[Hasha Pov]
"Flowers surround me in every direction; here it is peaceful."
"Here it is quiet."
"Here it is neutral."
"Wars and bloodshed are nonexistent, everyone is getting along so well with one another; the Lamia are connected with the humans, and the humans are connected with the Lamia."
"And love is being shared and shown all around us."
"This was the ideal world that I have always wanted; what mother always wanted, yes! This was the ideal world we all wanted but was never granted."
"For as long as I have known myself, I have dreamt of a world where everyone can get along with each other; such philosophy of equality was burnt into my brains from a young age; my mother believes it or not was Dr. Aliana Stark, famous and strong Lamia scientists who pretend to be a human woman, she was well known in the old war for many things, however, her most notable achievement in the old world, was defying the laws of natures by creating the first ever artificial Male Diva in existence."
"And compared to the rip-off that is created or replicated in today's society, the first Male Diva labeled Adam, upon his birth was as strong as a General class Diva; within the royal family army; they shared the same physiology, while also having their own unique inherent traits as well."
"Albeit their superior power, the Male Divas' had one flaw, and that was their initial life expectancy, yes they were engineered to be strong warriors of mass destruction from birth however they have a short life span of three months."
"They were powerful weapons, but my mother didn't create them to be weapons, no she created them to be an alternative to the Diva's feeding problem; and population crisis; all for the sake of having peace with the humans, however, that dream of hers never came true; because as soon as the humans fond out who and what she was, they killed her with zero remorse, and r*pe her corpse shaming her further."
"At the time of her death; she was 68% done with her research, and I do not doubt not once in my heart in my heart that she could not have made a difference if she was still alive today; but with the war and the everlasting conflict between the races, my mother end up becoming a victim; I watch her work very hard from afar, just as I watch how her research partner betrayed her out of envy; and to add salt to the wound they even went as far as humiliating her corpse after death."
"Humans are nothing but a plague to the planet, but I can't take my anger out on them either; my race the Shadows Lamias, a variant of normal Lamias that is vastly superior in every way are no angels either; if I had a red gem for every time a Shadow Lamia kill and devour just for fun; spike and giggles, without a doubt I would have been the richest woman in the world."
Hasha said as she watches how Lamia and the humans were interacting with each other; albeit it also made her wonder; if she will ever find true love as well.
Thinking about it now; the closest thing to a partner she had was the young lord's father of sorts; seeing that he signed a contract with him.
"Lord Overdeath hmmm. An annoying man but kind at heart."
Hasha said to herself as she could recall the name of the man who was once revered as Kearon Vantis Overdeath, one of the strongest and most renowned assassins of the empire.
Thinking back on it; before he went sick; he was quite the charmer if not charismatic, his voice was like a drug of sorts seeing his words always had a sense of rationality present in it.
"My... I'm blushing at the thought of a mere human; well it's natural for servants to feel attraction toward their masters; especially if you have been with them for years; albeit my previous master was my friend's husband."
However, at that same time, Hasha began to hear a voice behind her.
"I see, so that's your true feeling towards me ha? Honestly, if you weren't so emotionless all the time maybe I could have taken a hint you know."
"Ha?"
Hasha said with a surprised look on her face; at that moment she began to turn around to the source of the voice; and there he was.
A tall man at least 6"6 in height, weighing about 221lbs of pure muscle, and with limited fat, he had smooth clear skin, and his eyes were a beautiful titan green that shine beautifully like an expensive marble.; meanwhile, his hair was spikey, and pure black in appearance, it reaches a little bit past his shoulders. But the style matches him, the man wore a full grey charcoal suit, with a blue banner with several cases on it as if to symbolize his massive achievement. On his head was a military cap, grey, with golden stripes along with an infinity sign, with a cross star over it.
The man had black gloves on his hand and wore neatly polished black leather shoes, meanhwilwhile behind him was a black cape with an empire symbol sewn into it, meanwhile on his left eye was the large floating monocle with optics symbols in it.
He was standing behind Hasha doing a stance all too familiar to her; his posture was straight, and his chest was poked out like a proud peacock, his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding firmly on the bridge of his crystal cane.
Hasha's eyes lit up at the sight of the man, albeit slightly, this man was, of course, someone close to her, and someone she has spent years with before he passed away four months ago.
