Hello friends!
again several days without updating I'm sorry about that, but I had humidity in my house and thanks to the mold product, I got sick of an intense flu that lasted for weeks, now I understood why I also got sick of my eyes, so I used this time to get rid of the mold and recover from the disease, to be born with asthma is a shit and I do not wish it to anyone, because even a slight flu can affect you too much. without anything else to add let's go to the section of answers to reviews.
Guest: Here is.
CRUDEN: Because it's my story and I love to put the japanese suffixes, end of discussion. Leaving that aside in this chapter you will understand ophis motives for doing such a thing, I hope you enjoy it.
Insane Wombat: I understand your frustration my friend, in many American and Japanese series, even in mythology, the gods have the luxury of doing whatever they want with mortals, a reliable example is zeus and odin who loved to fuck everything that moves. Aniway, if it is any consolation in this story Ophis will not get what he wants.
Dimiel: welcome again! I mention tan I really loved your great reviews? Yeah? But he were go again XD, First of all wanted to mention that I've received more than 4 reviews from spammers and private messages that have left me quite frustrated. I suspect that they are probably scammers, as their behavior seems strange and doesn't feel genuine. I'm trying to handle the situation, but it's quite annoying. However, the best thing to do is to ignore these hungry fools.
Let go with the response
As for Ophis, everything you saw was real, but in effect, it was a trick she planned. Yes indeed, she did NTR, it wasn't a dream, but it's going to backfire on her. However, the bitch managed to create doubts and discord in Mai, as you will read below, so Trunks is going to have a hard time. Although Ophis moved his pieces well, she didn't count on the fact that Trunks is not someone easily manipulated, and although she enjoyed the "game" at first, Ophis will become increasingly frustrated at not being able to control the situation. Throughout the story, Trunks will prove that her determination is stronger than any attempt at manipulation, and at some point in the story, she will pay the consequences of her actions.
Soon you will see how the tragedy happened in the DxD universe, how "the intruder" arrived there, the chaos he caused, and how he disappeared for many, many years. So I ask you to be patient, as this event will be revealed in the next three chapters, maybe two. There, you will find all the answers to your questions, or maybe not XD.
I haven't seen daima these days, thanks to the damn humidity and the fucking mold on the walls of my house I've been a bit unhealthy, I got sick with the flu and I had a severe eye infection that took me over a month to recover from. However, I had the chance to see daima since yesterday, apparently they have made some changes in the canon, and honestly, I didn't like it. It's something that threw me off a bit, as I was expecting something closer to the original, but the animation left me very surprised. Still, I'll keep watching to see how things evolve, but that modification left me with some doubts.
Anyway, thanks for the review brother and I hope you like this chapter.
Nacker15: probably, in fact the idea is appealing to me, but let's let things flow calmly.
Some1call4MR-E: Hello, brother, you never fail, as always. This Thor is a bit different from the one commonly known in the MCU movies and video games like God of War. He is more aligned with the versions from the light novels, keeping a more faithful approach to classical mythology and his personality as a strong and wise god, but with a touch of his unique character that can generate comedic situations. It would be interesting to add a bit of the personality of the Thor from Marvel and God of War, like his unwavering confidence and his tough style, to create some comedic gags, especially when interacting with characters like Trunks or facing unexpected situations.
In this chapter, Ophis won't have things as easy as she expected. Although at first, she enjoys the challenges, she will soon realize that Trunks' determination is unstoppable, which will lead her to frustration. However, this situation has a positive side for her. Little by little, she begins to regain her emotions, facing a reality that she cannot control so easily. Trunks' resistance will not only challenge her but also push her to explore a part of herself that she had left aside, allowing her to evolve emotionally.
Thanks for your comments! I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
Alright, now that the Q session is over, let's get started with the chapter.
"The most painful thing about betrayal is that it never comes from an enemy."
-Roberto Martínez Guzmán-
Chapter 15: Ouroboros Ophis
She had woken up early, too early, even when everything was still dark and the sun had yet to appear. She hadn't been able to sleep at all, for that cursed scene kept gnawing at her insides. She decided to go out for a walk to clear her thoughts. Where to? It didn't matter. She just wanted to get away, far from prying eyes, from the noise of people, from the presence of those who allowed her to stay, far from everything. She only wanted to be alone, with silence as her sole companion and the only witness to her silent tears. She closed her eyes, trying to forget everything, though she knew it was futile. That memory, painful and cruel, returned to her like lightning, swift and merciless, reminding her of what had happened the night before. It was like a newly healed wound that, at the slightest touch, opened again.
Betrayal can be represented in many ways; a painful analogy, a bad joke, if one wishes to call it that. It's hard to understand how someone you trusted so deeply, to the point of baring your soul and confiding in them your fears and hopes, could stab you in the back. That person whom you supported unconditionally, accompanied in their darkest moments, and helped lift up when they hit rock bottom ends up repaying your loyalty in the most ruthless way. Betrayal is not just an act; it's a deep and cruel wound, a heart-wrenching truth that reminds you that the person you dedicated so much time and effort to didn't value at all what you did for them.
This blow not only shatters trust but also destroys the essence of what was shared, revealing that, for that person, your sacrifices never meant anything.
