After 6 years from the death of Zdredgion, the Council of gods had a discussion.
"She is a Human but has killed a god. Shall we treat her as a large threat?"
"Zdredgion was a weak god, his Black Room could be broken by any god. We should not care that much about this human. However.. a human killing a god? There has only been a single other human doing that before, and it has been a massacre.."
Chloah layed on a bed from an Inn in a village. The village was pretty small but many adventurers were going there sometimes.
"Miss Chloah, your tea is ready!"
The girl walked downstairs to the dinner table to serve her drink.
"Did you hear about the Portal of Angels? I can't believe it.."
Chloah looked with the corner of her eye at the two adventurers, listening.
"After the death of Zdredgion, the Council is really stressed. I hope they don't Invoke a Banquet.."
"A BANQUET!?" One Man said loudly, standing up quickly.
"Deity Banquet. It is the worst exec-"
The man punched the other person that was sitting down, drinking.
"Shut up! Don't even talk about that. You will die you idiot.."
"Deity Banquet? What is that?" Chloah asked curiously while sipping from her Tea.
The man stood up, trying to get off the dust from his clothes.
"Deity Banquet is a council. The strongest gods known as Deities and the Supreme Deity are talking about the balance of the world. The last Banquet was 600 Years ago.. at the assassination of Aden."
"How come you know so much, adventurer?" The girl stood up, approaching the man.
"I am an adventurer, however my family was related to Armageddon, the past God of Storms. My name is Deggren Hetalarsk."
Chloah took out a pendant from her pocket, showing it to Deggren.
"Do you know what this is? I have it from my mother."
"A pendant. Silver chain and a black priceless stone in the middle. Obsidian? I am not sure.. Unless your mother is the most brainless person in the world.."
"What are you talking about?!"
"A pendant similar to this one is known in my country as Ars Goetia, Devil's stone. However all stones dissapeared... In front of humanity's eyes."
4 Days later, Chloah was walking on a path from a forest, known as Magora Forest. Seeing far away, a village. Burning in flames, ashes, devoured by the hellish dancing lights within the white moon of the silent night.
"What is this place.." The girl said, surprised and filled with fear, and pity.
A group of people with masks and black clothes came out of the deep fiery flames.
"We missed one. You should die, lucky one, you lived for 20 more seconds. Ars Goetia, Proxima!"
A wave of deadly yellow flames smashed into Chloah, the girl not having remaining time to talk. Her skin burning faster than her organs, returned to ashes, returned to nothingness. Only remaining part from her being her heart.
"We should head back to Master Ennokami. We retrieved the stone."
It looks like the story of Chloah ended here, the girl died without completing her wish.
Or, maybe not.. The ashes of her burnt body started to float, as shining silk threads began repairing her body, slowly. The masked entities looking at her, unknowingly of her.
"What is that.. I destroyed her body, with an Ars Goetia spell! What is this witchcraft.."
"Within the lost soul of a girl, within the lost ego of the little star. You sinned. You failed."
"What are you?!" The man said, preparing a spell to attack the girl again.
"Sir, I don't think we should remain here anymore.."
"Haa? What do you mean you idiot?"
"This presence.. It is not any type of god.."
"She gave you only a simple mission, and you failed. You couldn't kill all of them. Weakling."
The girl raised her arm in front of her while the masked men started to tremble in fear.
"The life of this girl is lost, but I will take good care of it. Lemegeton: Kinuyashi."
Threads of silk started to come out of the girl's arm. Uniting in a point, starting to shine. A quick thread flew at the speed of light between the masked men, exploding and devastating them. Their bodies decomposing to atoms.
"My Little girl, You have done well. My love for you cannot be measured in words, numbers, or Anything. You should have a good afterlife. Asgard welcomes all those who live for humanity, for gods, for life."