"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, BIRDS!?"

His thundering voice resonated across the land, the pond shook producing mild waves with a beautiful contour were it not from the sudden overwhelming killing intent that weighted on everything with the devastation of a falling mountain.

Grayfia felt like he was right beside her; scaring the firmness out of her wings. A Dragon she had never heard of or seen, but he is... a Dragon God nonetheless.

The bravery of the gryphons turned into plain terror when a creature began to emerge from the golden soil as if it was a liquid sea. He was merely a dozen metres away from Grayfia; a gargantuan dragon head the size of a small castle!

A creature as golden as the planet itself. The gryphons didn't even turn back, they burst into sonic booms, fleeing frantically!

'It is the Dragon God! RUN!' The gryphons couldn't believe their bad luck, Dragon Gods are mostly in slumber and to see one of them face o face is an odd phenomenon as rare as a new planet being born.

Yet they had such bad luck that this one appeared the moment they landed!

"GRYPHONS MAKE NICE GOLDEN SCULPTURES, STAY HERE…" His wicked voice sounded devoid of interest, like a cat playing with a small hopeless rat in the bushes before inevitably eating it.

Grayfia covered her mouth as it would help, still invisible. All she could do was remain quiet and hope that he couldn't see her. She saw his dragon head, two gargantuan horns and from her perspective, an eye... red with circles and a golden slit crossing it, fixed on his target.

Whatever confidence she had in her task, got utterly destroyed that very instant.

'I have seen the mythical Welsh Dragon, Dgraig Gooch but... his size is something else!' She yelled inwardly, unaware that she was bound to be surprised by the size of something else soon enough.

The head opened its mouth and a small beam of light shot towards the wailing gryphons. It was instantaneous... the beam coated them and the next second they began falling like dead pigeons; completely turned into gold, crashing harshly against the golden soil.

Gryphons were mystical existences of Helius, the lower realms exalted them as gods, yet... here they were nothing but golden sculptures, unable to escape even when they fled at ridiculous speeds.

Richter immediately lost interest if his harrumphing was anything to go by; it was always like this, it didn't matter who came, no one posed a challenge. He even began to wonder how they had the audacity to come here with that puny strength, 'Tch! Seeking death'.

With his first objective cleared, Richter placed his senses onto the next target.

Grayfia didn't know what to do… this is the target, there is no doubt this is the Dragon God Richter, but… he looks so intimidating, powerful and overall... uninterested, 'How am I supposed to conquer this Dragon's heart!?'

She looked at herself, the body everyone in the underworld considered 'breathtaking'.

If a beautiful ant was suddenly tasked to conquer her heart, would she give it a chance? of course not, an ant is still an ant! She would at most try to pet it before inevitably squashing it due to the overwhelming difference in strength.

*RUMBLE!!*

The world shook once again as the dragon spoke, making her regain her bearings. The dragon growled, his mocking voice possibly rumbling to the nearby stars.

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"UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS; THINKING YOU CAN COME HERE AND STEAL MY TREASURES… THE MOMENT YOU COME HERE... YOU'RE ALREADY A PART OF GOLDSTEIN, MERE SOIL IN THIS LAND TO BE STEPPED ON".

Grayfia could only hope for him to just go for now, 'I need time, right now, I can't face him'

But for the next two minutes, the gigantic head didn't depart!

'What is he waiting to leave!?' She was crouching inside the pond, covering her body with her wings and her mouth with her hand. Grayfia went as far as to cover the Demon God sculpture's mouth; not risking it in case the bastard wanted to crack a joke in the worst moment possible.

Not moving even a millimetre, invisible yet frightened, her heart palpitating crazily. This is not the Biblical God or the Demon King… this is something terrifying… and... beautiful. A gulp of nervousness made her nervous -thinking even that was too loud. But, the more she regarded this dragon, the more beautiful he appeared.

A living Dragon with shining golden scales.

'This dragon… is so beautiful… w-wait, what am I thinking... he could just squash me!'

While secluded in her thoughts; the dragon -or the head- looked around until he settled in her direction.

!!!

"I SMELL YOU… NOT GOLD" He said with a deep frown, immediately making her heart palpitate in disarray.

