Target Name: @#$%!!!KL Arika Tenevris Aineura ADF@%!!#%$%

Race: Demon

Faction: Aineura Demon Empire

Lvl: 25

HP: 2,695/25,000

ATK: 2,500

DEF: 6,250

MP: 12,500

XP: 25,900

State: [ - Weakened ] [ - Regina Aqua ] [ Skill Destroyer ]

Titles and Roles: @#$%SDFSE 2nd Demon Lord BRNTS@#$% | Current Ruler of Aineura | @#$%aasdRWQsa Second Ruler of Aineura sdXC@#$% | Divine Intervention | Ruler of the Ninth Tower

MAGIC:

Passive Skills: [ Armor: Lvl. 1 ] [ Speed: Lvl 1 ] [ Fear: Lvl. 1 ] [ Rapid Calculation: Lvl. 1 ] [ Reaction Haste: Lvl. 1 ] [ Longevity: Lvl. 1 ] [ Spell Incantation Acceleration: Lvl. 1 ] [ Spelless: Lvl. 1 ] [ HP Recovery: Lvl. 10 ] [ MP Recovery: Lvl. 10 ]

Instrument Skills: [ Appraisal: Lvl. 25 ] [ World Scan: Lvl. 5 ] [ Search and Destroy: Lvl. 1 ] [ Blood Analysis: Lvl. 1 ]

Extra Skills: NONE

Special Skills: [ Absolute Tower Control: 9th ] [ Demon Lord ] [ Incarnation ] [@#$% LKBSDFBVSDFYIUGReincarnation Type: DivineSBLFGHSBFGSH @#$% ] [ Last Stand ]

ELECTRONIC:

Upgrade Abilities: NONE

Instrument Abilities: NONE

Extra Abilities: NONE

Special Abilities: NONE

It has been around 47 hours since Ai last used a called a ‘Digital Scan’ on me. I knew how long I had been held there midair in the room, barely being healed as the curse that Petrel gave me is more powerful than any heals Ai and Black Angel gave. Even with their profound and intricate technological ways of healing and treatment, curses made of magic still prevail. Nothing seems to help me rid of it, not from the Aqua Regina Curse but from fate.

I have been laying down from this bed ever since our arrival inside the tower. These tablets and panels made of the finest glass reflects an image of me and my own status of weakness. This one device which showed my own status similar to an Appraisal Skill written on glass instead of in the caster’s mind showed additional information about myself. No one even for the other tower kingdoms must have thought of using a piece of stone with the Appraisal rune casted on it to portably use it anywhere in the absence of a person who specializes on Appraisal skill. Not that it was needed since the Appraisal Skill rune was simple to read and integrate to your own magical signature. Even at level 1, anyone could read the rune and was easy to use. Unlike the Appraisal skill which scans and shows everything that there is need to know from the appraised, this one from the device Ai called a “screen” only showed details from me similar to a Lvl. 5 Appraisal skill, it was too brief for anyone to know specific skills like their special skills and their details. A higher level Appraisal Skill would surely let the appraiser know what someone is hiding in their sleeve. High magic skills are usually detected in an instant and the current skills the appraised is currently casting.

I did not see it for the first time after browsing through the device. At the very first of the Appraisal results showed something odd about my name. Spaces and symbols seemed to attach not only beside my name but also within other areas near my titles and roles. Symbols start to repeatedly turn from zero to any number rapidly for each millisecond that passes. Not that I was surprised to see some errors with the device that kept scanning me. The symbols were merely a sign or rather additional information that showed something more that meets the eye. Yes, I know what might be causing these errors to appear as I have seen them appear when I was still a young demon girl back at the 9th tower which every person in the Aineura Demon Empire thinks is the real tower. These symbols were no errors of code or anything that these devices use, they are present whenever something was changed. It seems none of the two, Ai and Black Angel, saw this happen before their eyes. Well for Ai, she suspected it when she scanned me the first time during the attack of that Kraken. I don’t like telling people that I am not the person they really knew by name. I am not the demon queen which everyone knew and respected when there were still demons roaming around freely in this world. Arika Aineura, the name of which I simply made the moment I was born, was simply an illusion to hide my real identity. Even when Ai already told me that she was a reincarnate from another world such as me, I still would have the hesitation to tell them the fact that I am not really the real Arika Ainuera which her father used to know. I was reincarnated into this world not by accident but by choice. There was a mission I set myself to do and that is to find whoever made the demon race to its last breath in the first place. That is why most of my skills were merely of low levels along with some that showed a direct link that my existence was somehow interrupted by someone or something divine, I was that divine. The idea of dying crossed my mind as I continue to reminisce about my life from being a little girl upto being the queen. I kept thinking about the memory of that time where I saw a father of a girl who was holding her dearly before her consciousness slowly fades away.

“Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.” Sounds of machinery filled the room along with the dread that came with it. These repeating sounds play over and over again every hour of every day in that room. Most of the time these noises were not bothersome at all for they signify that these machines are still operating correctly. These machines try to keep the gates from opening, keeping one alive and so delaying the inevitable. The loss of the sounds these machines make would foreshadow the unthinkable. It does it by making more of these sounds and abruptly ends it, not the absence of it. The repeating tone of such apparatus would instantly fill the room with panic, and it did. “Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.” the loud noise in a rapid rythm engulfed the room and every professional is in a state of terror. The machine, along with the ropes and wires that come along with it, showed on its screen an unstable pattern which showed multiple lines turning erratically upwards and downwards.

“She is going into a shock!” one of the nurses announced in panic as they called for more backup inside the ‘hospital’ as they would call it. More and more of the people who worked there left their post from the many patients they were handling. “We need more stimulators!” another nurse screamed outside the door as doctors appeared along with the medications. Additional medications were catered and brought into the room and immediately administered on the arms of the little girl suffering from a ‘severe blunt force trauma’ or was it ‘catastrophic brain trauma’, I could not remember what it was. Their machines were drowning most of the words in that room. Prior to what caused such a severe injury, I did not know. However, I only heard she was attacked by a hero from an unknown kingdom. It was the only explanation of what happened at the time as not them, not even their nation used the term ‘hero’ or any other form of military unit bearing that title. As I would think about it now, how could they know it was one of the heroes of this world? Did they manage to see their faces? It was not sure if they indeed did it but one thing is for certain, magical residue was present in the crime scene. It was even pure magic that apparently caused her to fly and hit her head on pointed brick and stone.

“Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.” “Come on! Come on! we are losing her!” The people in the room were in utter chaos as the machine signals the gates of fate opening for that little girl. “200 bpm and increasing! We need to calm her down now!” screams and tones created a melody of despair as the inevitable happened and the room went silent.

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“Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep” a long tone is heard throughout the room. No one could not have understood what that meant for everyone including that little girl. Some stared in disbelief as they saw the girl gasping at her last breath, others knelt on the floor in tears. She then lies lifeless on that silver white bed along with her horrified father standing beside her. What he last saw was her own daughter shedding a single tear on her right eye, staring at her father as she passed.

“No. No! No! NO!!” the demon lord cried as he continued to hold her hand dear and near his heart. Knowing that most of their efforts to save the last of the demon race ended in utter failure. The last hope for their own race to thrive ended right at that moment. Sure the demon lord, the doctors, along with the other people in that same building were demons by flesh and blood, but they were all male. The last female in their total world population of 200 happened to die by their incompetence. An angel made of silver was overlooking all of this inside that very room. That small statue of an angel hanging by the wall is not to symbolise an angel subservient to a god, but it was an idol of the god itself. From a human perspective as I would think about it now, it was ironic. The entire demon race were religious to a god and at the moment of that girl’s death, the very hope of their populace to thrive, is now gone and their people were praying if there was another way to save her. Their prayers reached my head in an instant.

I did not know what happened at that time as I was out of my own universal domain. Apparently in a world I created so dearly with the demon race as its dominant life was utterly destroyed and in this case hope ended with that little girl dead. I oversaw all of it as I managed to return home after a long break from godhood quickly as one of my other kind saw something unusual in that world while they were passing by. I rapidly returned to check what happened and the first thing I saw was this little girl dying. I overheard it on one of their idol statues hanging from their walls that this girl was their last hope for their race to breed and thrive. My own species I made from my own heart were all but wiped out on the face of my own planet! I was outraged by that fact and took matters into consideration. The end of your main species as god meant that you were no longer fit for such a role. The entire universe I made for this one particular species to thrive to cease to exist and my domain was to be taken down.