But here was a great dilemma. Trunks hadn't chosen, it wasn't his will. It was all the result of the manipulation of a deranged and capricious deity who suddenly felt entitled to claim something that didn't belong to her.
In a way, there hadn't been any betrayal.
They were nothing more than companions, people who had cared about each other's safety and shared a common goal. Over time, they grew close, but Trunks had made it clear to his father that their relationship wasn't like that. Though their bond was strong, at the end of the day, they were nothing more than two lonely souls who had found temporary refuge in each other's company.
"But it hurts… it hurts so much."
The tears sprang from her eyes and slid freely down her cheeks. Hadn't they shared a strong bond? She had asked herself countless times, convincing herself that they had. From that moment, anger began to grow within her, an anger she didn't even want to feel, but that was there, lodged in her heart and intertwined with a profound sense of sadness and disappointment.
"Why?" she asked herself, clutching her chest tightly as if it hurt.
It wasn't his fault. Mai knew that, deep down, she knew it very well.
But seeing him so devoted, so willing, so mesmerized, kissing that damn impostor with such passion and devotion was something Mai couldn't comprehend. It was something beyond her understanding, even though she knew what had really happened. Watching the sparkle in his eyes when he had Ophis in front of him, as if she were the most beautiful and special being he had ever seen, was as painful as taking a dagger straight to the heart. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a wave of conflicting emotions. She knew Trunks hadn't acted of his own free will, but her body responded on its own, as if her entire being had reacted to the presence of someone who wasn't her...
As if it were someone very special.
Mai closed her eyes, clenching her fists tightly. How could he not see the difference? Did everything they shared mean nothing? The pain, the sorrow, but also those happy moments they had spent together... did they mean nothing? Or was the presence of that woman so powerful that it eclipsed everything they had shared, as if it were nothing? Was that what made Trunks unable to distinguish between her and an impostor?
She was about to believe so, but then more memories came to her mind. She remembered how Trunks had shown genuine concern for her, how he cared for her more than just a friend or colleague. She thought it had been a dream when she felt her beloved's lips sealing their first kiss so she could eat the Senzu bean. Although their first kiss wasn't as she had idealized, that moment had been meaningful to her, treasuring it dearly and keeping it deep within her heart. She also recalled how he had pushed his limits to protect her from that vortex, leaving himself on the brink of death to keep her from suffering any harm.
These memories had slightly dispelled her turbulent thoughts.
"But you would have done it for anyone," she whispered, her voice breaking as she looked at the ground, trembling with helplessness.
Maybe she wasn't as special as she had thought; she felt so stupid.
The cold wind brushing her face seemed unimportant, for the only thing she felt was the pressure in her chest, as if an invisible weight was crushing her from within. She knew Trunks wasn't a cruel or selfish man. He had been kind, protective, even in the darkest and most dire moments. But that vision of him, so devoted to Ophis, was tearing her apart inside. Was she not enough for him?
The internal struggle was fierce. Mai wanted to believe in him. She wanted to hold on to those moments she had kept in her heart, those small gestures that, for her, were worth more than a thousand words. But… Why couldn't she forget what she saw? Why wouldn't the image of him kissing Ophis stop haunting her?
The doubts suffocated her. Mai didn't know if she could look at him again without feeling that hole inside her, that void that grew with every thought, with every memory of that cruel scene. The worst part wasn't just the act itself but how he seemed unable to distinguish between her and Ophis. Was their love truly that fragile, that shallow, that the first glimmer of a woman who captivated him could drag him away like that?
A few tears ran down her cheeks, but this time she didn't wipe them away. She no longer wanted to keep pretending she was okay. She was tired of pretending to be strong, tired of being that stoic and reliable leader who inspired courage and security in her comrades. After all, this was a different world, one where she could start over. She could try things she would never have done in her previous world. And why not? Why not act selfishly too? She wasn't a robot, nor a deity, much less a perfect being as many of her comrades thought. Mai was also human, with flaws and capable of making mistakes.
But despite being a human with many flaws, she was also a woman; and a woman longs to feel special, longs to feel loved above all things, longs for her soulmate, her destined partner, to be able to discern between the real and the false, between an illusion and herself.
Unfortunately, with Trunks, it hadn't been that way.
Despite knowing so many things, Mai couldn't find a solution to deal with all this. She didn't know how to, and, honestly, she didn't want to either. Trunks had been her friend, her confidant, even something more. But to him, that bond hadn't been so special; to him, she was just another comrade, nothing more, nothing less. If he had fully given himself to an impostor, what did that mean? What were they really?
Nothing.
Mai closed her eyes, trying to take a deep breath. It was too painful. But she knew she had to move on, even if she didn't yet know how. Maybe, in the future, she could understand why he had done it, or maybe she never would. But, for now, the only thing she was sure of was that she needed space to heal, to understand what to do with those memories and that pain that consumed her.
All she knew was that, from now on, nothing would ever be the same.
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Wake up...
It's time...
Open your eyes Trunks...
Someone was calling him.
He was waking up… or at least that was the sensation as his eyelids slowly opened.
He had never rested so well in his life, and for a moment, he considered staying there. However, his biological clock was set to wake up at a precise hour, with only a few minutes of difference. With a sigh of heaviness, he got up more out of obligation than desire.
