Beings who defy the Gods. They came in many shapes and sizes. They all have their own reasons and motivations. Some have more of a reason than others. Many of those who defy Gods have succeeded in the past, prevailing against them and bringing fear to the Divine Realm. Many have failed, laughed at by those they wanted to defy.
This tale is about one who tried to defy the Gods, only to fail at the last moment. She, a Chosen of a God, wanted to defy the Gods. A strange conflict of interest, but her Goddess found it entertaining, giving Her support so that Her Chosen may defy the Gods and claim her fate as her own.
Hundreds of years ago this child was born. There wasn't anything special about her, she was simply a monster, no special characteristics. A Demonic Fox like her could be found in any dungeon or wild area at the time. As she grew, she started to experience change unique to her.
It happened fifty years after her birth. One day, after fighting a large Brute Ogre and killing it, she started to feel tired, a tiredness like no other. Returning to her den, she fell into a slumber, exhausted and bruised from her fight.
Her den wasn't anything special. Bones piled up around her, leftover scraps of meat hanging off them. She had never bred with another so there were no cubs to care for. What this Demonic Fox didn't know was that underneath her den lay a piece of the Moon, a small piece but filled with so much divine energy that it had slowly twisted the surroundings, though far too slowly to have a noticeable change.
Little did this Demonic Fox know, this slumber was unlike any other. This is her evolution, an evolution that would change her fate forever more. The shard of the moon under her den reacted with this evolution, its divine energy streaming into her, awakening her mana and body.
A monster that becomes humanoid is rare, in fact it’s so rare deep in the wilds like this that most believe it to be impossible. An evolution unique to her had begun, and after two years she transformed. A young, attractive girl with long, beautiful black hair and blue eyes woke in the den.
All alone, a monster no more but still considered one. Confused and scared, the girl stumbled out of the den, into the cover of the night sky. For a moment, she gazed up, becoming lost in the night sky. The first sound she heard broke her focus, a sweet melody is what the girl heard. At that time, the System decided on her name.
The girl, stark naked, slowly stumbled towards the noise. A camp opened to her, a group of men were sitting around the camp, one who held a musical instrument. When the girl appeared, they all turned their heads, surprise in their eyes before greed took over.
Fear, an emotion that all feel. Some say they never feel it, but they simply have forgotten the feeling. The girl felt it for the first time when those men looked at her, eyes filled with lust and greed. The men made their move quickly, eager to sink their fangs into this beautiful naked girl.
Perhaps it's instinct, or maybe latent talent. The moment the men approached her, she chose to fight, not to take flight. Like a clumsy school kid throwing a ball, the girl swung her fist at the head of one of the men with all her strength. The punch landed, flattening his head against the ground, instantly killing him.
With another wild and untrained punch, she killed her second human before finally landing a kick to the last man. There she stood, three men dead. She wasn't sure what happened, but she felt glad it happened.
Gently, the girl lifted up the harp. She liked the sound it made, that gentle and soothing sound. Carefully cradling the harp as if it were a newborn, she quickly ran back to the den. There she gently caressed the harp, as if trying to coax it into playing for her. Accidently touching a string, she heard the sound it made.
Very carefully, she plucked the other strings, hearing the sounds they made. An overwhelming feeling of happiness showed itself on her face as she slowly tried the strings in different order, slowly playing a melody.
There, she spent a week slowly playing the harp, each strum bringing her an indescribable happiness. Her thoughts only ever on making the sounds but a new sound interrupted the one that brought happiness, one that gave her a sense of pain. The rumbling of an empty stomach sounded throughout the den and the girl, who had become addicted to the harp, knew she had to find food.
As if on instinct, she made sure to hide the harp, though not very well. As she left the den, it didn’t take long for her to find prey. A large Hellfire Rabbit, a delicacy to Demonic Foxes. The moment she saw the rabbit, she knew she needed it. Without hesitating, she charged out with a roar, swinging her fists once more. The rabbit hesitated at the sound of her roar, a fatal mistake. The strength of the newly evolved girl had become mutated because of her unique evolution and with a single blow the rabbit was blown from its spot, slamming into a boulder, turning into a pancake.
Happy with her hunt, and eager to return to her harp, the girl grabbed the corpse of the rabbit and dragged it back. Tearing into its flesh with her fangs, she devoured half of the rabbit before feeling satisfied. Curling up into a ball, she fell asleep once more.
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This cycle continued for months. Unbeknownst to the girl, each time she killed she became stronger. While she saw the System, she didn’t understand it but knew accepting certain ones would be good for her, doing so on instinct. She didn’t care for it; however, she remained focused on her harp. Her fighting style had become rough and fast, but the harp had become the only thing she would be gentle with.
