life and sees this as the same the goddess using his granddaughter's body.
The goddess broke this girl, no longer a virgin of full saint ability, but now a pet to body senses and melted in the pope's touch. It was to pay a price to prevent this girl being a powerful someone later. None of the slave wound were healed... but then again, nor was the bite from the red devil. The goddess if not playing bed with the pope, she had to listen to the poor child phantom she cursed all that time ago. She listened to the red devil hate her and clearly both of them have forgotten why she cursed him with long life too. But she doesn't want to doubt her once height of her golden age, back when she was the only goddess of life that was prayed to. She maybe a fallen goddess, but she knew somethings back then.
Two months of taking hold of this body and its pain. The memories. That last surge of what this child was before becoming a full puppet to the goddess who reigns over death. The last defying act this child did was the last things she had put in motion for when this was to happen. See, this child knew that the goddess will be in so much denial against monsters and hate to save any lives from the decay of this planets core. The last resort was time to be out in play. The phantom turned out to be useless, but holding onto the count's blood has future uses. No, instead.
As this was her last time to exist alive in her own freedom, the was going to make it count. By now, the sun church see her as the saint Jasmine. The goddess whom breathed life and took those who should be dead. She had complicity freedom to leave as she pleased to go off and save lives with divine powers. Particularly it was time to face the butcher of the now watery eastern mountain, the mountains has blocked the sea from devouring the rest of this world land mass. It ridged all the way around the northern petal and was breaking apart in the western petal due to over mining. The eastern holy mountain is a prison to the last dragon, and it will be this dragon to teach this goddess the truth or be ate. There was always a chance the goddess will give back the girl her own body, but that is doubted.
But the actual trip to the mountain was 7 months onwards from the 2 month rest. A lot happens in that time. No only did the manufacturing industry collapse from the lack of metal resources. But the undead have now nested in the forest of the middle, taking over the eye of the world. Shapeshifters such as the hunter named the undertaker were on the spotlight for being not human or vampires. The wolves were forced out of their astral home. They been added among the slave trade beside lizards. War had broke in the four main petals. Vampires had control of blood slaves. The humans armed themselves with church puppets, making entire nations lead by power of gods over royalty or power of vote. The hunters are now prized fighters, they were upgraded to being 'peacekeepers'. The vampires being blame for the undead and monsters like the wolves shifters are face grim blood payments. The blame for the attacks across churches are being enforced by merchants that were breaking the laws to begin with. Even grandmasters were being on the chopping block, overwhelmed by war fronts.
This period of time became recorded as the darkness shroud. Any attempts to write down what and why didn't make sense. Those that were being back stabbed or assassinated didn't make any logically motives to whichever faction of writers. Only bold facts are made. A duke died this date. The vampire king was beheaded on this day. The next in line was found to be a fake. The humans of the south fleeing the drought. Food is scares. The undead only die in flaming fire. The trees are attacking people. Races came forwards, collapsed into being enslaved in part of this land war. So many slaughtered.
Only the clueless gods watched this amused of how much death the fallen goddess of life brought in her power. They all laughed at her and shamed her for being the cause of this war. The made sure no human will ignore the fact the if saint jasmine was here, her kindness will kill. She made safe food to feed starved villages, but then the plants themselves revolted and ate the village. A prime example of her ignorance to twilight people. So the goddess coming to slay a meat eater of the mountain, its what she expecting. The broken confessional king's sword at her hand, she will use this body to slay a monster. This is the intent.
"Tell me child, don't you want a name?" She speaks to her reflection of the eyes of the true owner of this body, the trapped other soul that owned this meat sack and broken bones. If the goddess has the soul's name, it will finally be erased. All this can be left to a corpse. The inhuman goddess had not ate food, drank any liquid or cared about the many festering wounds not healed yet. Yes, she had basic healing and was on pain meds for her suffering. But she knows this pain isn't the goddess's pain, or it wasn't assumed to be owned from the goddess soul.
The girl turned mute since she was forced into the many things that weren't her control. She didn't love the man that meant to be a grandfather, not even as the lover as the goddess treated him for. She hated the goddess just as much. She suffered hating the red devil taking it out on her for everything. He tortured her with mind games while he was directing the goddess in cursing word play. He was nasty about it too. He blamed all this stuff the goddess did to him on her, this vessel to this goddess. He blamed more then just twilight deaths but was aware of her causing the world war now, updated her in all this innocent blood on her hands. He made sure the internal wounds weren't healing.
She was the lowest of the low, she was quiet dead and done. Forced to live because the goddess needed an acting body. She starves so badly, and yet she allows it. Freeing the dragon is all that mattered. Once the dragon takes over the star ship project managing she been doing. She can die with being useless. She accept the decay of the planet as her grave and soul prison. She would only suffer among the demons for paying a price. She wouldn't make it to heaven. There nothing forwards after this. She didn't have any dreams of her acting herself after this. She knows its death. She doesn't know how she will die because there isn't a dream that showed it to her. To be exact, there isn't a dream that made sense as her future death, when she died in dreams - it was for learning to overcome and or surpass something. So thus those weren't her real deaths. If she has the premonition to see her death now, it wouldn't be because she couldn't over come it or anything fate can predict according to some algorithm.
The silence and lack of reply has gotten the goddess beyond done. The goddess was done being the pope's toy. The goddess was sick of saving dead lives. The undead which wasn't her power making was certainly looked as a mercy. 3 years since the goddess took hold of this body, she was done with this vessel. She however encountered a lot of problems, that she couldn't kill this one in the normal methods. And plenty of suicidal attempts have been made. She only complying to seeing this mountain butcher as a last resort. She hated this little girl that trapped this goddess in this painful weak body of cursed eyes. No amount of attempts to painless mercy worked. Poisons, holy bathing, starvation. Not even blood lost. No amount of blood being lost was killing this girl, and the goddess cant even fathom how. The attempts to give this nameless girl a name was met with ruin. No amount of tries at guessing names, giving names and forcing names. She studied the same languages as the girl did and still nothing was working to control this child to kill it out right.