Once he finally felt free from Morpheus' arms, he noticed the warm and pleasant atmosphere surrounding him. The incredibly comfortable and large bed made him doubt whether he should get up, but it was strange. The room that Odin had assigned them wasn't exactly luxurious, but rather simple; however, the room he was in now seemed to belong to another level. It was surprisingly larger, much more spacious, and seemed to take up almost a quarter of the total size of Odin's palace. The contrast with the austere rooms of the Norse god was perplexing, as if the room itself had been designed for something or someone of much greater importance.
He couldn't ignore the ostentatious room where a fusion of advanced technology and extraterrestrial elegance combined into a masterpiece.
He also couldn't shake the wonderful dream he had had. It was the first time in days that he hadn't had a nightmare, and the dream he had was simply magnificent; it was so vivid, so real, that it felt like he had lived it rather than dreamed it.
In his dream, he was gazing at the bright full moon, oblivious to the commotion of Valhalla, as he had decided the racket was too much for him, and he needed a moment alone. The moon's silver light gently entered through the window, bathing the room in its ethereal glow, creating an atmosphere so serene that it seemed to envelop everything in absolute calm. In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away, as if time itself had stopped to grant him that peace.
Her presence was so striking, so dazzling, that everything else disappeared for a moment. The moonlight seemed to embrace her, highlighting every one of her features, making her beauty even more unreal, as if she were a celestial being.
At that moment, Trunks didn't feel the need to ask what was being offered. He didn't care. The urgency of knowing faded when his eyes met hers. He just wanted to stay in that moment, to savor her radiant presence and admire her beauty under the soft glow of the moon. Everything else, everything that wasn't her, seemed insignificant.
"I love you," he heard her say, almost in a whisper, as if her words were a confession filled with years of repressed feelings. "And I don't think I can imagine a life without you."
Trunks felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't react immediately, as if the words had reached the deepest part of his being. Mai didn't look at him with doubt or fear. She looked at him with tenderness, and with just that, Trunks realized it wasn't a lie. There were no doubts, no deception, her words felt true, because he felt the same way.
"Mai... I..." was all he could say. Words didn't come out due to the emotion coursing through every fiber of his being, not knowing how to respond to what he had just heard. "I love you too..."
They had taken each other's hands while gazing at each other with desire and longing. It was in that instant when Mai kissed him. Trunks, without thinking, kissed her back, surrendering completely, not caring about anything else. The kiss started soft, chaste, innocent, then intensified, as if their hearts were beating in unison, guided by a force beyond them. Passion enveloped them, and without him noticing, he led her to that small bed, treating her with the affection and respect that only a king could offer his queen. There, they finally united in an act of love, merging into one another.
Trunks felt embarrassed by the direction his dream had taken. He never thought his mind could think such things, and that began to scare him a lot. But if he was with the person he loved madly, did it really matter? A feeling of bliss filled his being. He couldn't help it; at that moment, the happiness he felt was so palpable that even the strangest dream or the most brutal nightmare couldn't undo it.
He tried to get out of bed and noticed there was someone else—black hair spread out, covering one of the pillows, while a thin, white sheet partially covered her nakedness. He knew who it was, and that meant one thing.
"It wasn't a dream..."
Trunks froze, his eyes fixed on the figure lying next to him. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that the woman there, in the same bed, was not an illusion nor a vestige of his confused mind. There was no doubt it was her.
The feeling of disbelief mixed with an overwhelming wave of emotion that made him breathe heavily. How had she gotten there? How was it possible that in reality, she was right next to him when everything had started as such a vivid and beautiful dream?
He placed a hand on his head, feeling confusion take over. But deep down, a spark of happiness continued to shine brightly. It didn't matter how he had reached this point, nor the unanswered questions. The only thing that mattered was that he was with her, the person he had come to love with all his soul.
He shook his head and tightly closed his eyes. He couldn't believe something so wonderful was real. Doubt took over again, and he convinced himself he was only dreaming, that when he opened his eyes, he would find himself once again in that rustic room, with the weak rays of the sun filtering through the window. An ephemeral dream that would vanish as soon as he woke up, leaving him with the bitterness of knowing it had never been more than an unfulfilled longing.
But instead of that rustic room, inexplicably, he found himself sitting on a great throne, in a huge hall that seemed to belong to a royal palace. He didn't understand what was happening. Until he realized the clothes he was wearing!
He was dressed in Saiyan attire, but with several additional accessories. Although he had never seen them in person, he knew about them from the replicas his mother had created in the past, based on the specifications Vegeta had given her. The most surprising thing was seeing the royal family emblem on his left pectoral, along with a long blue cape.
He had no idea what the hell was going on at that moment. Suddenly, a soft melody began to resonate throughout the palace. It was "Minuetto" by Luigi Boccherini, a delicate and elegant piece played by a group of musicians who seemed to master it perfectly. The melody had something special, a solemn air that seemed to announce that something important was about to happen. That was the immediate impression Trunks had upon hearing it, and he knew it very well thanks to Sirzechs. Despite being demons, they lived an elegant lifestyle, far superior to what was happening in Asgard, in his humble opinion.
