A/N: THE MUCH ANTICIPATED PART TWO OF CHAPTER SIX! I debated on just how dark I wanted this to get, and it probably won't be an easy read to anyone sensitive to non/questionably consensual encounters, but I tried to keep it non-descriptive enough to not be crass but still remain tragic and awful. If you don't want to read about this situation, skip past the first large block of italicized text, the context before and after that should be enough.
Chapter VI Part 2: Ruination
Deep into a dying day
I took a step outside an innocent heart
Prepare to hate me fall when I may
This night will hurt you like never before
"I wish you were my first," She finally said after a tense silence, her voice still in that haunting monotone, "But it wasn't my choice. Not really."
Reiner's eyes widened as he realized what she was implying. She didn't have to spell it out for him, he could tell exactly what she meant. And it made his stomach turn. He rose to his feet to walk over to his companion.
"When?" He growled as rage filled him, "When did it happen?"
"Remember when we stopped seeing each other? That's when," Priscilla explained in a detached manner, "I was 13."
It was bad enough that she was getting beat on by assholes, but this made him absolutely sick. Reiner struggled to remember when he had last felt an anger as potent as he was feeling now. She turned to him to continue addressing the issue, having finished dressing herself. She couldn't look at him though, and kept her eyes fixed on the ground.
"Although it didn't happen the way you're probably thinking," Priscilla continued while Reiner was silent, "It was complicated... Ah, let me just tell you the whole story..."
It was a day like most others. Lonely. Hopeless. But most of all, hungry. I thought I would try begging instead of outright stealing though, so I set myself up on a populated street. It wasn't incredibly busy, but had enough of a flow of people for me to make my case to. Most of the men and women didn't even look my way, they just pretended I wasn't there. It was easier for them than looking me in the eye and directly denying me. I felt like less than nothing, just a weakling who would be better off dead. In fact, my hope had eroded to the point that I was convinced I could never be strong enough to join the military ranks. I knew I was nothing. Not worthy. I gave up that dream.
But that's when things changed.
A man approached me, and I could tell from his clothes that he must have seen a fair amount of success in his life. By no means was he a noble, but definitely upper middle class at the very least. He was much older than me, I'd guess about 40, but he never told me his age so I don't know for sure. The man kindly offered me a small piece of bread which I eagerly snatched up and ate immediately without a second thought. He looked down at me and said that he could offer me a place to live as long as I worked for it. I said yes right away, I didn't care what the 'work' was, it couldn't be as bad as the life I'd currently had. Maybe now I could live a comfortable, easy life...
He was quite pleased. He took my hand and lead me off the streets and to his home. Like I said, he wasn't in the top echelon of society, but better off than most in that area and his home reflected that. It was big enough to be comfortable but not impractically large. He enjoyed art and had many works hung on his walls – I liked them a lot. Lots of books as well, most of which weren't very interesting to me at that age. Politics. Geography. History. Nothing much for a young teen to enjoy, but there was a small collection of fantasy novels that I ended up finding enjoyment in. When we arrived, he told me to help myself to some food and I was more than happy to... I frantically sought his kitchen where I found a small bowl of fruit sitting on the table. I remember what I took too – an apple.
I took several large bites out of it while the man watched with a smile. Once I finished it, though, he decided it was time to start making it clear what kind of work I'd be doing for him.
"Take off that filthy dress. Let me get a look at you."
I immediately felt like such a fucking fool. After so many disappointments from humanity, I should have expected his less than pure intentions and not have been so naïve to jump at the offer. It was too late for me to get out of it now, though, which he pointed out by highlighting that I'd already gladly accepted food twice from him. I hesitated, but he was not patient with me. He told me that if I didn't do exactly as he said that he would kill me – assuring me that he had eyes all over the city who could find me and bring me back if I tried to run away... but as long as I listened and obeyed, I would live in safe comfort.
So what choice did I have?
I reluctantly did as he said, took the dress off. The dress you gave me. He started off by walking around me and 'inspecting' what he saw. Then he commanded that I follow him to his bed. My body wouldn't stop shaking, but I did as he said, as much as I desperately didn't want to. He took off his clothes and held me down on the bed and... Well, you get the idea. All I could do was cry. Once he had finished, he kissed me, said that he approved of me and that I could stay. I'd never felt such a confusing mixture of emotions – all at once I was consumed by fear, relief, disgust and hope.