"FLESH... A STRANGE CAMOUFLAGE TECHNIQUE INDEED, BUT IT IS NO DIFFERENT THAN HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT FOR ME, WOMAN. EVERYTHING AROUND YOU IS GOLD, YOU'RE LIKE A BLACK DOT IN A SHEET OF PAPER." The dragon uttered with mockery, his voice as slow and profound as ever, sinking her heart into the abyss.

'I'm dead…' He could even point out her gender.

Biting her lips there was only a single option to go for... and that was to face him straight. Erasing her camouflage; a body covered only by wings appeared in front of his eyes.

Grayfia saw how he his red eyes widely for a moment, remaining silent and looking in her direction as she stepped out of the pond, placing her hands against her breasts in a hopeless endeavour to cover her pink buds, feeling naked as the gold dripped from her alluring body in small droplets.

Her silver hair extended loosely, catching the Dragon God's attention.

Grayfia bit her lips and opened her wings, if she was to face him, she'd do so head-on. Her eight wings spread widely, uncovering what was considered the underworld's treasure. Feeling shy she continued to cover her breasts win one arm and her crotch with the other.

There was a momentary silence. Richter's eyes were firmly glued to her as several thoughts clouded his mind. Grayfia couldn't feel anything in his gaze... killing intent, wrath, love, lust... infatuation, nothing. Most of the devils would regard her with obsession and lust, but his gaze was devoided of emotions.

Casting aside the fact that she could resist his gold corrosion -which was already beyond ridiculous. Two factors called for Richter's attention more than anything else. More than her sinful body that would make any mortal crazy.

Her silver hair and her eight wings.

'Eneva...' that was the first thought induced by her silver hair, a thought that he quickly cast aside.

As for her eight wings, he couldn't recognise any race in the multiverse that had eight wings, moreover... they looked like that... she might be a demoness, but demons have only two wings.

'What is she?' He wondered with curiosity, and for an entity that had lived for so long... curiosity was imperious and scarce.

"My name is Grayfia Lucifuge, I have no intention of injuring you or disrespecting you, mighty dragon…" The devil bowed at first, recognising him as her superior. Something that she was taught to do in front of any Dragon King or Heavenly Dragon.

In the underworld; Dragons were high in existence. Showing discord in front of one of them translated into death most of the time. Her power as an Ultimate Class Devil could barely match that of a Dragon King, but in front of a Heavenly Dragon like Dgraig or Albion, she could only await Death.

Showing herself naked and submissive was according to Grayfia, her best gamble.

And she wasn't wrong.

Even if endless beauties had already gone through his eyes, Richter still had to consider this silver-haired... pseudo-demoness? as a rather unique specimen.

"…" the creature remained silent yet again without a single wave of reaction, irritating her...

'How can I know what to do or say if he doesn't even give me a hint?!' this is not something she expressed outwardly.

'And now there is a problem, what should I say next?' She found this self-enquiry discouraging, 'My experience in love is Zero, what can we talk about? the weather?'

Meanwhile, Richter awaited her next words, 'You have got my attention, I will prolong your life for the moment, what are your next words?'

'I'm here to conquer your heart? It would be a miracle if I survive after that… or not? This is a male greedy dragon, the more powerful they are, the greedier they are. Dragons are also sexual creatures and I'm… hot… ' She blushed, something that undoubtedly made the dragon tilt his head in confusion.

Grayfia had never thought of herself as 'hot' not because she wasn't but because she was too busy slaughtering devils of the old satan faction to notice. Just thinking that she desired to look 'hot' for the other party, produced in her a mild embarrassment.

'So, he should feel attracted to me, right?' the devil beauty concluded, perhaps moving straight to the point wouldn't be so bad? any other option seemed inconsequential like 'friends?' that seemed like a good option, according to the system his weakness was his loneliness, and considering that this entire realm was empty with only him here, being friends might be a good start.

Perhaps due to overconfidence in her figure and courting statistics, she decided to risk it all.

"I'd like to conquer your heart, Mr Dragon. If you'd allow me." She bowed again, blushing bullets, not believing the words that just left her mouth.

"…" The only thing I received was the dragon tilting his head in confusion the other way for a few seconds before he frowned.

'Another gold-digger...' the Dragon sighed.

Grayfia, who had been bowing, didn't catch his expression. His silence worked wonders for me, 'At least he didn't immediately kill me...'

Alas, she rejoiced too soon. Before she could even continue her next line, he opened his mouth and a beam of gold engulfed her.

[YOU HAVE DIED].