The people who had previously been socializing and drinking had now stopped. All of them, in a synchronized gesture, directed their gaze toward him, watching him with a mixture of respect. The scene was unsettling. Most of these people, dressed in Saiyan armor, though simpler than his own, were looking at him as if he were the center of their attention, as if he were their leader, their king.
"With you, his royal majesty Brief Trunks!" announced an elderly man, whose voice resonated with authority, as if he were playing the role of royal page before the gathered crowd.
Trunks couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"EEEEEHHH?" Trunks felt nervous under the looks he was receiving. He directed a pleading look at the man who was playing the royal page, desperately searching for an answer.
In response, the page just smiled and, with a gesture of his hand, invited him to approach the balcony to address his subjects.
"E-etto…" At this point, thick beads of sweat were running down his neck and ase. "How's the atmosphere?"
A shitty question. Had he been in another situation, those present would have called him stupid for having asked such a question. But that was not the case, such a comment went unnoticed, as an expectant silence filled the room for a moment before the answers began to come in, as if what he had not said was complete idiocy, but a statement of his authority.
"E-etto, my return?" Trunks murmured, trying to find an appropriate response, but his words came out clumsy and disordered. He didn't understand how or why they considered him so important. The atmosphere surrounding him, the solemn music, the attentive eyes of everyone present... all of it made him feel as if he were trapped in a strange dream, a kind of fantasy from which he couldn't wake up.
A soft laugh echoed through the crowd. Trunks looked up, following the sound, and saw a blonde woman smiling warmly at him. When he turned back to the royal page, something made him feel a presence behind him.
"You should not feel unworthy of such praise," a female voice said from behind him, with an authority that resonated in every word. "This is how a superior being deserves to be treated."
That voice! How could he have forgotten it?! His mind immediately shot back to the strange dream from moments ago. Trunks turned around quickly, his heart pounding faster when he saw the figure behind him.
"Mai?" he thought for a moment, but as he looked closer, he realized it was someone completely different—a woman he had never seen before in his life. "No, you're not her."
"Of course not... I am someone better."
The atmosphere shifted dramatically. The party, which had been full of laughter and toasts, had come to an abrupt halt. Everyone present was still, as if they had been caught in a trance by the woman's presence. The music had ceased, the chatter had vanished, and a thick silence enveloped the place. Even the air seemed suspended, which in many ways was even more unsettling for Trunks.
But the most confusing thing was the sense that he knew her. Why was he dreaming about someone he'd never seen before?
The woman was tall, with pale skin and long hair as dark as the night itself, falling in soft waves over her shoulders. While Trunks wasn't usually focused on such details, he couldn't ignore the imposing beauty of her presence. What was most unsettling, however, were her eyes—light purple, clouded, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. It was as if, despite not recognizing her, her presence felt strangely familiar. A deep, unsettling feeling took root in his chest, as if he had seen this woman before, somewhere, at some other time. But where? Who was she?
His discomfort grew as he noticed that the woman wore Saiyan royal attire, adorned with ornaments and details that only figures of authority would possess. The garment, rich with golden accents and intricate embroidery, made it clear that this woman was no ordinary person in the crowd.
What was even more unsettling, however, was how the others reacted to her. The people who had been engaged in lively conversations and celebrations moments ago were now frozen, staring at her with a hollow intensity, as though they were mere puppets under her control.
A slight tremor ran through Trunks, and he couldn't help but question what he was seeing. His mind began to race, filling with possible explanations, but none seemed to make sense.
"Who are you?" he asked cautiously, still unsure of what to do. This woman wasn't just in his dreams, he couldn't feel her energy. Something didn't add up, and it made him even more alert.
The woman looked at him with clear fascination, a smile playing on her lips that reflected a calm, almost assured confidence.
"I am the one who can make your wishes come true," she replied, as though those words were a promise of something much greater. As she spoke, she floated up to stand directly before him, caressing his cheek with one hand. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made him feel vulnerable, almost exposed.
Trunks felt uncomfortable with the proximity and the familiarity of her gesture. The strange woman seemed to know him in a way he couldn't comprehend, and the sense of confusion overwhelmed him.
"I-I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying..." he stammered, taking a small step back from the intense presence of the woman. "What's going on here?"
The woman did not remove her hand from his face, her eyes never losing the gleam that seemed to envelop everything around them. In her gaze was an enigma, a promise of something Trunks still didn't fully understand but felt he should fear deeply.
Ophis was not paying attention to Trunks' questions, still gently caressing his cheek with an expression of clear fascination on her face. This young man possessed an incomprehensible beauty. The perfection he embodied had no comparison; no creature, no god, could match it. This beauty, this immeasurable power capable of bending the universe itself, was not meant for inferior beings who only concerned themselves with trivial, insignificant matters. Ophis thought about it with such conviction that it was clear from her behavior and actions—she would destroy any god, beast, or mortal who dared think of claiming the soulmate who had arrived from another alternate universe.
That sword had opened her horizons, broadened her perspective. Trunks was more than a god, more than a mere figure of power. He was a transcendental being, a representation of perfection itself. No dictionary in all the worlds could accurately describe how magnificent he was. There were not enough words to capture what he meant, what he represented.