Eventually I couldn't cry anymore. I hated him so much, but I had steeled myself so that I could endure it. For a while early on he'd have to tie me up while he worked during the day – he didn't spend much time at it though... he left those fantasy books out for me so I wouldn't get bored. Considerate, right? Those books were the only escape. I read stories about Princesses being rescued by their heroic Princes and wished my hero would come charging in fearlessly to whisk me away.
It didn't take long before others... got involved. Part of his business was to prostitute young girls out to his "day job" coworkers, and I was the current girl. There wasn't a great number of them, but it was awful all the same. He'd bring them in, money exchanged hands and he'd leave me alone with whatever man he had sold me out to that night. If I objected, he'd hit me until I submitted. It didn't take long until I was as close to 'willing' as I could get and kept my mouth shut.
However, he soon decided that he no longer wanted me to be completely passive and declared that he would teach me the proper ways to please a man. He went on and on about how much more valuable I'd be as a woman and that my future husband would love to have an experienced wife – I was so broken down by this point that I believed it. As this part of the 'relationship' progressed, he began to trust me more. No longer was I bound up when he went out to work during the day. He provided me with proper clothes too, since he detested that old brown dress he had found me in. I wouldn't let him throw it out though, I held onto it because it was the only thing of you I had left. I became quite... comfortable with my situation, though. I didn't like it, but I got to a point where I didn't see any reason to leave.
He never let me leave the house without him though, not even when he trusted me, even to just go around the corner to get some bread. But I remember one day in particular, we were out in town to pick a few things up. I looked all around out of boredom while he conversed with a merchant. To my utter surprise I saw you with Annie and Bertolt. I looked over to the man and his attention was still 100% on the merchant. I wanted to run away and cry for your help so badly, but I was frozen. To throw my arms around you and never let go. But what right did I have to expect you to save me anyway? What could you do? I abandoned the idea and returned home with him with a heavy heart.
But when I saw you again from a distance, I was reminded. I was reminded that I had something to fight for, reminded of the questions I needed answers to. I gave up my freedom for a more "luxurious" life and fell into a haze of bitter contentment. But that's not the kind of person I wanted to be. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to fight. There was an entire world out there waiting for me beyond the confines of the prison I'd given myself up to.
After enduring this for a year, I decided I would take no more. I told him I no longer needed his help and that I would be leaving. I fully expected him to hit me and drag me back to his room for a swift punishment, but he didn't. The deal was that he'd take care of me as long as I obeyed, and with my sights set back on the military, I wouldn't need his 'kindness' anymore. Before I left, he hugged me and gave me a final kiss saying that he would miss me... and to come visit him sometime. I of course had no intention of doing that, but I kept my remarks to myself. I walked out the door and never looked back upon the sick relationship I had with him – one of a father, one of a sick 'lover,' one of a teacher and one of a pimp. But that was all over now and I could live freely as I chose.
The gravity of the situation I had been didn't hit me until I walked out of that place as a free person. I felt so sick and ashamed for what I willingly did, but I had to move forward. There was no point in crying anymore.
And then not even a week later, you found me on the training grounds. For the first time in a long while I felt a spark of happiness. It wasn't the act of leaving him or joining the military that brought me back that sweet feeling, it was seeing you again.
Somehow I knew from then on things would be alright.
"Why didn't you ever tell me...?"
Priscilla sighed lightly and her gaze remained on the ground. She felt both great shame and at the same time as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of her chest. Reiner stared at her intently while she kept her eyes averted, but she could sense the question burning inside of him, and he had every right to an answer.
"I was convinced you would never love me if you knew what I'd done," She admitted sheepishly. Reiner gaped at her in a state of disbelief. Never did this idea even come close to crossing his mind, "He called it being experienced, but the only thing to call it is being ruined. What man would choose such horrifically used goods when there are untouched options available? Like Christa..."
Reiner lunged forward and pulled her into a tight hug. Priscilla laid into the embrace limply with her head resting on his chest when she felt something she didn't anticipate: tears. They were silent but they ran down her cheeks all the same. It wasn't that recalling that period of her life was so traumatizing that it still reduced her to a crying mess, but rather the acceptance she felt in his arms. The past event made her think so lowly of herself that she was sure he'd reject her, but without even saying anything Reiner had made it clear that wasn't the case. Despite the tears, a weak smile appeared on her lips, and she wrapped her arms around him as well. The embrace was all too short before Reiner pulled away to address her again.