"Ke...aron!"
The man smiled when he heard Hasha call out his first name; instead of just Master; or Lord Overdeath. It brought him a sense of joy in his heart that he couldn't explain.
"Yes, Hasha it's me Kearon."
"W-W-Wh...at are you ~~ doing here?"
"Of course, the only reason I came here in the first place was because I came back for you. Come on; don't tell me you spend so much time with my son to the point you have already lost interest in me your original master; or have you already forgotten the time we shared?".
Kearon said as he walk closer to Hasha; albeit Hasha step back, as she said.
"No~~ something isn't right. This isn't right, why am I thinking of you, the contract between me and you have already ceased, the vows of obedience shouldn't be thwarted toward you; so why? WHY? WHYYY DO I FEEL LIKE MY WILL IS SLIPPING?"
At this thought; at this very moment, at this one spot right here, and right now; Hasha realize something was wrong.
Her head began to hurt her. It was at that moment she realized.
"Wait... n-n-NONE! None of this is real, this is a dream isn't it?"
Hasha said as dominion over her free will began to return. Her happy peaceful demeanor fades to hate as she looks at the man, no the thing pretending to be lord Xander's father.
"You fucking piece of shit; to go as low as to attack a woman in her own dreamscape; tsk... Disgusting, truly and utterly disgusting."
Hasha said as she summoned fort a familiar black tear that came from her eyes. However, this one wasn't going to create a black hole. This tear had a different purpose as it traveled toward the imposter that dared fool and attacks her; in her own mind.
The small dark tar-like tear flew towards the person pretending to be Kearon it stop when it was over the imposter's head.
And then the imposter was pushed down to the point their knees were kissing the ground, as a large creator was formed under the increased weight pushing them downwards.
Orbital Gravity Technique, one of the Shadow Lamia secret techniques that replicate the gravitational force of a planet; in this case, the gravity the intruder was experiencing; was at least 500× the initial weight of this planet.
Hasha then walk up; to introduce used, and her blue eyes suddenly became a menacing black and yellow color; meaning her sclera was pure umbra black and her pupil was an eery and ominous yellow, she bent down to the intruder who was still smiling as they struggle to look at her.
Hasha places her hands on the area of effect as her hand grabs the chin of the imposter, and lifts her head to make them meet her eye to eye.
The moment the intruder's eyes met with Hashas the current form it had taken, began to melt away as the true form of the imposter was finally revealed.
There she was, a familiar face Hasha has seen many times over within the city of Archlight Island; a beautiful light skin beauty, with pink eyes, and long pink hair fashioned in a ponytail fashion. she stands at 5"2 in height and is far shorter than Hasha herself, and weighs exactly 129 lbs. She wears a black long sleeve one-piece; that tightly squeezes her massive racks together, and her oversize buttocks together tightly. On her hands were gauntlets, while she wore some gothic high heels boots that reach her knees. Hasha knew this person; yes this person was one of the wives of the bastard who ha being stalking and annoying her for days now, yes this woman was called Kila Gelfagord, the 8th wife of Zack Gelfagord, and a Saint Rank existence, but she also carries the moniker of the Spine-Queen, for her cruel execution methods of always ripping the head off the enemies shoulder, along with pulling the spinal cord out that is still connected the head of her enemies, as a finale method of execution.
She is a brutal warrior; that is a master of an enhancement technique and has mastered over four hundred different killing style that requires simple action such as ripping and tearing.
Hasha didn't need to put two and two together, she is more surprised that her stalker had taken so long to directly invade her privacy; however, she didn't think they would go as far as to enter her dreamscape.
So of course she had to ask.
"What the hell are you doing in my dreamscape Kila?"
"What else reason would I need to invade your dreamscape, there can only be one thing that I could possibly be looking for."
It didn't take long for Hasha to realize what she means by those words.
"Honestly you humans are so disgusting; it is clear to me now what your intentions are, you're after my true name aren't you; that's why you're trying to find my subconscious door, to enter the most secured part of my mind, either that or you're trying to find information within my soul core."
At these words Kila's smug smile became even more smugger as she place her hands on her lips, as she eyes down Hasha, nodding her head satisfyingly as she said.