Ophis had formed the Chaos Brigade to fulfill her own objectives and desires, seeing its members as mere tools useful for that end. To her, the inferior beings were of no further use. However, now, with Trunks by her side, she needed no one else. There would be no place for useless warriors or lesser gods as servants. Together, they would be the sovereigns, the most omnipotent in the universe. No one would dare challenge them, defy their power, or their connection. Not even the apocalyptic dragons like Trihexa or that damn usurper, the Great Red, would dare challenge their authority.
Trunks was her destined one, her other half, the complement she had always been waiting for.
"I've always known you're special, since the moment you arrived here," she murmured with devotion, her eyes shining with passion and lust. She made an enormous effort not to steal a kiss from him at that very moment. "But seeing you with my own eyes is such a stunning experience."
Despite the bizarre situation, Trunks could feel nothing but embarrassment from the proximity of the woman. His face turned red as he realized how close she was, how her arms encircled his neck, and how her eyes pierced into him with burning intensity. Trunks could feel her breath on his face, warm and tempting, causing his heart to race. But beyond that sensation, there was something strange within him, something unsettling. His normally clear and focused mind was beginning to cloud. Ophis' closeness, her sweet scent, and her soft touch were clouding his judgment. He was losing control of himself, and that terrified him.
"I understand, I see," Trunks replied, trying to stay calm and attempting to pull away from the woman. "I'd say I'm flattered, but the setting is not the most appropriate." He gestured toward the members of the royal court and the guests, who now stood completely still, staring at them with empty eyes, as though they had no souls.
The entity laughed melodiously.
"You are absolutely right, my beloved destined one, this moment should be only for the two of us."
With an enigmatic smile, Ophis raised a hand and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the air around them distorted, and reality itself seemed to crumble. Trunks, barely reacting to the speed of the action, felt a tug in his chest, as if his very being was being pulled to another place. The world around him faded in an explosion of shadows, and the sensation of gravity completely changed.
When the distortion ceased, he found himself in a completely different space. Light was absent. Darkness enveloped everything around him, like a thick, oppressive blanket that could almost be touched. The air was cold and dense, and no matter how much he looked, he couldn't distinguish anything on the horizon. It was as though he were trapped in an absolute void, with no point of reference.
"As you requested, I have brought you to a pocket dimension under my complete control," she said in an unsettling voice. "Here, there is no escape. This is a place outside time and space, where your desires and thoughts have no place. Only what I decide and wish exists."
The young Saiyan observed his surroundings. The atmosphere was heavy, dense, and his instincts told him to stay alert. This place, this dimension, was foreign to everything he knew, and moreover, Ophis' power here seemed absolute.
"I can certainly confirm that your abilities are magnificent and your power level is absurd. Based on that, you probably think you have me at your mercy," Trunks said, watching the woman intently.
Her power was certainly imposing, far surpassing all the creatures he had encountered so far. If he had to compare her to Sirzechs, Serafall, and Odin—people who displayed immense power—he would say they were mere ants, while she was a giant dinosaur. However, to her misfortune, Trunks far surpassed her.
"But it seems you've made a grave mistake," he continued in a challenging tone, preparing to fight. "If you really try to do anything against me, let me tell you that you do not represent..."
Ophis burst into unsettling laughter. She had read his thoughts, and what had come to his mind seemed highly amusing to her.
"Wait a second!" she exclaimed, almost mockingly. "YOU THINK I WANT TO KILL YOU?! WHAT AN ABSURD IDEA! You should know that I am the one who is completely defenseless here." She paused, her tone softening, but with a palpable intensity. "Besides, I do not seek your destruction. How could I think of hurting you if you are my other half, my complement?" A twisted smile appeared on her face. "Right now, I would dare to say... I COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU!"
Trunks looked at her as if she had gone completely mad. Not just because of what she said, but because of the twisted determination with which she spoke, a conviction that unsettled him more than any threat.
Moreover, he did not overlook the last sentence; it was the same one Mai had said to him in his dream. Little by little, Trunks began to convince himself that that dream had been nothing more than manipulation by this woman.
"All I seek is to fulfill each and every one of your desires to see you happy," Ophis responded directly, trying to catch the young man's attention, who was still massaging his temples, looking down. "Because I am the goddess of infinity, I can do that and much more."
With a snap of her fingers, the dark and eerie environment suddenly disappeared, revealing the lavish room where Trunks had woken up. A mountain of gold gleamed before him, and from a nearby window, a vast kingdom could be seen, spanning an immense territory. The flags of the Saiyan royal insignia fluttered in the wind, and on what seemed to be a bed larger than a king-size, a harem of beautiful, semi-naked women were ready to satisfy the lowest desires of the boy. Or, in this case, the "king."
The last part embarrassed Trunks quite a bit. But aside from the vulgar and embarrassing scene, all of this seemed too good to be true. He wasn't going to buy into that cheap story!
"What do you gain from all this?" he asked, looking at her seriously.
Ophis did not answer immediately, but her expression softened slightly. It was as though her intention wasn't to confront him but rather to try to win his trust. However, the smile on her lips had such a strange, ambiguous hue that it made Trunks unable to lower his guard.
"Gain something..." whispered Ophis, approaching him slowly, as if the words were a whisper meant to penetrate his mind, "My existence is infinite, I have no earthly needs or absurd and stupid ambitions like mortals.