A new problem arose for the young girl. Thanks to her senseless killing, a nearby town had become aware that a dangerous, high level monster was in the area. So a request was sent to the nearby city’s Adventurer’s Guild, who responded with an up and coming group of Silver Grades.
Ego is a dangerous factor for an adventurer. To make matters worse, those who had been sent out had been pampered, told they would become Black Grade adventurers in no time and that they were some of the best talents to be seen in centuries. And so, this group of adventurers investigated the wilds, eventually tracking down the dangerous monster. To their surprise, and glee, they discovered the ‘monster’ is an evolved one, and a beauty at that.
Thus they planned to capture it, turn it into their plaything and drag it around for show. The group of seven slowly planned out their attack, and at midnight that night, they launched their attack on the den of this dangerous monster.
The young girl in her den sat alone, playing her harp like usual. She looked innocent, but she is a nearly sixty year old monster. She may be immature as an evolved monster, but her long life meant her instincts were tuned to their peak, especially when it came to sudden danger. Sensing the barely contained malicious nature, the girl leapt to her feet, carefully storing the harp behind her and bared her fangs as the adventurers blitzed into the room.
What had once been a plan to quickly capture the girl now turned into an all out fight. The girl faced humans far stronger than she’s ever faced. Coordinated, well equipped and sharp, the adventurers fought against her well, but it wasn’t enough. They had come with the intent of taking the girl as theirs, intending to use her as their plaything. They didn’t want to harm her lest they ‘damage the goods.’
The girl however is an evolved monster that has never known a civil life. When she sensed her life to be in danger, she wouldn’t fight meekly, allowing it to happen. From the moment the adventurers set foot in her den, she tossed aside any hesitation and fought them with every ounce of strength her body could produce.
There were no surviving adventurers that night, all of them died under her hands. It was a result the adventurers didn’t dream of, nor did The Guild. Weeks passed by until The Guild had to admit that they were foolish in sending Silver Grades to deal with this monster, so they upgraded the threat level…right to Ruby Grade.
Appearing above the den of the girl, a cloaked figure looked down at the hole that led to the scene of a massacre. Slowly descending, the cloaked figure lightly stepped into the den, cautious as to not alarm its resident. What awaited the person is a scene that one could only describe as horrifyingly beautiful.
The girl sat there, still as naked as the day she evolved, playing the harp like an expert would, releasing a beautifully sad tune. Around her is the scene of a fierce battle, ripped apart corpses of the Silver Grades, piles of bones from monsters and signs of magic.
The cloaked figure stood there, their presence hidden, carefully observing all of this. Soon, the girl stopped playing, lovingly looking at the harp. A different sound played out, the sound of clapping.
The girl jumped at the sound and turned to the cloaked figure as if only realising now that it was there. But she froze in place as her eyes saw it. She knew right away on instinct that this person wasn’t her opponent; she would die if she attacked.
“Bravo, little girl. That was a beautiful song.” The cloaked figure approached the girl who started backing away. “Ah, I apologise. Here, a peace offering, I mean no harm…do you understand my words?” Out of thin air, the cloaked figure pulled out a basket of the finest cooked meats from his city.
Placing it on the ground, the cloaked figure stepped back, gesturing to it. “It’s all yours so take it.”
The girl sniffed the air, her stomach growling at such a delicious smell. Slowly approaching it, she grabbed a piece and slowly ate it, her eating speed quickly increasing. The cloaked figure only watched patiently until the girl finally finished before kneeling beside her.
“I know you don’t understand me, but there is nothing to be afraid about. Come with me, little girl. I will guide you to greater strength if that is what you wish for.” The cloaked figure suddenly pulls back their hood, revealing the face of a lanky man with black eyes and black hair. He held his hand out to the girl, a soft smile on his face.
The girl hesitated, not knowing what to do. Her instincts told her the man wouldn’t hurt her, but they also said if she took that hand everything would change. With some hesitation, she soon reached out, her hand taking his.
“Good choice. Don’t fear, if you’re with me, no one else will try to harm you.” The man checked her System, after all it was the only way for him to see her name. “Your name is quite beautiful and very fitting. It’s lovely to meet you, Melody. I am Alexander the Corrosive Dragon, and from this day forth you will be my disciple.”
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Jerking awake, Alexander massaged his brow while slowly rising from his hammock.
“That dream…tsk, and right when she’s about to step onto her Path.” Standing, Alexander looked over the Wildlands, a dangerous place even for him. “Why did I allow you to disencourage me to become stronger…is it because you overtook me so quickly? Heh, your daughter is just like you in that regard. But not this time, I can’t be slacking as her Master.”
Alexander looked at the sky, breathing deeply as he sensed his surroundings. “So she’s in Hiems? I better get a move on, reaching Eclipse-class wasn’t easy, but now I can at least buy time if that freak ever showed up again.” With a determined look, Alexander stomped his foot down, disappearing into a fog of black mists.