A/N- Hello there, this is the story no one but me asked for. Super OP Female Bell, Belle. Love interest is male Ais, Ardan. AU, Astrea familia is still alive, sort of. My justification for this is that Alfia, Zald, and Erebus didn't join Evilus thus giving Orario's forces (Loki, Freya, and Astrea familia) the chance to wipe out Rudra familia before they could cause the juggernaut incident.

I basically just wrote this as it popped into my head so it's more of an outline than story. Just seeing if anyone is interested in this half Idea.

Enjoy.

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"Sister… please… watch over Belle…"

Alfia didn't break down and sob as she watched her beloved sister close her eyes for the last time. She had seen many die over the course of her life, just recently she watched as her entire familia was eradicated by the greatest evil in this world.

Alfia had simply been through too much, lost too much. As Meteria, perhaps the only person Alfia had ever truly loved, departed from this cursed realm the only thing Alfia felt was a numbness so encompassing that she doubted if she was still alive herself.

"Met! No please… don't leave me too. Everyone is gone… and your daughter needs you! Don't give up! Please!"

The same could not be said for their goddess, Hera. The woman who sat at the top of this world for so long was a loud mess of tears and sobs as she watched her favorite child pass on.

Alfia felt nothing but irritated as she watched her goddess devolve into a pathetic mess, there was no sympathy or kinship despite their shared tragedy. As far as Alfia was concerned Hera was just too damn loud.

Alfia walked past Hera and raised the small infant girl that her sister had left behind, Belle. The child was not crying either, which was a good start as far as Alfia was concerned. "Cease that noise at once woman, we are leaving." She declared.

The goddess looked up at her last remaining child in absolute shock, unable to understand how she could be so calm in that moment. Just as Hera was about to vent her pain at the heterochromatic woman Alfia spoke up once more.

"Be Silent."

A shiver ran up Hera's spine at the tone in her voice. It was an order. At that moment Hera realized that Alfia was truly broken.

Without another word Hera stood and followed the level seven monster of talent out of the crumbling church and into the street. Hera resolved herself to do her best to support Belle, the last legacy of the worlds greatest familia.

Hera wanted to speak up as Alfia turned towards main street, she knew that any moment now Loki and that detestable Freya would be looking for them to issue their order of banishment. She decided against it as angering Alfia in her current state would be far more terrifying than anything they could do.

As they walked Hera observed what was left of her family. Alfia in her usual black gothic dress, her eyes closed, and her snow white hair falling in stark contrast to her outfit. Snow white hair that the infant inherited from the Silence's sister. As she lay in Alfia's arms wrapped in a soft white blanket Hera couldn't help but feel mildly enraged as she saw two crimson orbs gazing up at her aunt. Hera quickly shoved down her hate for the girl's father, he was already dead and Belle had done nothing wrong.

The group of three turned onto mainstreet and began making their way towards the gate. Even though she was paying no attention to the outside world, Alfia knew they couldn't stay in the city.

The people of Orario were terrified, the two familia that had seemed invulnerable for so long had been wiped out. The people felt entirely helpless, despair on a societal scale. They vented this by blaming and harassing the few survivors of the Zeus and Hera familias, but when they saw Alfia on the street their instincts screamed at them to be silent, that if they uttered a single word they would be killed.

The center of the world, Orario, fell completely silent for perhaps the first time. No one spoke, no one moved, no one even dared to look at the woman in black. They knew they would be crushed under foot if they did.

As they approached the gate several brave, or foolish, souls blocked their way. The goddess Loki and her executive, The prum Finn, The elf Riveria, and the Dwarf Gareth. Next to them stood the goddess Freya and her favorite, the Boaz Ottar.

Freya, the pinnacle of beauty, smiled and began to open her mouth but Alfia would not allow that.

"A single word and I will level this entire fucking city, whore." She coldly, emotionlessly, proclaimed.

While the rest were stunned into silence Ottar moved, he would not tolerate such disrespect of his goddess. The massive man drew his sword and took a step forward before anyone could blink, but he was not fast enough.

"Gospel."

With a single word the man who would soon be the strongest in the city… vanished. A loud crash came from the wall behind them and the new order looked over to see Ottar embedded in the millenia old stone that encompassed Orario. Blood pouring from every orifice and limbs twisted at frighteningly unnatural angles.

They all slowly looked back to Alfia, now with fear in their eyes. It was only then they noticed what was in her arms. A child. It was so out of character for her that they didn't know what to say.

"Elf hag." Alfia called. Normally Riveria would be livid at the insult, but at the moment her self preservation instinct won out.

"My sister's corpse lies in a church near the Blue Pharmacy, see that it is cremated." The Silence ordered, tone still completely void of feeling.

Without another word Alfia walked past the barely alive form of Ottar and left the city, Hera following.

After a few hours of walking Hera finally spoke up, no longer able to blindly follow. "Where will we go?"

Alfia stopped and looked at her goddess. After a few moments of contemplation she said "North. Beyond dragon valley, to the badlands. The monsters there are ancient and just as strong as the deep floors. I will forge the last gift my sister gave to the world into the blade that will save it."

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It took Hera the entirety of the journey to come to terms with the fate Alfia was set on imposing on Belle. It was cruel, evil, and… necessary. The current forces in Orario would be insufficient for slaying the dragon.

Ottar was only one level below Alfia yet had barely been able to lift a finger against her. Freya familia was only concerned with devotion to their goddess, and Loki familia was only concerned with fame and freedom. Neither had the drive or resolve to become the strongest, to become true heroes.