"What's his name?" Reiner asked intently.
"Why do you need to know?" Priscilla responded, in a tone that was almost defensive, "What will you do? Hunt him down and kill him?"
"You're damn right I will!" He insisted, gripping her shoulders tightly.
"Tch... You're sweet, Reiner..." Priscilla cooed, not bothered by his strong hold, "But you don't have to do that. He died in Trost when the Wall was breached."
"How the Hell do you know that?!" Reiner retorted with increasing fervor.
"...Because I made sure of it."
Trost had descended into chaos with Titans roaming the streets. I was doing my part to help eliminate them and save any citizens I came across, just like the rest of us. While traveling the rooftops I spotted someone on the ground, immobilized. As a dutiful soldier I hopped down to the street and approached this person and was eager to help. Once I was in front of them, I recognized it was that man immediately and my willingness to do good vanished. He remembered me too, and he was overjoyed.
"Priscilla! Thank God you're here. I need your help, I can't walk..."
I stood above him with a blank expression as I listened to him beg for my help. He seemed certain that I would save him and even tried to butter me up by saying what a lovely woman I was growing up to be and how proud he was that I achieved my dream. He was so sure that I had descended from Heaven to be his guardian angel and save his life.
"No."
"What do you mean 'no?' I took care of you! You owe this to me!"
"No."
As if the Gods decided to smile upon me in that moment, a Titan's footfalls started to grow louder and closer. I let a cheeky smirk pierce my empty expression before I started to shout to pull it's attention towards us. The man hysterically pleaded for me to stop and begged even harder, the bastard even had tears in his eyes! Tears! Once the Titan rounded the corner and spotted us, I used my gear to return to the safety of the rooftops. Just as planned, the Titan grabbed him. He screamed and cried, but I just watched. The Titan devoured him, crushing his body between it's teeth and tearing him apart. I almost wanted to spare the creature since it had helped me out, but I had a job to do. Once the man was good and dead, I swung in and cut the nape of the Titan. I even felt a little bad about killing it.
I didn't kill him with my own hands, but that was more than good enough for me. That was my instance of delivering divine retribution. In that moment I was the Goddess of revenge. And I enjoyed every second of it.
"And now you know what kind of person I really am." She said, concluding her story. Reiner gave her a puzzled look, expressing his desire for her to elaborate, "Thief, whore and a murderer. Not exactly an upstanding member of society."
"You haven't done anything wrong..." Reiner tried to reassure her.
With her demons now known to him, Priscilla collapsed against Reiner and wept into his chest. It was too good to be true for him to still accept and want her. Reiner was at a loss for words with the revelations that she just hit him with. His mind searched desperately for something, anything he could say that would soothe her – but what could be said? He thought he knew the extent of what she had endured already and he never imagined how much more disturbing it got. The best consolation he could offer in that moment was a strong embrace while she cried. However, he couldn't deny the hate and fury that was filling his heart.
"The people on this island... are such monsters..." He said in a low growl.
Priscilla suddenly stopped weeping and her brow furrowed. Island? How did he know they lived on an island? That wasn't something she'd ever heard before. She looked up at Reiner with a curious look and a tilted head.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"That's why I'm here. I'm here to exterminate them." He continued.
"Err, Reiner... You alright? You're sounding a bit crazy."
Reiner's hands gripped Priscilla's shoulders even harder, causing her to wince. He looked directly into her eyes before spitting out a confession of his own.
"I'm the Armored Titan!"
Priscilla's eyes went wide with shock. Her eyes darted back and forth as she processed this. Surely it had to be a joke. She let out a soft chuckle and shook her head.
"...That's what you have to say? You lie to me to try and make me feel better?" She spoke incredulously, "That's probably the most insulting thing you've eve-"
"Don't believe me?" Reiner interrupted her as a dark look took over his face, "Fine... I'll just have to show you. Get back."
