Chapter 1

The goddess of the moon hadn't even thought of going to this area, yet here she was.

That morning, Artimas had received a message from an anonymous source suggesting a meeting. Her hunters had practically begged her to take them along, but the goddess of the moon refused.

"I don't think that whoever sent this was looking for a challenge." Artimas remembered herself telling her hunters.

However, while the goddess was thinking back on that, the one who had sent the message was watching her from the shadows. They snuck over to a box of crates so it would be easier to have a conversation.

Artimas snapped out of her thoughts when a fell off the pile and smashed open.

"Hello, Goddess of the moon." A figure said from atop the pile of crates. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"You know I wasn't." Artimas replied, irritated that this person thought so low of her.

"Well, I'll just get right to the point then." A weapon appeared in their hand and they pointed it at her. "You're going to help me."

"That's a nice way of asking." Artimas smiled. "Threatening a goddess doesn't get you respect."

"I know." The person slid off the crates and landed in front of her. Artimas realized that it was a scythe in the hands of a little girl. "This body isn't very strong now, and I need someone new to help me. A goddess doesn't age or grow weak, so you get more power, and I get to keep living."

"You are a human child." Artimas looked at her confused. "Why do you sound like you are dying?"

"Well, this host is." Artimas froze. The air around seemed to vanish, and Artimas could see what the person meant.

The child's hands seem to be burned and disintegrating. Their eyes were dull and lifeless and their skin as cracking.

"This child is just going to keep getting worse." The lifeless child said. "If you want to save them, just make me one of your weapons."

Artimas paused and started to think. There was no telling what would happen if she did agree to this persons demands. But- Artimas stopped.

The child was crying. While the weapon in their hands was getting darker and shaking, the wounds started getting worse.

"Alright." Artimas sighed in defeat. "I will accept."

"Good." The scythe left the child's hand and flew over to Artimas. "I hope we can get along..."

Artimas looked and saw a teenage girl standing in front of her.

"Partner."