p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Prologue/span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"span style="font-variant: normal;"She had brought the god on his knees, begging for mercy. However, her soul was long gone, shattered and obliterated due to the earlier attack. The only thing that drove her body to keep fighting was the will to protect her country, the will of a ruler. The husk that was her body was about to land the final attack, the attack that would bring the mortals closer to survival, before her body slowly came to a stop, standing there motionless in the arena. The god she was fighting was in shock as he was expecting to die to a 'monkey that can't use magic'. That would have been a hilarious way to die. But she ended up dying first. Gasps of shock and horror enveloped the mortal side of the arena while the gods were cheering and whipping insults at the mortals. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" shouted the god who was fighting. He hurled cursed techniques upon magic at the corpse out of frustration. /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"How could I have lost against this monkey!? /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"The white haired god had thought angrily. The god that had supposedly 'lost' had white hair and clear blue sky eyes. The second round was won by the gods making it 2-0. The body had slowly disappeared into golden particles that floated in the air, away from the arena. She was a top notch fighter and an even better ruler. She had put a huge dent in racism and created her country where there would be no discrimination among monsters and humans. She was born without having an affinity for magic yet she had unparalleled strength. There were many titles for her, some called her a Demon Lord yet others called her a Hero. Both titles were accurate. Her true name remains unknown but many called her Shiroshi, 'White Death'. Shiroshi had snowy white hair and light skin. She came from the east in hope to get away from her accursed clan. She wore a blindfold since her eyes were extremely unnatural and would cause unnecessary attention. Many would call her beautiful, even some of the women. However, she had no interest in romance. She was more concerned for her country's well being and the conflicts that were sure to come. She may have had a nice figure, but her body was incredibly honed because of the years of fighting the strongest and surviving in extremities that would have killed your average person in less than a second./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"span style="font-variant: normal;"As Shiroshi disappeared, one of her stupid but loyal subordinates jumped on the railings and shouted a reminder to her country. "Do not mourn or cry my comrades! Our great savior and leader, Lord Shiroshi, gave us a final command! 'Live!' So let us not mourn or wallow in despair, let us celebrate her valiant victory against the gods!" the lizardman cried out. His people were suffering from the humans, sold as pets to the rich and forced to fight in arenas for food. During the early stages of Shiroshi's country, she went out often to find monster groups that needed help, she reached her hand out towards the lizardman community and saved them from slavery, taking them into her country. Loud shouts and cheering from the mortal side dwarfed the insults that came from the god's side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Shouts screaming out, "Lord Shiroshi!" could be heard all around the arena, as humanity had regained the fiery determinations that drove them to fight against the gods./span/p
p style="text-indent: .5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Unknown to everyone, even the gods, the golden particles were being sucked into a very small black and purple vortex./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"span style="font-variant: normal;"She had brought the god on his knees, begging for mercy. However, her soul was long gone, shattered and obliterated due to the earlier attack. The only thing that drove her body to keep fighting was the will to protect her country, the will of a ruler. The husk that was her body was about to land the final attack, the attack that would bring the mortals closer to survival, before her body slowly came to a stop, standing there motionless in the arena. The god she was fighting was in shock as he was expecting to die to a 'monkey that can't use magic'. That would have been a hilarious way to die. But she ended up dying first. Gasps of shock and horror enveloped the mortal side of the arena while the gods were cheering and whipping insults at the mortals. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!" shouted the god who was fighting. He hurled cursed techniques upon magic at the corpse out of frustration. /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"How could I have lost against this monkey!? /spanspan style="font-variant: normal;"The white haired god had thought angrily. The god that had supposedly 'lost' had white hair and clear blue sky eyes. The second round was won by the gods making it 2-0. The body had slowly disappeared into golden particles that floated in the air, away from the arena. She was a top notch fighter and an even better ruler. She had put a huge dent in racism and created her country where there would be no discrimination among monsters and humans. She was born without having an affinity for magic yet she had unparalleled strength. There were many titles for her, some called her a Demon Lord yet others called her a Hero. Both titles were accurate. Her true name remains unknown but many called her Shiroshi, 'White Death'. Shiroshi had snowy white hair and light skin. She came from the east in hope to get away from her accursed clan. She wore a blindfold since her eyes were extremely unnatural and would cause unnecessary attention. Many would call her beautiful, even some of the women. However, she had no interest in romance. She was more concerned for her country's well being and the conflicts that were sure to come. She may have had a nice figure, but her body was incredibly honed because of the years of fighting the strongest and surviving in extremities that would have killed your average person in less than a second./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%;"span style="font-variant: normal;"As Shiroshi disappeared, one of her stupid but loyal subordinates jumped on the railings and shouted a reminder to her country. "Do not mourn or cry my comrades! Our great savior and leader, Lord Shiroshi, gave us a final command! 'Live!' So let us not mourn or wallow in despair, let us celebrate her valiant victory against the gods!" the lizardman cried out. His people were suffering from the humans, sold as pets to the rich and forced to fight in arenas for food. During the early stages of Shiroshi's country, she went out often to find monster groups that needed help, she reached her hand out towards the lizardman community and saved them from slavery, taking them into her country. Loud shouts and cheering from the mortal side dwarfed the insults that came from the god's side./span/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Shouts screaming out, "Lord Shiroshi!" could be heard all around the arena, as humanity had regained the fiery determinations that drove them to fight against the gods./span/p
p style="text-indent: .5in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;"span style="background: transparent;"Unknown to everyone, even the gods, the golden particles were being sucked into a very small black and purple vortex./span/p