Trunks clenched his fists tightly upon hearing the last part.
"But what I can tell you is that I'm searching for something, I have a longing desire... I'm seeking companionship, a connection with someone who understands what I am. And you, dear, are the only one with the power to understand me. To be my complement. My... other half."
For a moment, Trunks had felt bewildered, but he tensed again. The woman spoke in such a peculiar, charming way that her words could have seemed sincere, but something in her voice told him that it wasn't as simple as it appeared. Ophis, once again, moved dangerously close to his personal space.
"Why do you say I'm your other half?" Trunks asked, his tone more cautious than before, but still observing her with firmness. He wasn't foolish; Ophis' mere presence was enough reason to stay on guard and prepare to annihilate her if she attempted anything.
Upon hearing his response, Ophis seemed almost pleased, and her eyes sparkled with a longing and devotion that unsettled the young Saiyan even more.
"Because finally, both you and I can fill that emptiness inside," she whispered softly. "I know you live in misery, questioning why you are still alive, what your purpose is. The same happens with me," she turned around, snapped her fingers, and the room filled with beautiful women distorted, giving way to a royal garden, inside that supposed and false kingdom.
"Why do we exist? What is our function? Our role?" She pondered as she gazed at the horizon, as if speaking to herself. "These are the questions that both you and I have often asked ourselves."
"Tsk," Trunks responded, visibly irritated. Deep down, Ophis had struck a nerve, and that bothered him immensely. "You think just because you hold the title of goddess, you believe you can invade others' privacy and claim to know everything about me..."
"But in the end, I'm right, your angry reaction confirms it," Ophis replied, with an enigmatic smile, as if she had touched on something sensitive.
Trunks clenched his fists, his body tensing, and his gaze grew even more serious. Ophis wasn't just toying with his mind; she seemed to enjoy the impact she had on him. Every word she spoke destabilized him further, touching on deep points he had preferred to keep hidden. Or at least, that was the impression the future warrior had in this moment.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Trunks replied in a cold tone he never expected to leave his lips, as it enraged him to think that she had pried into his most tortured moments as if they meant nothing. "How dare you claim you understand me?! THAT YOU AND I ARE THE SAME?!"
"Because it's the truth," she said, her voice softening, but her gaze became even more penetrating. "The emptiness you feel, that loneliness, the sense that you don't belong anywhere, is part of who we are. Two incomplete beings seeking something more. Something neither of us can find in our current worlds. But now, fate has brought us together."
Ophis approached with calculated gentleness, and without warning, she enveloped Trunks in an embrace. Her long hair, like threads of black silk, fell over him, enveloping him completely, creating a sensation of mystery and depth. Beneath her touch, Trunks felt as if he were being wrapped in a dense, overwhelming shadow, but at the same time, there was something undeniably captivating about the contact. The warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, even the perfume on her breath, seemed to overwhelm the discomfort that dominated his mind, pulling him into a strange calm.
From Ophis' perspective, the embrace wasn't just physical; it was a union of souls, a perfect fusion. She saw it as if they were finally one, completing each other. However, Trunks, despite the confusion he felt, couldn't help but notice how, deep down inside, a small part of him enjoyed the closeness. The sensation of being completely enveloped by the woman who claimed to be his other half perplexed him.
"My desire is for you and me to be together. To find what we seek, because we are the same," her voice was almost a whisper, but Trunks could feel the strength of her words, as if they were embedding themselves into his mind. "This is what I intend, for I do not plan to waste this great gift that fate has brought me."
At that moment, Trunks couldn't take it anymore. He slowly pulled away from the dragon goddess, separating his hands carefully, as if an inner impulse told him to create distance. Something in the intensity of Ophis' gaze overwhelmed him, unraveling his thoughts and leaving him vulnerable, more than he wanted to admit. For a moment, his mind seemed to waver, and the need to distance himself intensified.
"If there's one thing I've learned about fate, it's that you can't give cosmic or complex meaning to what is simply a terrestrial event," he said more calmly, though the challenge in his words was still clear. Ophis' fixed gaze observed him, and he could tell it had caught her attention. "Everything that has happened until now... was just a simple coincidence. That's all."
Ophis, on the other hand, remained serene in the face of Trunks' definitive response. She didn't seem surprised by his rejection, as if she had anticipated it. Her face showed neither anger nor frustration, only an unsettling calm, as if she knew that his resistance was just a phase in the process.
"Now I understand," continued the future warrior, maintaining his fixed gaze on Ophis. "Nothing was the product of fate; it was just a coincidence. Even that wonderful dream I had, when I woke up beside Mai, was just a simple coincidence caused by our bewildering encounter and by your twisted way of creating closeness. Looking at it that way… you've made things clear for me and opened up a new perspective. And for that, I'm grateful."
Ophis felt as though something inside her twisted upon hearing those words. Though she tried to remain calm, she couldn't avoid a growing sense of discomfort. The subject of that detestable mortal kept returning to her mind. She had never anticipated that Trunks would show interest in her, and she didn't know why, and that drove her mad.
"Grateful for a new perspective?" The word left her lips with a tone of incredulity, as if that simple word were an affront to her generous offer. "And that perspective is better than what I'm offering?"
