There were many joys in this world, really many! But nothing could compete with the joy at hand - the joy of watching my own face in the mirror. My beautiful eyes, inherited from my flawless Milatifrian mother, azure in colour, long hair, at first glance a light shade of brunette, however whenever the sun touched my hair, strands of gold became visible in between the fairly light brunette . The very sign of my ancestors. Out of 6 children, I was the only one with these traits. Only my youngest sister shared the hair colour with me and yet, her hair was not as light as mine.

My mother came from Milat - an ancient Kingdom ruled by the Gods of Milatousia for thousands of years. The Gods were overthrown by the force of majestic beasts, possessing the strength of 140 Gods each. The Gods were pushed back into their domain about 548 years ago, their domain said to be a parallel universe. The people of Milat have long since forgotten who they were. Even though the godly blood was still running through their veins. When the Dominos Generis invaded Milat and the surrounding kingdom's, Kings were slaughtered, the people assimilated to the point where any connection to the Gods was ridiculed, making a mockery out of that very belief. The people of Milat were instead brainwashed to think they exist to serve the Dominos Generis, forced to accept that religious beliefs do not exist, there was no God and man were created by coincidence.

I looked at my collection of history books and let out a sigh of frustration.

To give up so easily drove me mad. A divine heritage is something that should never be forgotten.

My father was from Pardesia, a country far from here. Pardesia shared the history with Milat. These countries were neighbours and both suffered the same fate of having their people completely forced into submission by the Dominus Generis. However, there was an expectation.

We grew up in a small village in Pardesia, its name was "Ilum Maru". The village isolated itself from the rest of the country and kept true to their ancient fate and never let go of the belief to have godly blood flow through their veins. For that reason, there was a death sentence on anyone in our village. They sent officers to get us many times, but none of them ever left the village alive. They were tortured, murdered or even robbed of their souls by the Magus of the village, a direct descendant of the God of Magic Pam-Pouneh.

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However, 10 years ago, my parents still decided to leave the village and turn themselves into slaves of the Dominus Generis. They said they were making better money here and that they'd be able to provide their children with a better education here. Ridiculous. How can a person - a person with the Blood of a God at that, willingly turn themselves into slavery?!

Life here was a bore. The Dominus Generis were all self righteous little shits, who think they stand above any other culture and religion. And yet it was only 176 years ago when they still didn't know water existed to clean yourself. That you heat up food before you eat it. They were worthless barbarians who stole culture and civilisation from others, robbed them off their riches and then pretended to stand over them once they forced them into poverty.

I hated them all. It would be a bliss if the richest King in this world made his threats a reality and pulverised this country to nothingness already.

I combed my long hair gently, making it shine more than it already did. I opened my closet and grabbed my uniform, an azure blouse, tight enough to show off my beautiful, feminine bust. I always left two buttons open to expose some of my neck. It wasn't officially allowed to but I did so anyway. No one would rule me, I was a goddess and anyone who'd oppose me would be punished. In one way or the other. I grabbed the skirt next. It wasn't as short as it was when I first got it. I changed it into a mini skirt with a few cuts. What am I? An old woman who'd wear a skirt over her knees?! No way. I had stuff to show off, not to hide! It was of black colour, complimenting my womanly bottom with its shape.

I took the baton next and placed it in its belt by the right side of my skirt. I applied some red lipstick and powdered my cheeks. The rest of my make up was already done and perfect as ever.

It was time to go to my job. I was no friend of the slavery system the Dominus Generis used us for, but I had to earn money, I was part of this corrupt system even if I didn't like it. I was an officer at a checkpoint. I did things like selling vegetables or books before, but it wasn't for me. Whenever I put people in their place I was criticised or even fired. One time I just beat my master to a bloodied mess. That stupid bitch really thought she could rule a Goddess?

With this job as an officer I had what I always wanted - Power.

Power meant everything to me. Power was what was taken from us by the self proclaimed superior people. Power was what I possessed as a Goddess. That power was taken from me and I would reclaim it. It wasn't the time to yet, but I was certain, the time was due. It wouldn't be much longer. I'd bring the glory of the ancient past back and reign over these worthless pieces of garbage calling themselves human.

I'd show them what a sin it was to deny the dominance of the Gods.