I had to think about it at the time as time was not a luxury, even for the gods themselves. A being like me was not given power to control an important aspect of everything that exists, which was time itself. We were only given one power over our own that only stopped time inside our own domain. Reversing time and forwarding it were beyond our bounds as we were not power for such responsibility. However, I wished I could have that power that time as I wanted to know who ended my beloved race.

The entire universe as I see it stopped moving as I casted a universal spell that stopped the time in my own domain. The thought lingered me. If I could manage to fool the system, the law that is present for every domain, that meant that the primary race must survive on their own without any direct divine intervention. Gods cannot make more to simply replace the losses. Only two of their own made species can be brought to life at the start. Two starters which cannot die under any circumstances other than old age. They will be the foundation of every world. It was one directive we were not meant to break, such a violation would mean our demise. It was not just the people who believed in their god’s commandments you know. Even for our race as the divine, each of us had their own directives to follow. For this case, the choices were clear as light for me as their goddess. Stepping down from my heavenly domain to find the culprit of their agony. That little girl’s life meant not only for their lives as risk but also for mine as their god as well. Such an end was not in my mind to look forward to. So I began creating a new spell specifically for me to step down. Time resumed for the entire world to see their skies crying and thunder rumbling. Due to their skeptical nature due to their advancement in technology, these signs were feared. A few of my remaining demons in their race were religious and most did not believe in their creator. Hell, this surely caught those infidels off guard. Before I could even finish such a spell and risk being seen by the system for cheating them back to life, the demon lord I saw in that room told their doctors to bring out something. Curious, I stopped on my tracks and the rain and thunder stopped spinning over their heads.

“We need to test it on her.” the father pleaded with desperation on his face. “It is barely tested! Trials are not even yet planned…” one of the doctors protested. “We do not have a choice! It will be our last hope in saving her. Bring it here and I will put it in her chest myself!” the father replied in anger as he tried to deny her fate. A small square-like object was immediately given to the demon lord and doctors immediately cut her chest open. Her heart was inserted with this tiny object and the opening was sewed back closed. After the sutures were closed, the girl’s chest started to glow in gold. After an abrupt glow the object they inserted did not revive the poor girl. The glow of hope that meant for her to live again ended in another failure. The entire room was devastated and closed their eyes as there was indeed no hope at the beginning. For me it was the perfect opportunity to intervene as their goddess. That object they put in her heart apparently contained a light magic spell to revive the dead. I did not make this illegal in the first place as pure magic was also used by the gods to create them in the first place. In their terms under my domain, they deemed it blasphemous and banned anyone from using it. However, for them, it has its own limitations. The person’s soul is already taken and passed into another system. Reviving the dead meant for her life to return, not her soul. This meant her memories of life are no longer present and a new person is essentially born from that body. Of course for me to use such a spell, this returns the soul back in their bodies however that would be a direct divine intervention. Need I remind you that they never encountered magic before as they were more technologically advanced. They found it skeptical to work and the scene in the room proved it.

As I would use this new spell I made in the first place, this meant that I would be bound to my own rules I myself created. I cannot use any of my powers, divine or otherwise. The rules I made stay permanently, only the beings higher than my own could change or remove these mortal rules. I prepared myself to be bound mortally and use whatever powers the little girl had and some that I would gain in the future.

“Why?! Why has it come to this?!..” The father went on to stay by her daughter’s dead body, crying as the doctors were ordered to leave the room. He kept asking himself if there was another way to save her daughter from her fate. The girl suffered from injuries from a fight which almost ended her own life, unfortunately not from her mother. There the storm clouds gathered once again as I happened to finish casting the spell I needed to step down. There were only two questions on my head as I went down. Who killed them all and why? We gods are not all knowing as they would believe. I needed to bring the demon race back on its feet as well as knowing who did all of this.

“..!?” The father was surprised to see her beloved daughter in her arms glow in gold as the Incarnation Spell continues its process. The heart that was made from a spell had the wrong type of magic, which I corrected by the time I doused her body in pure magic. Light magic does not work in that regard. No light or dark magic could create something that is meant to revive a person's life back into the living. Only pure magic does it perfectly. His eyes were filled with joy as I saw it above from the sky. My own consciousness fades into black as I see no light until I open my eyes again. These eyes however, were not mine and I greeted the father of the little girl with words that would hurt my own soul as a creator.