She paused for a moment, watching Trunks with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, but also a strange mix of jealousy and confusion. The mention of Mai, that mortal who, according to Ophis, did not deserve the attention of a being like him, caused a crack in the perfection of his calm.
"You don't know what it's like to be part of something bigger, Trunks." Ophis' words grew darker, as if she were trying to put into words the desperation she felt. "You are confused now, believe me, I know more about destiny than you think. Everything you say is nothing but empty words."
Trunks, who had been watching every subtle change on her face, did not let his guard down. Although he had felt a strange empathy for the goddess for a moment, the temptation to succumb to her embrace and the persuasive words she offered him, the reality of what truly accepting her proposal would mean kept him firm in his stance.
"And does that generous offer mean being bound to your feet like a mere puppet, with no will of my own?" He said with a tone full of disdain, his words were clear and firm, like a challenge thrown directly at her. "Everything you offer me is too good to be true."
Ophis remained silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on him, as if evaluating every word, every gesture that Trunks made. The restrained anger reflected on her face as, slowly, she clenched her fists. The energy emanating from her seemed to grow denser.
What Trunks ignored was that this moment would not only affect his own path, but also that of someone he never imagined he would see involved in this encounter, for Mai would be a prime example of the aforementioned. Ophis had planned this in advance. The seed of discord had been planted and it was only a matter of time before things would go brutally awry, so that Ophis could claim what he believed was rightfully his.
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Serafall Leviathan had a crucial responsibility as one of the four rulers of the underworld: to build alliances and establish ties with other mythological pantheons to strengthen the underworld's position in the vast cosmos. Despite her well-known childish attitude and carefree lifestyle, in recent days, she had surprised everyone by taking on her role with an unusual seriousness. Sirzechs and Ajuka, who had been watching her every move with disbelief, couldn't hide their astonishment when Serafall, with a firm tone and without accepting objections, announced that she would depart immediately for the fairy realm. She had received news of a distant faction that could potentially become an ally, and with no option to postpone her journey or take a brief rest, she left the castle, determined to fulfill her mission.
What her colleagues didn't know was that Serafall had been plagued by nightmares of a painful past, brought on by the arrival of that wretched alien monkey that she despised so much. The news that the Saiyan had left the underworld brought her immense relief, as he was no longer near her sister, which lifted a heavy weight from her shoulders. However, the unease remained; knowing that the "monster" was still out there, free, gave her no peace, for he represented a threat to everything she protected and valued.
That was why she had set out on her journey and searched through all the possible factions to find him, diplomatic travel for the benefit of the underworld was the perfect excuse for her.
She couldn't lose the fucking track of the saiyajin, once she had his every move in her sights she would find a way to put an end to his damn existence once and for all.
She had to find him, no, it was her duty to find him, failure was not an option.
Unfortunately, the Saiyan wasn't there, but that didn't stop her from establishing diplomatic ties with its leader, the Regent of the Fairies. In a few weeks, Serafall planned to guide her on a tour of the underworld, aiming to explore potential trade relations that could benefit both the fairies and the inhabitants of the underworld. As a gesture of goodwill, Titania had gifted her a jar of nectar extracted from a magical plant endemic to the Central Fairy Forest, whose healing properties were said to rival the power of Twilight Healing at its maximum strength.
It turned out to be hilarious that Serafall and Titania shared the same passion for anime and manga, especially the Mahou Shoujo genre. Both committed to attending the upcoming convention in Akihabara together. This unexpected bond made Serafall momentarily forget what her true mission was.
It was a moment of joy, but she couldn't afford to waste more time. Titania told her she could stay as long as she wanted, but Serafall declined, stating that she had a tight schedule and needed to present her report on this alliance to the other kings of the underworld.
Serafall's next mission would take her to the kingdom of Asgard, where she would meet Odin, the Allfather, in person. However, what really concerned her were the recent rumors about Loki. Some whispered that Loki was acting strangely, as if he were plotting something that could bring calamities to the worlds. With that information, Serafall decided it would be best to observe the situation closely, knowing that her diplomatic role not only gave her the right but also the responsibility to ensure everything was under control. If Loki truly posed a threat to Odin, she would offer her help as a show of goodwill from the underworld, thereby strengthening the ties between the realms.
Despite this new mission, Serafall's mind remained focused on her true objective: the Saiyan. The trail of that cursed being still haunted her, and although her diplomacy with Asgard was essential, she couldn't allow her search to fade into the horizon. She knew that upon returning, she would present a report to her colleagues in the underworld, and with the gathered information, they could devise a more effective containment plan. But until then, everything had to appear as part of her duties as the Regent of the Underworld.
Diplomatic trips to forge alliances were the perfect excuse to discreetly track the Saiyan.
However, the fact that Serafall was so meticulously focused on her mission did not go unnoticed by Sirzechs. Knowing her well, he was aware that it was not common for her to show such dedication to her responsibilities. Serafall was widely known as a lazy girl who rarely took her duties seriously and, whenever she could, relied on her colleagues to do her work for her. This raised Sirzechs' suspicions, and he began to wonder if something else was going on. It was wise of him to tell her that the Saiyan would no longer be in the underworld but not reveal where he had gone, and with that in mind, Sirzechs thought that she was looking for him.