The goddess of death only wanted to be rid of this vessel, no amount of attempts to kill was in favour. There was so many enemies helping to murder, why else would the poison be sourced from across all parts of there world. Beetle poison, seen as the most deadliest and no return back from isn't working. No memories looking back made headway for how a little girl was immune to it.
Amazingly the only reason that this girl is alive is due to four factors. One - she ate beetles when she starved as a child in enslavement, as it being her only meals was how she has beetle poisoning immunity. Secondly, she has to give herself a name. She knows this but hasn't settled on one. This girl soul felt as empty as a broken shelf bought doll that been smashed up and thrown away. Thirdly is that she was a grandmaster bloodline, more that she was a blood of the highest elder vampire concentration of all 200 children. She has all the things a full blood vampire of ancient blood has; blood phantom meaning her body can act without blood. She has a blood ability, using her blood to control plants. She has top seat pecking order of command even about the highest grandmaster and in turn all vampires. The fourth most critical part of all this; she didn't know she was a valued vampire blood like that. She didn't make use of her alluring power, command over others or other perks in being a grandmaster. She didn't attach herself to the name. She refused to be a sun church name too, it only make her worse. She doesn't even know how she can die. Being a true high born like this meant she wasn't going to die easily as even she wished to. So all this suffering was in her opinion deserved for causing war and not stopping the world's decay.
"You are useless." the goddess snares. Being in a horse pulled carriage, escorted by holy sun knights and being self destructive. She couldn't wait to met this dragon butcher to be done with this corpse. She ignored her starving stomach and was left alone. Not a lot anyone can stand being around her, she was always picking at her skin of making new festering wounds. There no salvation for the damned and vampiric.
The carriage came to an abrupt stop, horses wails in dire terror and shortly silenced. Men began to fend off and they to in terror. Some even ran away from the duty. She tuts and lays on the carriage floor ready to die. The door slams open and the whole top half was sliced open like it was nothing. She sighed in disappointment that is was this head. She stands up and now just looked around at the carnage. The corpses were all gone. She looked about even more pissed.
"Stupid dragon!" She was instantly snapped up in some jaws of whatever and now carried off, "That's more like it. Sheesh." She still able to speak and stuff. It wasn't far that she was spat out in disgust, like that her flavour was foul and deadly, "Oi, no. You are what I came for. You are going to take this life." She posed in being posed ready to be killed. The dragon inspected her and then turns to blend among the forest of his forced house.
He is trying to leave her behind but she persistent at begging to kill her. He doesn't take her serious. No among of traps he set to kill things worked. No amount of crushed bones or breaking her neck. Nothing was killing this crazy delusional girl. She taunted him much that he tried to be serious.
Months fly by, the pope lost his lover and was sending the army of the world to find her. The butcher was enjoying this constant flow of meat this way. He throw her in a cage as the perfect bait. Most evening slow cooking and preserving his products while having to put up with the goddess taunting him so much. But even then the will to most things changed in being caged up and left in reflection. She acted dead and although neither her and the dragon cared it was an act, he did however prefer this silence now.
"You stink." He throw water over the cage in trying to get the goddess to provoke action by this, "You're not dead, vampire. No amount of sun is killing you. If anything you should just give up a true name and leave you flesh as a free soul." He isn't wrong.
"Yeah, listen to the freaking dragon and just let me leave." the goddess huffed in agreement, and that made the dragon narrow in curious notion.
"Oh a goddess stuck inside a vessel. Well that makes more sense. Why not send yourself to the provenience of saints and have them execute you?" The goddess punched the cage in smashing the bars out of shape, "What is your story exactly? Why here? Why me?"
"I am the goddess of soul blessing, or rather I was. I fell from grace. The decay will consume this planet and we are all going to die. This brat is stopping me from my intent to make this go faster, end the world of needless suffering." The dragon take down the cage from hanging off the tree, dragging to the river and fully drowned the girl in the cage. She isn't dying from it but she will smell better now. He watched the goddess being the one in control and how the goddess continued talking without air and without awareness of vampire telepathic uses. There was a lot of other things wrong here. The aquatic plants of the river bed acted fast in tangling themselves as clothing on her. Surface wounds closed and healed by the rivers holy properties. All water internally was healing and expelling bad from within too. It was as if this river casted baptism over the girl and made her even more holy, ridding her of all her hungry, pain and sorrow. But its short lives, the goddess is still prattling on and on. He stared at the goddess being so unaware of her holy vessel abilities. He just couldn't take it anymore.
"Suspend programme!"
Dragons have been around before humans and vampires, knew this land as good as the wolves do. Knew gods as for what they really are, machines from civilisations of other worlds. With recalling the command vocal range to order a computer system to stop acting its divine orders. He hissed that the acting goddess was removed from this vessel. This was also known as divine cleansing, rival gods can do this to each other all the time. But this was just actually science. These were just nanotechnology that made themselves programmed into being gods. Humans were stupid enough to take the lies for truth.
Now a girl floating in this cage underwater was free from the goddess. She was entirely shut down from speaking a word. The dragon knows this look to well. He butchers people to survived being trapped on this mountain for lifetimes. He knows a hurt soul like his own. If she was going to die, she might as well tell him why. Did everything the nanotechnology say was the truth? Machines have been born to lie as humans whom made them are too. But getting this girl to be a person ever again was going to take time to heal.