“...Who are you?” He cried even more as I said this and I myself in the body of that girl shed a tear as I promised myself not to tell him that her daughter’s soul has passed away. It was the only way to prevent a misunderstanding and the discovery of divine intervention against the system. He hugged me even tighter and painfully enlightened me with his own words of relief as her daughter came back to life.

“Thank the goddess you are alive again. Arika.”

Time has passed after that tragedy with her mother and a miracle for her daughter. I came to discover what life the demons I made were living in this world. I did not consider this as a trip to see what my creation has been doing but rather to see what drove them to have their entire world population fit in one corner of the world. It was at the time I saw their latest technologies and advancements in storing their history into a device called a “computer” which was hidden deep inside one of the 9 towers they made across the planet. I tried to access this device as I would see the girl’s father, Leon Mercel Tenevris as I discovered his name later on, using it. At those times about 5 years later I got so accustomed to being called Arika Tenevris that I almost forgot my own real name. I believe I was called Solvia Lactea.

My reminiscence was later interrupted by a metallic door opening across the bed I have been lying on. I called Ai again to prepare for my own passing as I knew it would come. The spell I made back then still binds me and at the moment of my death I return to my domain. Yet I feel… afraid. Afraid of the ending of my own life as a mortal being. My mortal self being the last demon on the face of this world made me anxious of my own life as a god. They will definitely come to take over and remove everything I have done so far in this world and all the other worlds in this universe. Their takeover would not be immediate once the system discovers that my main race in this universe has ended.

“Is it time my queen? Arika?” The doors hissed closed as Ai entered the room and tried her best to comfort me. Ai closed the distance between us and sat beside a metallic platform used as a chair in this case, instead of meals. “There I have written everything I need to tell him. Pass it on to him as it would be my last words. Surely your technologies would allow him to separate from me and allow him to live?” A short pause occurred from our conversation as I gave Ai the letter written by yours truly. “Him? Who are we talking about? Ai looks at me curiously even, surprised as I mention someone else.

“You said you were the last demon remaining in this world?” Ai replied in disbelief. “Indeed I am, but soon he will be. I already have his attention and he will be coming here on this island in a few months’ time.” I added more to her questions. “A few months’ time? He is not with you while you and your kingdom escaped? Where is he even now?” I moved my hand over my chest going straight down on my lower body. I pointed to where he was as I began to shed a tear. What is this feeling? Gods don’t know what it is and neither did I until before I was about to leave this world. Grief was the term they described during that time when the original Arika was dead. As the emotionless gods we were, I for one felt like the whole world I created myself did not account for something this dreadful. Ai looked at me dead in the eyes with the same emotions I have. From a short small tear to a stream, she cried in front of me with her arms hiding her eyes. She cried to her heart’s content while her head sat on my own chest like how Arika was when she cried beside her father.

To the father of my own child, I knew nothing of him. He was once a knight protecting me as his queen but I knew nothing of his name. We found each other with great beauty and thought nothing but to do it immediately. An attack came in which we were inside the A1 Carrier and he left me in battle. Before Admiral Petrel entered the center of the A1, I saw his body cut clean with the weapon of the admiral. Their so-called ‘heroes’ doing nothing heroic in the eyes of the demon and the god.

“I’m sorry…” Ai continues to cry as she comforts me. The corners of the room lit up in dark blue as Black Angel appeared beside Ai. “There is a way he could be separated from you and he can continue to mature. I know more ways to do it based on what they gave me in my memory.” I let out a sigh of relief. “I see. See to it that he lives until old age brings him to the other side. Once he gets to read and write, let him read my letter. Promise me to protect him at all cost, the both of you. This world shall not live without him here.” Ai returns from deep sorrow and sits straight as both of them respond with a nod. “I will. Arika Aineura.” Ai smiles. I turn my head and hand facing Ai as I casted Spell Transfer Special Skill. Pure magic fills the room as gold and white light engulfs me and moves to engulf another. Ai kept touching my left hand as the transfer completed. My body lies heavier and my eyes fail me as I enter a never ending sleep. I shall see you later, Ai. For now, I am going back to the sky.

To my beloved: Natan Tenevris Aineura

From your mother in the sky: Arika Tenevris Aineura