Anna and the Young Man were shocked as they saw tears falling from their lord's eyes. But instead of crying, the young lady smiled and laughed as if she were witnessing something so ridiculous that her tears started dripping. The truth was the opposite; she was confused and happy at the same time.
"My lord?" Anna asked,
Refusing to show them her soft side, the young lady stopped them by extending her palm forward. She then closed her eyes and stood up, calming herself upon seeing the miracles before her. Once she opened her eyes again, she unleashed her ominous aura to remind them who she was
The feelings the young lady was experiencing had long been forgotten by her, as she hadn't been able to express or feel them for so long. Living inside the castle and sleeping within a living carcass had made her forget what it felt like to truly live, to experience everything and find happiness in it.
"This world is holding so much mystery beyond my understanding. Yet on the back of that mystery, lies a beautiful yet mesmerizing phenomena." the Young Lady then stare at her subordinates, "My dear warlords, let's start a new beginning."
Anna and the Young Man then immediately bowed before their lord. They placed their right hands on their left chests and began to kneel, "Yes, my lord."
The young lady smiled, she then summoned her weapon, the Soul Defiler Scythe.
From her right hand, dark energy accumulated, forming a sphere filled with her mana. She then inserted her hand into the sphere and swiftly pulled out the great scythe. An explosion of mana energy spread, creating a barrier that cursed anyone who traversed it, causing their physique to disintegrate.
The young lady held the blade of her scythe close to her face. She rotated the blade so it was facing her neck. With one small cut on her neck, the scythe inherited her magic power. In this way, she activated the power of the Soul Defiler Scythe.
"Heed my words. For I no longer Diavolo, the name was never mine from the beginning. I request a new name for a new reign of mine." the Young Lady cast the spell towards the scythe.
The scythe then glowed red, its power emanating and spreading throughout the young lady's petite body. Its energy transformed her soul and damaged parts of her body. The process was excruciating, and she couldn't help but scream from the depths of her lungs due to the intense pain.
Her horn fell off, blood streaming from her head as she lost it. Her eyes changed, first wrinkling, then turning blank, and finally, her pupils shifted shape. Her petite body shrank and expanded repeatedly until it settled on the perfect form for her.
This is the power of the Soul Defiler Scythe, a magic weapon that can change a person's shape according to the color of their soul. Unexpectedly, the young lady who was once known as the Evil King has a beautiful color in her soul.
The red dress she wore turned white, and her dark cloak also shifted to white. Her hair turned black, and her pale white skin transformed into a soft ivory tone. When she opened her eyes, their shape returned to normal, though their color remained the same. The only things that didn't change were her wide mouth, capable of an ominous smile, and her height.
The young lady laughed, seeing her body transform into the form she remembered from the past, "So, I can really back to who once I was."
The young lady fixed her posture and stood tall before her subordinates. She held the great scythe beside her and raised her head, "My name was not Diavolo, for that's never truly my name. Thus I announce the birth of the new queen of darkness. The Evil Queen, Deviola Amadeus."
As she spoke her name, the dark moon emanated an eerie aura, revealing the new form of the Evil Queen. Amazement filled Anna's eyes as she gazed upon a beautiful being who hid such evil intent within an innocent body. The moon and the atmosphere mirrored the heart of Deviola herself, though her soul was as pure as her appearance.
The Young Man stared at the birth of his new lord. He bowed his head in devotion, awed by the majesty of her aura. He eagerly awaited her command.
Deviola then stepped down from the throne and slowly walked towards the Young Man, who still had no name.
"Anna Marigold, I believe you still carry the sword I gave you." say Deviola while slowly walks down.
"Yes, my lord." Anna answered.
Anna then set down her bag and took out the rusty sword that had once been held by the Young Man. She immediately presented the sword to Deviola while kneeling before her. Despite having spoken ill of the sword in the past, she handed it over without question.
Deviola take the sword and put the blade on the Young Man left shoulder. "Nameless warrior, I'll present you a new name you should hold tight on your chest. Thus, your new self will reborn, and you will serve me for the rest of your life. Do you consent?"
"Yes, I do, my lord." the Young Man answered.
"Then, rise your head and stand before me."
The Young Man followed his lord's instructions, standing still and trusting every decision to her.
