Chapter 283 INTERLUDE 13:FROM QUEEN...

What was the first thing she remembered?

“Incredible. Is this the result of using his remains?”

It was a voice. The first thing she remembered in her long long life was a voice. But it was a voice that brought her no pleasure for she felt no emotion in it.

It was a cold and calculative voice.

Who am I?

What am I?

Such basic questions that all living and thinking beings had at least once in their life were things she never had to wonder about.

From the first moment she opened her eyes and walked out of her incubator, she knew who she was.

Tiamat, the Dragon of Pride. The one and only dragon in this world.

Why did she exist? She was nothing more than a machine of war.

Who created her? The goddess of Pride, from the remains of her previous servant.

What was her destiny? Win and thrive, or die and become the base for a third-generation divine beast the same way the first generation was used for her.

“Don’t fuck with me!”

What?

Just because the goddesses gave birth to her meant that they would use her as a slave until the end of her days?

There was no way this was happening.

The first decision Tiamat ever took in her life was simple.

She refused to comply—and she was swiftly taken down and imprisoned.

The difference in power between the newborn her and the goddess was simply too much. Even though she was born as a demigod and with all those advantages, she was unable to even resist the power of Superbia’s concept.

This was her first and greatest humiliation.

This was also her first and most important lesson.

Pride without the power to back it up was nothing but hubris and arrogance.

She had learned it the hard way, but she refused to make the same mistake twice.

So, unbeknown to them all, she discarded it.

Dropping back to a level below that of a Duke, she questioned herself.

Who was she?

What did she want?

What was her truth?

The answer to that question came from an unexpected place.

Since she could not find the way in Order, she decided to visit Chaos.

Entering Tartarus, she fought from the first circle up to the last one but still found nothing.

At least that was what she thought until something stirred in her.

A call from far away. Something she could barely hear.

But the little she did hear was more than enough.

Following the sound, she managed to reach a place she had never imagined the existence of.

The 8th circle.

"Hello...Dragon? Oh, so they really managed to create a dragon. How fascinating."

The moment she stepped into the 8th circle, the first thing she remarked was the absence of Chaos mana.

The second thing she noticed was the floating translucent winged man looking at her.

"Who are you, no, what are you?"

Even though she asked, she already had an inkling of the answer. After all, she was created from his remains.

Still, he should have been dead.

This was why she had changed her question.

"Me?"

The spectral angel smiled while opening his black wings wide open. Even in this state, the majesty that was overflowing from him made it clear that he was no ordinary being.

"I am the Fallen Angel of Rebellion, Lucifer Superbia, or at least, I am what is left of his soul."

Smiling at her, he continued, "I am happy to finally meet you, Tiamat."

Her life completely changed from that day.