Priscilla rolled her eyes, but she decided to humor him. She started to back away from him and he did the same. Once there was a solid distance between them, Priscilla crossed her arms and waited. Reiner raised his hand up to his mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood. A bolt of lightning erupted from the sky above and struck Reiner, drawing a shriek out of Priscilla. The shockwave sent her tumbling several meters backwards and startled their horse so badly that it took off running into the night with a frightened whinny. Smoke enveloped the immediate area, totally obscuring Reiner from view. Priscilla eyes were fixed on where she last saw him, but what would emerge from the chaos would change her life forever.
The Armored Titan.
Her jaw dropped so hard and fast that it nearly broke off. The Titan looked down on her with it's glowing yellow eyes, but she did not feel any sort of fear for even a moment. There was no reason to be afraid – it was just Reiner after all, and if he had no control over his Titan form then he surely would have grabbed her and tossed her into his mouth by now. No, he was just looking upon her like a gentle giant. Priscilla found it hard to believe that he was the one who broke through the wall with the Colossal Titan all those years ago when she saw him in that moment.
There was no point in Reiner remaining in his Titan body for long though. With his point proven, the Titan collapsed onto it's knees and fell forward. The thick armor plating that protected it's nape cracked and splintered, allowing Reiner to escape. He climbed out of the body that almost immediately started to dissipate like all the others, erasing the evidence of what transpired here. The transformation left him a bit weakened and he struggled to stand once he was back on the ground. Priscilla ran over to him and took him into her arms to help him stand.
"Well... now you know what a piece of shit I am," He uttered between strained breaths, "You'd be more than justified to hate me. I don't deserve to have you so if you want me out of your life, just say the word."
"Why..." Priscilla began slowly. Reiner was fully anticipating her to ask why he did it, why he destroyed the Wall, but he was far off the mark, "Why would I ever want that?"
"Eh?!" Reiner exclaimed, utterly taken aback by what she said, "Are you serious? Everything that happened to you is almost entirely my fault... Your orphanage wouldn't have been destroyed and you wouldn't have been tortured by the devils that inhabit this island!"
"That doesn't matter anymore!" She shouted in a state of euphoria.
This was the last reaction Reiner had expected from Priscilla. Anger was the only logical way to respond to this. Anyone else would swiftly run away and report this to Erwin, but she remained right there, and she had no intention of going anywhere. Reiner looked at her with his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of this.
"Doesn't matter?" He asked, "You don't even want to know why I did what I did?"
"Doesn't matter," She reiterated, "The good you've done for me far outweighs your sins in my eyes. I could never turn against you, my hero. Besides..."
"Besides what?" He pressed.
"Mankind has been my enemy for a long time. I was betrayed by them all. Repeatedly. They wrecked my innocence and did everything in their power to break me," She explained, "I have no issue throwing away my humanity to be with you. My allegiance is to you, Reiner, and only you."
"You really are crazy..." He scoffed in a state of disbelief, "But... There's definitely more to this whole situation. Now's not the time for that, but I promise you that you'll know when the time is right... We're gonna need to start getting back anyway."
"Oh, yeah..." Priscilla agreed, "Our horse got pretty spooked by your little stunt so I guess we're walking back."
It took God knows how long for Reiner and Priscilla to get back to the barracks on foot. It was still dark and everyone else was deep in their slumber, but day would surely break within an hour or two. Reiner fully expected Priscilla to split off and head to her bed in the female bunks, but instead she grabbed onto his arm and refused to go her own way.
"I'm sleeping with you tonight!" She declared, "We'll be stationed at different locations soon, and for who knows how long, so I'm staying with you as much as I can."
"What happened to not wanting to make trouble?" Reiner laughed.
"I think we've already made enough trouble tonight." She replied with a devious grin, "Fuck what anyone else thinks now!"
With her attached to him by the arm, Reiner lead her into the building where the rest of the males of the 104th were sleeping soundly. Bertolt as usual was in one of his odd sleeping postures, Connie was snoring loudly and Jean could be seen visibly drooling on his pillow with his limbs sprawled out in all directions. Through the darkness Reiner guided his lady to where he slept – it was a single sized bed, as these soldiers weren't expected to be sharing with anyone else.
Priscilla broke away from him and swiftly kicked off her boots. To maximize her comfort while she slept, she shimmied out of her pants and skillfully removed her bra without taking her shirt off. She hopped onto the less than comfy bed as Reiner similarly disrobed, leaving only his boxers on before he joined her. She had grabbed the thin sheet while waiting and, once Reiner was next to her, she tossed it over the both of them. Reiner swung his arm around Priscilla and pulled her back so that they were laying side by side, both their heads sharing the single pillow he had.