And that was exactly what the world needed. Despite their unprecedented strength Zeus and Hera familias hadn't stood a chance against that calamity. The level nine Empress, the level eight Maxim, beings of irregular power like Alfia and Zald, none of them had stood a chance.

Hera would never forgive herself, or Alfia, for forcing this role on little Belle. But that was fine. They both resolved themselves to sacrifice all of their humanity, all of their kindness, and to take any chance at normalcy from her.

Five years passed with little happening, Belle was too small to begin training. Hera read her hero stories nearly every day, Alfia meditated and drove off any monsters that wandered too close.

"Belle, it is time to begin your training. Come with me." Alfia said one morning. Belle smiled as any five year old should, she had just received Hera's falna and was finally beginning her journey to be like the heroes in the stories Hera told her.

She was quickly beaten into the ground. Alfia had no mercy or kindness for her niece, she was going to shatter and rebuild the girl until she was unbreakable.

As the sun set that evening Belle lay covered in a small crater, drenched in her own blood.

"That is enough for today." Alfia said, declaring an end to their "training". Alfia was only pulling her punches enough to keep the girl alive.

This carried on for years. Alfia spared no expense in her training, potions, grimoires, weapons.

As Belle grew and increased in level Alfia began discreetly taking the drop items to a certain smith and having gear forged for Belle.

And it wasn't just Alfia anymore, when Belle was seven two others showed up. Zald and Erebus. At first they tried to convince Alfia to join their crusade to push the current forces of Orario forward. They proclaimed that it was necessary to make a hero for the coming promised time, to kill the dragon.

Alfia coldly explained that they would never be enough, that if they wanted a hero they should help her train Belle. After witnessing the brutality of Belle's life they agreed and chose to stay.

Zald directly trained her and after a few years Hera could no longer take it. She simply couldn't watch on as the young girl was forced into a living hell. One night she tried to take an oblivious Belle and escape.

She didn't get far, and all actions have consequences. Erebus sent her back to tenkai and gave Bell and Alfia his falna.

Years passed as Belle continued to grow. Belle had no frame of reference, no common sense. She had struggled in the beginning but she thought this is just how life is, that there was no reason to be upset.

As Belle grew, Alfia and Zald decayed. On the day of Belle's fourteenth birthday they died, succumbing to their afflictions. Belle barely reacted, her sole concern was getting stronger. Everything and everyone else was just noise.

"Alrighty Belle-tan, now that the old folks kicked the bucket why don't we go to Orario? I doubt you can get any stronger without the dungeon at this point, and you still need to go up a few levels if you wanna stand a chance against the dragon." Erebus said as he handed Belle a copy of her status.

Belle being the Airhead she is, didn't even bother putting her shirt back on before getting up and reading it, putting her rather large chest on display for Erebus. Not that he was complaining.

Belle had developed into a stunning young woman, she inherited Meteria's perfect hourglass figure and had grown her hair all the way down to her hips.

"Mm." she grunted in affirmation, she took after Alfia in never saying anymore than she absolutely had to. Which wasn't much.

Alfia and Zald had made sure that Belle was truly powerful in all areas, forcing her to push all of her stats to a minimum of 999 before leveling. Increasing the intensity of her training whenever she started to plateau.

Level 7

Str A893

End A871

Agi S932

Dex S914

Mag S968

Magic

Radiance- Fire a massive beam of crimson light. Long chant.

Flare- Fire a high intensity burst of crimson light. Swift Strike.

Incandescence- Cover body in crimson light that enhances all physical stats. Enhancement spell. Swift strike.

Skills

Mystic Bane- Grants Abnormal Resistance, Magic Resistance, and Curse Resistance.

Sage- Grants Mage, Spirit Healing, And Supreme Light.

Beowulf- Increase all stats by 500 when fighting draconic enemies.

Argonaut- Charge an action with mind. Max charge is one minute per level.

Leonidas- Massively increase physical stamina, boost all stats by 500 when outnumbered.

Development Abilities

Abnormal Resistance E

Magic Resistance B

Curse Resistance F

Mage B

Improves power, widens effect range, and increases mind efficiency. Creates a magic circle under the user that supports the spell.

Spirit healing C

Automatic Mind regeneration after use.

Supreme Light C

Greatly increases the intensity and efficiency of offensive magic.

Swordsman B

Increases physical stats when wielding a sword.

Strong Body C

Greatly increase strength and endurance.

Swift Body C

Greatly increase agility and dexterity.

Chain Attack D

Increases the power of successive attacks.

Flash Cut E

Greatly increase Agility and Dexterity when wielding a sword.

Spirit Pleasure F

Constant mind regeneration.

Belle looked up from her status and towards her gear. All black form fitting leather armor made by Hephaestus from the Nemean Lion she had slain to reach level seven.

That monster's hide was so tough that a full charge of argonaut on Radiance couldn't even burn it. She had to shove her hand into the Lion's eye and fire Flare from inside its skull to kill it.

Then she looked to her sword, Xiphos. It was an all black one handed, double edged sword she had been given by Zald when she reached level five. Apparently it was used by the former captain of Zeus familia and was Durandal, an unbreakable sword. This sword in particular was unique because it is made from an alloy high in mythril, the best metal for conducting magic.

Finally Belle looked to Erebus and said "We leave at dawn."

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A/N- My original idea was for belle have a split personality where half the time she is similar to canon, thanks to Hera's influence, and half the time be a silent cold blooded killer, thanks to Alfia's influence. In that version Belle is a normal level 5 at the start of canon and joins Astrea familia, let me know if you would prefer that. Honestly it's six in the morning and my sleep deprived mind went off the rails halfway through this. gg