"Why else would I be here; although I must say Hasha; you are quite the hidden gem are you? To think I'm talking to a literal legend; who would have thought that our precious little Hasha was once a part of the infamous clan of assassins, the nail of Hades, the house of death, and overall a servant of Kearon the inescapable; no wonder you look so familiar; You're the shadow of Kearon aren't you? But I know it doesn't end there."
"Phuphphuaahah... No! You go by many names, some dating as far as the Dante epoch, honestly your quite the monster Hasha, from the conscious memories alone that I have seen you at least have to be Teseract rank existence; how else could you possess the monstrous moniker of the feared "Gartana" or maybe the bloody legend of "The abysmal general, Salgan the heart taker". But Hasha is still more than even that I know cause I saw your memories you're also "The Void Snake "Ingly" of old Kharnamian mythology", "The witch of the Hex woods "Morgana" in Okesian folklore you are all of them and more, hahaha... No wonder my beloved fell in love with you at first sight, your too much, and now your just Hasha, yes plane old Hasha, quite the change for an Ancient Lamia that is as old or maybe older than the Dante epoch."
At these many titles, Hasha looks at Kila with a cold expression, it was obvious that she became a witness that need to be taken care of.
"Oh. How scary; is Hasha mad because I found out your little secret identity, or should I say identities."
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"Why so serious Hasha, why aren't you answering me hmm?"
However, it wasn't because Hasha didn't want to answer; it was like she couldn't, because after looking at her directly. Kila notice something odd, Hasha's entire body was starting to glitch.
"Ha, is this one of your tricks, well I will have you know, I don't fear you; not one bit, especially since you a Diva took the Oath of the Seraph, that's right you aren't allowed to hurt the member of the church in any way possible; of course that also applies to a spiritual level as well, but apart from that, I know your weakness, yeah it's that boy, the boy in your memory Xander, the last Overdeath; now I will make this simple, I will convince my husband to not use his authority to make his new life here a living hell, of course that is only valid if you agree to be my master's sixteenth wife, and also provide me with your true name to make it official."
"So what do you say, fellow sister wife? With all honesty, you're just preventing the inevitable, just say yes, and let's live a life of happiness as we drown ourselves in pleasure and satisfaction, being one of Zack's wives isn't as bad as many think it is; compare to many slaves and lesser female woman within the brotherhood, the way we live, and the way he treats us, we can easily say we are truly winning at life, and besides what can an inexperience boy even give you, like sweetheart, do you even see how thick and luscious you are, a mere child that doesn't know anything about the pleasure of the flesh can't possibly satisfy your sexual urges, this fact holds even more truth when we take into account that you're a powerful Diva. So tell me how can he satisfy you, don't you want a real man in your life, and I can definitely vouge for my husband's skill and size, he is a beast in bed that can easily exhaust all tire all fifteen of us at once; I remember a time when all of pass out in fiery passion, and he still wasn't satisfied, so he relived himself with our unconscious body, can you even imagine how good that feels?"
Kila calmly and convincingly announce to Hasha as she was patiently waiting for Hasha's response.
But Hasha still didn't answer, no instead he lift her head and smile, her entire being was glitching like an old tv, till eventually, she suddenly scattered into particles.
And what was left was another glitchy figure.
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At this point, Kila suddenly felt an immense presence looming over her, it was a feeling she was all too familiar with.
Her eyes look at the figure, and that is when she saw it, something unexplainable, something she couldn't understand.
"It looks like a man that was being distorted; in more ways than one, but it was that sound of his voice that scared the shit out of her."
It was the sound of a distorted set of voices that sounds like a man trying to talk via multiple voices that are cut from different games and tv stations to make scratchy sentences with a lot of static noises in the background.
But it didn't end there, because the once peaceful dream world that Hasha was in started to glitch in and out of many creepy backgrounds.
"W...Wwhat? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
Kila asked in fear; as creepy background music started to play.
But what made this experience even more horrific was the fact that the figure glitched right in front of her, its besting red blinking eyes, staring right into her soul as it said.
"hAShA M1π3$... How dARe yoU!!!..."
"I wILL KIll yOu... $L@ugTh3r yOu... mUrder y0uUuUuU!!"
The voice was everywhere, as it was glitching all over the place, getting more and more incomprehensible to understand as the second goes by, till it became completely nonsensical.
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