Icarus, the name that belonged to the man that had flown too close to the sun.

Amelia had wondered if that name was chosen ironically, if he had predicted his own fate, or if he had chosen that name simply due to what it represented. She would not be too surprised if it was both in some ways, though unfortunately, she also knew that the man would not satisfy her curiosity.

Arknis itself is made up of a bunch of planets, which would not be all too different from what the other worlds are like, but it is quite different from the other worlds. There are no such things as galaxies or universes within Arknis, only planets that made up the world in its entirety.

And right now, she was on one of the more unique planets.

A planet without a magma core in the middle of the sphere, which allows different living beings to live underneath it. The two types of beings that lived underground in such a way are classified as ‘creatures of the darkness’ which includes vampires, demons, ghouls, undead and so on.

Erebon is the home of the demons.

A place where the sun could never reach, chaos and destruction go hand in hand like tea and milk and stability being a myth and reality at the same time.

She knew that no looks would be thrown her way despite feeling like she was small within the crowd. Generally speaking, demons were naturally much taller than humans, though they were not the tallest species by average, that would have to go to the giants.

She came here due to a mere hunch after reading through all of the current information the office had on him that he would be here. Though Erebon was a giant underground city that was basically half the size of America so trying to find one person was like trying to find that one particular ant.

Although she knew that she could trust her instincts, to a certain extent.

Naturally in a city like this, there would be a lot of places that were the definition of shady.

Moros’ Bed — Contrary to what some might think of the name, it was named after the Personification of Death due to what sort of deals that ran this area. Intel that was highly confidential, some even ancient, the kind that was lost to time; Jobs that most sane living beings would not dare to take on, not even the demons; Things that some would pay anything for just to get their hands on it.

As for the bed part, within this dimly lit tunnel system there was a constant thing in the middle of it all, something everyone that operated here tried to move once but somehow was unable to. It looked like a bed straight out of a vintage shop, heavy, thick wood that had patterns engraved into it. Even for the eons the tunnel system had existed, it still stood firmly, not even looking more than a day old.

She knew that she could ask Moros personally, but she already figured what sort of response the damned demon would give her.

Some knew her, though they did nothing other than just give her a nod, acknowledging her presence. They knew to keep themselves to their stores that were carved out by themselves within the place, besides, they knew it was not beneficial to them if they tried to pick a fight with the demi-goddess.

Although not everyone played by the same rules here.

“Miss~” A sickeningly sweet voice reached her ears as she turned her head to the side.

She recognised the woman near immediately, Voval, a demon with horns that were white at their base. Her thin tail swished around, wagging like an excited dog as she approached her. She was one of the other demons that ran Moros’ Bed. It had always been a running joke that everyone that operated within the place would introduce her as a succubus to the new customers and newbies.

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They were not that wrong, since it was a half-truth.

She followed the demon along without much of a second thought, which led her to the store personally owned by Voval. Her store was still dimly lit like the rest of the area, though it was far more luxurious.

Bright and shiny ceiling lights, the gold accessories that littered around the area as if it was only trash. The more common gems were thrown along with the gold, though they were all placed in a way that it would not stand out much, somehow still fitting into the entire store just nicely. Her store was much larger than all of the other stores, having a few large tables at the front.

She brought her to the back, where a much larger golden table awaited them. She gestured for her to take a seat, sitting directly in front of each other.

“It’s been a long time since you came down here.” Voval’s head tilted like an adorable child trying to gain someone’s attention.

“About 100 years ago, I suppose.”

“You must have come down here for a particular reason.”

“Same goes for why you called me here.”

Voval raised her thin arm, gesturing for the guard standing close to the door. “Bring us some tea, darling. The shipment that we had just gotten yesterday.”

The guard nodded and quickly left the room,

“For you to come to Moros’ Bed again after so long… You must be dealing with something incredibly important right now.”

“Were you going to come find me, dear?” There was a subtle shift in her tone, but Amelia knew that it was not anger.

“Well, I was just going to look for whoever I think has the intel I’m looking for.”

The guard returned just in time, holding a tray of teapot set in his hands. He poured them both a cup of tea, resting the tray on the table. Her eyes looked down, seeing the faint red hue of the tea.

“I didn’t know you were into importing tea yourself.”

She chuckled. “Oh, it’s just a new interest I have taken on.”

“Just like that man you’re trying to look for.”

Amelia did not rush to reply, taking a sip of the tea first. “It’s mildly sweet, the refreshing kind.”

Voval’s smile had gone, replaced with a genuine look of confusion. She did not have to ask for answers, knowing that the goddess would give it to her anyways.

“The taste and fragrance in your mouth lingers like an annoying fly that just wouldn’t leave you alone. You have a great taste in tea.”

Since Amelia said it so seriously, Voval was debating on if she should say something as a reply. Yet she was not done yet. She rested her arms on the table, leaning forward just enough that the demon would notice it.

“That man has talent, even if he is using it in a very unconventional way. But I for one would suggest you keep your hands to yourself and not intervene in this matter any further than you should.” She dragged a smile on her lips. “This is for your own benefit. And I’m telling you this as a token of appreciation for every transaction we had done before.”

Voval’s face fell, an unreadable gaze clouded over her oval light pink eyes. Amelia’s smile slowly turned into something more natural, though morphing into a faint smirk.

She took in an exaggerated breath, even if the tension in the room should have made her breathe that way, Voval could tell that it was not affecting her in the slightest. “Well, there aren’t many that lived long enough to know and remember the tales of people like us.”

“The few species that have lived far too long include dragons, wyverns, demons and angels. And demons are the easiest to find since Erebon isn’t much of a secret to anyone. With how the general demon species worked, you would have a far better chance finding old, ancient tales here.”

She raised her hand, cutting off Voval as she parted her lips. “I know you have no intentions to overthrow me. After all, you don’t have too much on me either and someone like you isn't too interested in anything else other than the entertainment a situation like this brings.”

“As a customer of yours, I would just like to warn you that you should stick your nose out of situations that are too beyond your knowledge.”

Her smirk turned into a wide grin as she asked, “So, could you be kind enough to tell me where Icarus is? Or should I do a deal with you to find out?”