"I have to ask," Priscilla murmured in a hushed voice, "What happened to marrying Christa? She's a Goddess after all, definitely outranks a Princess."
"Goddesses aren't real." Reiner replied quietly, "But you very much are."
Reiner's eyes were heavy with exhaustion while still maintaining a look of contentment, but Priscilla was rather wired. Her eyes studied his masculine face and took in everything about it, every little detail that she adored from his defined jaw, strong nose and narrow golden eyes... everything. Reiner's eyes soon closed while Priscilla still continued to lovingly stare at him as she thought about the insane events that had transpired that night. They both had revealed things to each other, things that each were sure would change the perception that the other had of them – but their feelings remained unchanged. The fact that Reiner was the Armored Titan actually made him more attractive in a strange way, which Priscilla didn't think was even possible. It added an exciting element of danger to them being together.
She saw herself as a whore, and he saw himself as a monster – but to each other, she was a princess and he was a hero. Priscilla imagined that they were on their way to some sort of happy ending now, but she had no idea of how grim the future was. For now though, the princess had gotten the hero she desperately craved for years.
Hmm... I see. So that's how it is. It's truly a shame that she would willingly debase herself in such a way with an Eldian, but I'm sure I can make her understand the error of her ways once we meet again. Provided she can find her way across the ocean, of course. This Reiner Braun will be useful in that sense at the very least... but he seems to feel strongly for her too, which will prove to be quite an obstacle. Peculiar that he feels this way, though. He's supposed to hate all of them there, but perhaps he can tell she's no Eldian on some level... Doesn't seem like he'd be the type to give her up without a fight though. I suppose I can always try asking nicely... Tch.
Leaving her behind on that island was a mistake. Those devils are turning her into a monster just like them... it's disgusting. But I can't do anything with her still on Paradis, I need her to get to Marley quickly and safely.
It's up to me to make this right. I'll see you soon... Adrestia.
"Oh jeez..." Connie groaned.
Morning had come and the soldiers were beginning their day. Reiner and his bed mate, however, were still dead asleep. He was flat on his back with his big mouth agape while Priscilla laid face down on top of him, having crawled on top of him sometime during their sleep. Connie and Jean were standing above them with disgruntled looks on their faces, while Bertolt stood along with them but his expression was more... disconcerted than anything.
"This arrogant bastard," Jean sneered, "He thinks he can just break protocol and nobody would care..."
"We'll never hear the end of this either..." Connie sighed, "What did Reiner do to make her so pathetically crazy for him anyway?"
"Hell if I know, she's been like that as long as I've known either of them." Jean said.
"I know that they met before we joined the military." Bertolt suddenly interjected, not taking his eyes off the sleeping pair, "I wasn't there for the first time, but the gist of it she was trying to steal crops from our farm and Reiner took pity on her and let her go with a few vegetables."
"Always playing the hero." Jean bitterly commented, "Maybe I should amp up that technique... I wonder if Mikasa would like that..."
"He'd visit her on the streets and bring her gifts," Bertolt continued, totally ignoring Jean, "I don't know just how bad life was for her, all Reiner would tell me is that she had nothing. He got attached."
With the idle chit chat filling the air, the slumbering paramours were roused into waking. Priscilla propped herself up and stretched her back until it cracked while Reiner's eyes opened and got a nice eyeful of her pushing her clothed chest forward while she stretched. Priscilla then sat all the way up, straddled on Reiner in a way that reflected their tryst at the lake the night prior. Her messy hair flopped down and covered parts of her face as she greeted the on lookers.
"Morning, boys." She said pleasantly, as if everything was business as usual. Reiner let out a groan and a long exhale – he was almost oblivious to the three guys watching them due to having his woman in his bed.
"Sleep well?" Jean asked dryly.
"Pfft I don't think they did much sleeping..." Connie snickered.
"Oh please, we were tired and just crawled into bed and fell right asleep." Priscilla explained, which wasn't a lie.
"Yeah she's telling the truth," Reiner finally spoke, acknowledging his male comrades at last, "...But we fucked by the lake before coming back here."