Serafall knew her friend suspected her, so she devised a plan.
One night of drinking, in one of the more discreet neighborhoods far from prying eyes, would be enough to soften any attempt Sirzechs might make to ruin her plans. Knowing that he would easily fall for her charms and that, under the influence of alcohol, he would be much more accommodating to any request she made, Serafall prepared to act. She knew that Sirzechs was manipulable in that state, and that would allow her to obtain the information she needed without him asking uncomfortable questions or doubting her movements.
With this strategy in mind, Serafall felt more confident. While the winds of destiny continued to blow against her, she was determined to move forward with her mission, hiding her true thoughts behind a facade of diplomacy and duty.
"Wow! So this place is Asgard... it looks amazing!" Serafall's eyes sparkled with excitement—. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined!"
It was no surprise. Asgard was a paradise for any being, even dark creatures like demons. In fact, she wouldn't mind filming some scenes for her show there, if she had the chance.
She was sitting on a large, elegant black sofa, waiting to be received. Today, she would meet with the Allfather to finalize the last details of the alliance at an event the underworld was holding to seal the pact. Serafall knew that, if it succeeded, it would be great news for the underworld.
She twirled her new Milky-chan acquisition to pass the time, skillfully spinning it in her hands, changing speeds, and humming Levan Polka by Miku Hatsune. Although she had grown accustomed to her new, hectic work schedule, that day she felt a little bored. After all, diplomatic duties could be exhausting, and the workload of being one of the regents of the underworld stole more time than she wanted.
Tack... tack... tack...
"Oh no!" she complained as the staff flew out of her control, sliding farther than she had intended. A sigh escaped her lips. Sometimes, being so enthusiastic had its consequences.
Without hesitation, she stood up and walked over to retrieve it. She didn't want to lose the staff. Although, the thought of making some "special scenes" with Grayfia crossed her mind. Any excuse would work to get something she considered valuable. All for her "powerful and important" scepter!
But as she extended her hand to grab it, a larger, rougher touch intercepted hers.
When she looked at the person who had decided to help her, her childish attitude died and her legs lost their strength to support her. There was that monster, she had finally found him.
When their gazes met, the atmosphere around them seemed to vanish, as if space itself had compressed between them. Serafall watched him with a fury, a fury so intense that his pupils shrank, reflecting a hatred so deep it was almost tangible. Every fiber of her being emanated rancor, and she seemed to struggle with herself not to throw herself upon him and tear him apart with her hands. Her breathing was heavy, ragged, as the fury she felt threatened to boil over at any moment.
The feeling that invaded Trunks was slightly different, he watched the demoness with little less than repulsion. His gaze towards her was piercing, but not as intense as Serafall's. He couldn't help but feel frustrated.
why was she here? what the hell did she want this time? He had accepted Odin's invitation not only to help Mai, but also in the hope that he could get out of there, give Serafall space and finally stop receiving her constant insults and aggression. What he wished most was that their peace of mind would not be affected.
And although he knew that demons carried out diplomatic tasks, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why, of all the emissaries available in the underworld, did they have to send her specifically?
Serafall's power, began to overflow. The muscles in her hands tensed with such force that her fingers became rigid, on the verge of making her palms bleed. She had spent so much time building up hatred, frustration and resentment towards Trunks, and now she was ready to release it all.
"I finally found you... TrUuNnNNnNnKkkKS BrRRrIEeeeeEEFF"
Trunks immediately sensed Serafall's killer instincts. His body reacted instantly, jumping out of his usual range and getting into a fighting stance. He didn't want it to come to this, didn't want the confrontation to end in tragedy, but the hostility and his intentions were clear. The fury he radiated seemed capable of destroying everything.
Just when he thought that his absence would have been enough to leave her in peace, he realized he was wrong. He felt that hatred, more intense than before, as if his absence had been the trigger...
Yes, coincidences are not always good.
End of chapter.
Clarifications:
1.- Luigi Boccherini (1743-1805) was a prominent Italian composer and cellist of the Classical period, known for his melodic sensitivity and ability to compose chamber music pieces. He was born in Lucca, Italy, and showed great musical talent from a young age, especially in the cello, an instrument that was still relatively new at the time. Boccherini moved to Spain, where he spent much of his life working under the patronage of the nobility, allowing him to develop a prolific career.
The works of Luigi Boccherini that remain popular today, especially in the classical music repertoire, are as follows:
1.- Minuet in E Major (the one used in this chapter): This is undoubtedly his most famous work. This minuet is renowned for its charming and elegant melody and has become a symbol of Classical period music. It has been used in movies, TV shows, and commercials.
2.- String Quintet in C Major, Op. 30, No. 6 ("La Musica Notturna delle Strade di Madrid"): This work evokes the nighttime atmosphere of 18th-century Madrid, with sections that imitate street sounds and the ringing of bells. The section called "Passacalle" is particularly famous, capturing a joyful and festive atmosphere.
3.- Cello Concerto in B-flat Major, G. 482: Boccherini, being a virtuoso cellist, composed several concertos for this instrument. This particular concerto stands out for its lyricism and brilliant use of the cello, and it is frequently performed by cellists in concerts.
