A visitor? At last. I've been getting far too tired of waiting for those clowns. Now, you wanna poke around in my head, find out what kind of tortured soul I am? Or maybe you simply wish to know more about me? Either way...darling~ Take a chair, get some tea, get comfortable, let me massage you even; because otherwise, this would be a disappointing visit.
Why, you ask? I'm a demon and a devil, why the fuck would you expect mercy?
Were you searching for a damsel? A soul beyond repair? You'd be right to assume the second but it's laughable if you thought I was the first. Why again you ask? Isn't that getting a bit desperate? Because I'm damned demon you moron and I do whatever the fuck I want!
Ahaha~
However, how about we make a deal so this visit of yours isn't a complete waste of time? Hmm? You sit there and relax, maybe even start sipping some of that tea, and if you wish for better entertainment, let me spread my legs wide and flash more of my big flashy tits! Whatever you choose rests entirely up to you, so why don't we begin unfolding the centuries-long secrets behind the maze?
The last holy war, a time of conflict past the death of the demon lord, the champion had died fighting the calamity, but it hadn't put an end to the conflict like the gods and goddesses had promised. Faith ran thinner than the blood of soldiers on every inch of Atlarian soil–all but one, the edge of the world and the land of the human king.
Nobody dared touch his castle, no man who wasn't already inside dared to crawl toward his city walls, even if it was the last thing that could save their life.
Why, you ask...again? Because he blasted a god to death with a canon, and a single foot soldier killed and devoured the god of time. But I digress, as what mattered more than some castle, some secluded patch of land was faith, and few gods could still hold it in their dire state.
Even the champions of these lands had been babies when I had first set foot in this soil, and sure the maze hadn't yet been built, but I've always been here even during the war doing as Aphdorite commanded with my numerous succubus to help her warriors relieve themselves a little.
Demonic blood potions in bulk, how do you think they got it so easily? Pfft! Demonic gauntlets that suck up the wearer's blood for power, demonic leather, metal, fuel, liquids, and the whole goddamn arsenal! Enjoy more content from mvl
WHY DO YOU THINK THOSE WHO'VE LIVED THROUGH THOSE TIMES HATE THEIR GODDESS?! IS IT MERE DISSATISFACTION OR THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE WAS DESPERATE TO KEEP HER NAME LIVING NO MATTER THE TIME?! DO YOU–haa...Allow me a second.
She sold their humanity for herself, for her insatiable hunger for faith, and sure the land lives as the most lush on Atlaria, but it's built on the sacrifice of some very dissatisfied soldiers, and my succubus army.
I am Athenia, visitor, without me the city crumbles and so will its pillars. The lands will lose their harvest, the people will be diseased, but most importantly, all those blessings they've enjoyed will be revealed for what they are...the work of a devil.
As for the goddess who rules this land, she cannot command without me secretly allowing it. Why can't she? For the same reason, Raven couldn't alter or even see Maria's true memories. Do you get it now? Finally? Either way, it's time, I've enjoyed your company enough, but maybe on your next visit, let's enjoy it another way shall we?
Ahaha~ AHAhAhAHA!
Note: Please do let me know how you feel about this chapter's narrative direction. I think it was well suited for the character to reply back to someone looking into their mind, so I chose a different experimental approach.