Celine slowly read the newspaper in her hands carefully. She couldn't access the internet but glad she had this much at least. Honestly, life as a slave was much easier for her this life because she was so powerful.
Malphus had to constantly keep eyes on her and make sure his slave seal stayed strong while Celine also couldn't be imprisoned because she was too powerful to be kept in a prison cell.
Malphus had almost no Gods who actually sided with him and there were only a few other imprisoned Gods that would help him. He couldn't put Celine in a jail cell because she was too useful elsewhere.
Nevertheless, Celine was reading the newspaper when she saw a murder scene drawn. The distanct word "Help" was carved like a crazed murderer and a mysterious revolver was placed at the scene.
Celine remained emotionless and put the newspaper down. She couldn't let her emotions be seen but she kept planning.
Suddenly, a massive bang rang and the angered Malphus screamed. "Dammit!"
Celine observed silently. "It seems he's suffered another loss. Arthur's keeping the pressure high." Valeria relentlessly kept attacking after losing Celine.
It was a relatively genius plan by Arthur. Since Malphus himself intervened in the last battle, Arthur started to deploy Gods in covert teams to do as much damage as possible to Malphus.
It would be two or three Gods in a group with some master mages and they would attack relentlessly without fear. If Malphus launched nukes at them, they could redirect the power and have it hit the city of Solaria so he refrained from that option.
In addition, Malphus couldn't intervene himself because two or three Gods was too much for him. He didn't have the overwhelming power necessary to fight multiple at the same time.
And lastly, if he brought multiple Gods then they would have an ultimate 3 versus 3 battle that would surely destroy the land and Solaria at the same time. He was being relentlessly attacked without mercy.
"You!" Malphus suddenly scrambled his way over in anger. "It's all your fault!"
He pushed Celine up to the wall while ripping off her mask and holding her up by the neck tightly. "Why did you have to go and become a God?"
His hands clenched on her throat tightly, threatening to take away her life, but Celine remained impassive. She knew that they had a deal Malphus couldn't break otherwise Cronos would likely give him a true death.
"Tch," Malphus scoffed and let go. "There was no rule against torture, dumbass. Let's go." Celine followed silently.
…
In a desolated basement, a bloody figure had multiple holes in their body and bled profusely. Their entire body was covered in lashes while they dangled from pieces of ropes attached to their ligaments.
Celine couldn't even open her eyes as she had become blind due to the torture.
"Why don't you feel anything!" Malphus screamed and plunged a knife directly into her stomach in a non-lethal spot.
Celine, who was forced to answer because of the slave seal, spoke. "I've endured pain like this before, I can do it again."
Enraged, Malphus began to think. "I didn't want to do this but you made me. I'll damage your ego if I can't hurt your mind!" He screamed and grabbed her shirt.
A lecherous grin crackled upon him as he started to pull. He didn't want to do this originally because indulging in desires was a weakness to him, but his damaged state of mind due to constant losses stopped resilient.
Without any hesitation he ripped off the lashes rags hiding the beauty Celine was holding to reveal… nothing. No genitalia, no ashamed expression. Nothing.
Celine had changed herself for Aria. Celine could easily use her divinity if it was for Aria.
"What?" Malphus was astonished at the sight. "Turn back right now!" Malphus commanded and the seal on Celine burned but she didn't do anything.
"I can't," for the first time since her slavery, Celine smiled with an annoying grin.
"Changing to become your sex doll doesn't suit my personality. In fact, it goes so much against it that I literally can't use my powers."
Malphus, who was torturing Celine, fell to the floor in surprise.
"Ho- how long have you been like this?" Malphus was amazed.
Answering orders, Celine responded. "Ever since the day you asked me to change identities."
"Impossible," Malphus couldn't believe it.
While he was surprised on the floor, a smug grin came across Celine's bloody and blind face.
"Malphus," she faced him despite not being able to see. "You can't win. You will die for touching her."
Her victorious smile and valiant facade faded soon as her eyes dimmed to the pain. Despite appearing to feel nothing, the pain was real to Celine, she just had incredible tolerance. However, every strike, stab, and wound was felt. Celine was going to repay that pain one day.
Celine fainted just as Malphus was about to hit her again. Now, he stopped the knife in his hands in fear to kill her.
His body trembled in fear, not being able to understand what was going on. Then, Malphus suddenly realized something.
How was Celine, the slave, managing to inflict fear upon Malphus? It was supposed to be him who was in control! It was him who had conquered her!
Celine was truly impossible to deal with. She was crafty and had impeccable foresight.
…
Hours later, Celine woke up. She easily fixed her eyes by 'changing' their damaged state as no restriction stopped her and undid the ropes binding her while making some new clothes and armor for the Diamond Night.
Celine coldly calculated something while making her soft armor. "That's the first part of the plan: make Malphus's state of mind unstable. Now, he gets mad and throws tantrums like a toddler."
Her cold gaze slowly reflected upon her plan to get out.