Instead of getting embarrassed, Priscilla started to laugh heartily, a reaction that Reiner joined in on. Jean and Connie looked unimpressed, but Bertolt still had a worried look about him. Having had enough, Jean and Connie looked at each other and just decided to see themselves out. Bertolt was frozen in place, trying to make sense of what his friend was getting into. He looked like he wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. His eyes were fixed mainly on the giggling Priscilla, unblinking in his observation.
"Hey hey," Said Reiner directly to his best friend, "We're buddies but that doesn't mean you're allowed to ogle my girl."
"What?! I wasn't... I..." Bertolt clumsily replied, "Never mind..."
Bertolt shuffled away stiffly, leaving the reckless love birds to themselves.
"Poor thing..." Priscilla commented as she watched him leave, "He must be worried that he's losing his best friend."
"Pssh, he'll get over it, I'm sure." Reiner assured her.
"Mm..." Priscilla hummed and laid down against Reiner again, faces barely even an inch apart, "So, I'm your girl now, huh?"
"You always have been." He replied smoothly, leaving Priscilla with a bright red blush on her cheeks, a goofy giggle escaping her, "That's why I have to save you from this place."
Save me from this place?
"You're different from the rest of them. I don't know what it is..." He had continued in a voice that drifted quieter and quieter with each word he spoke until it was a near inaudible whisper, "You're no devil."
Priscilla laid her head down on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and fast, but was still soothing to her. She had no idea what he'd been talking about with "island devils" and being there to "kill them all." It was so baffling since she lived on the island just like everyone else, what made her different from the supposed "devils" that Reiner seemed to hate so much? Priscilla was optimistic that he'd completely come clean when he was able to, but who knows when that time would come. For now, just being his girl was more than good enough.
"That girl is sick in the head, I'm telling ya." Jean sighed, "Imagine being obsessed with Reiner of all people! Reiner! What's so great about him?"
"You're jealous that you don't have your own lunatic girl hanging all over you!" Connie shot back with a laugh, "Maybe if you worked out some more..."
While Connie and Jean were bantering outside the barracks, Bertolt had emerged as well. He stayed a bit behind them to listen in on what they were saying before making himself known.
"I'd take a cold stare from Mikasa over a kiss from Priscilla any day..." Jean said, making a 'yuck' noise at the thought of Priscilla kissing him, "Priss has those creepy eyes anyway. Imagine those things staring at you. And white hair? Weird."
"Yeah there's not really anyone else who looks like her here..." Connie contemplated.
"And don't you find that strange?" Bertolt finally spoke up, catching the attention of the other two.
"Ehhh people come in all shapes and sizes, what's the big deal?" Jean dismissed as he turned to face Bertolt.
"Who else in these walls has silver hair and ghostly pale skin? Vibrant eyes that are almost inhuman at times..." Bertolt ranted.
"Uhh you sound a bit unhinged, buddy..." Connie said to an increasingly paranoid Bertolt.
"I've done my best to be a good friend to her... For Reiner's sake..." Bertolt continued, looking down at the ground shamefully.
Bertolt clenched his fists as Jean and Connie watched in a state of mild shock. They'd rarely, if ever, seen Bertolt so worked up. The guy never raised his voice and yet here he was ranting and raving about something being very 'wrong' with Priscilla. Dangerously wrong, even, based on Bertolt's tone.
"Err Bertolt..." Jean interjected, only to have Bertolt talk over him.
"I swear, there are times I've seen flashes of... something not quite human in her, something that could be malevolent." He went on, "But in those moments, Reiner doesn't see any of that. Just a girl he foolishly loves. She's nice of course, but I worry he'll end up doing something stupid..."
"Well if he wasn't lying about sleeping with her then he's already done something stupid." Connie commented.
"Of course it was a lie!" Jean insisted, "No way... there's just no way..."
While Connie and Jean bantered about whether Reiner was smooth enough to get laid or not, Bertolt couldn't help but worry. It seemed like each day that went by, Bertolt was losing Reiner... or rather, Reiner was losing himself. He'd convinced himself that this Priscilla was some sort of harlot Goddess sent to their world to enrapture Reiner and lead him from the righteous path that he and Bertolt had been traveling on for years now.
But there are no Goddesses in this world.
Only monsters.