Deviola then touched the Young Man's chest where the red orb was located. She could feel it clearly; it was about twice the size of her palm, with the core smaller than her palm. Mana flowed concentrically within the orb, spreading and absorbing the mana around his body. Deep inside the orb, there was a tiny empty space where mana avoided a very specific area.
She located the very specific place within the orb. Aiming at that spot, Deviola stabbed the Young Man's chest with the rusty sword. At first, the sword was rejected by the red orb and bounced off his chest. However, Deviola, being the creator of the orb, knew it wouldn't be easy. Thus, she focused her strength and drove the sword into the orb with even greater force.
Deviola managed to insert the sword into the red orb, but she still hadn't reached the specific spot she was aiming for. It was still far from where she had stabbed, and with the Young Man in pain, she struggled to make progress.
Forcefully, Deviola pushed the sword with all her might, causing the Young Man to suffer in pain. Unable to endure the agony, he fell to his knees. Deviola, not relenting, pushed even deeper and harder using both of her hands.
Once Deviola succeeded in thrusting the blade into his chest, a burst of mana exploded from his body, throwing Deviola back. Reacting quickly, Anna caught Deviola before she could hit the throne and possibly injure herself. They witnessed a magnificent amount explosion of mana.
Deviola extended her arms, casting a spell on the blade that had pierced the Young Man, while Anna held her ground.
"Heed my words, the young man is nameless, bear no title on his shoulder. I request, cleanse his body and curse him with a burden." Deviola casts.
The scales on the Young Man's body began to fall off, leaving scars on his skin and oozing a green liquid. His pale skin then returned to its normal tone, as if he had recovered from his illness.
His skin tone returned to normal, and the scales dislodged, but the pain he was enduring persisted. He felt the blade growing within his chest, poised to pierce through to his back at any moment. Deviola saw this but couldn't get closer, as the mana from the Young Man continued to burst out.
"Take it off! Take it off!! SCHORDINGER!!!" Deviola shout.
Hearing his name being called, the Young Man experienced a flood of unknown memories flashing before his eyes. Thousands of unfamiliar memories surged through his suffering mind. A smile, unfamiliar yet oddly nostalgic, appeared as if it had been seen just weeks ago.
The Young Man never disobeyed his lord. Once his name was called and an order given, he would forcefully complete his mission in the name of his lord. Therefore, he pulled the sword from his chest, ending his suffering once and for all.
The removed rusty sword then transformed into a large broad blade with an orb on its cross-guard. After minutes of suffering, he held the sword proudly. His body was now free of the previous pain, and he could feel the power of the blade surging within him.
Deviola smiled, having successfully completed the ritual. He had now gained new power and a new name. Her smile widened as she realized she could now easily address her soldier, "Congratulations, you deserve such power. Take the blade with you, may your journey be ease with it."
Confused, the Young Man had never heard the name before, yet it felt oddly nostalgic. He accepted the name immediately, even as he tried to remove the sword, a process he never thought he'd accept so easily. The nostalgic power within him compelled him to embrace the name under any condition.
"Ah yes, that's the name I'll give it to you. From now on, your name will be Schordinger, an experimental soldier between the boundaries of life and death." Deviola announced.
"Schordinger..." the Young Man whisper.
"Do you like it?" Deviola ask.
"Yes, I do, my lord." Schordinger nod.
"Well, then we move to the next topic. To wield the cursed sword, one must have a deep wish and bear the curse after." Deviola then approached Schordinger and placed her hand on his head, reading the curse that had been placed upon him. "Bearer of the curse. One must decided whether a man or woman deserves to live and see the another day. Give them a second chance to live or lead them to the afterlife."
The phrase "second chance to live" reminded him of the journey he had begun with Anna. He was curious about what had made him worthy of this second chance. What was the reason that The Evil King, now The Evil Queen Deviola, had chosen to grant him this opportunity?
But for now, it wasn't the time to ask such questions. His lord, Deviola, seemed to have more to say, and as her loyal and devoted servant, he had to suppress his urge to ask and behave.
"You may have a lot of question on your head about the curse. But trust me, the curse is align with the fate you'll witness before your eyes." Deviola explain.
"Yes, I understand, my lord. I'll bear the curse with me as I serve you with all my heart's content."
With his answer, Deviola was satisfied and ready to proceed. She increased the intensity of the dark moon's aura while decreasing its size. A smaller copy of the dark moon then appeared in her hand, emanating the same aura but with reduced intensity.
"Well then, it's showtime!"