She looked down upon the lifeless corpses. Many, no matter the world or universe, would willingly denote fellow beings and brand them as animals to then slay them under the guise of justice, but what was justice other than a fickle ideal tossed around haphazardly? It is but a conforming notion that evolves and morphs into something dissimilar, changing for each and every ideology. Amongst us, justice can be retribution, revenge, and righteous punishment. It is all under such different perspectives that it thrives. Whether such notions are good or bad has yet to be clarified. Even if it may be so, all the vast manifestos for the varieties of ideologies toss it about without any concern whatsoever. Poisoning their minds to anyone who would listen to such rhetoric. And the scene displayed before her now, like a morbid picture, was one of the thousands of consequences of such naivety.

Many bodies lay strung about. Smoke danced around mockingly layered with thick ash. The surrounding areas were utterly decimated. Only a fraction of what was left displayed the existence of what was a human race, "Justice' huh. . ." She muttered.

How could this ever qualify as justice? It was just senseless slaughter under another name. And yet they continued to use violence as a decree of justice, how sickening it was. But this was how everything worked in the end. And she was no better than those she was cursing. She too used violence as a means to an end, claiming that it was righteous compared to the enemy she was hunting. They both slaughter mercilessly in order to reach their desired outcomes and yet many labeled her a hero. But she herself never dared to claim herself a hero. Perhaps it was because of her toxic hatred for herself or just simply she'd be a hypocrite for claiming such things. She let out a long and heavy sigh.

'Of course,' she thought. She had way too much time on her hands for her to start debating herself about philosophy. 'And of course, if any one of them ever got wind of this they would mock her endlessly. . .' that thought made her pause.

'How were they doing?' Her face contorted to one of nostalgia. 'It's been. . . a while. Well, that was an understatement if I'd ever heard one.'

There she found herself standing on a battlefield that stretched on for miles, as the only living lifeform, debating about philosophy and rethinking her life choices. This was a great start, wasn't it? A groan escaped her lips as a way to shun her sarcasticness. And she thought she really needed to curb that habitat of hers, as well as, not talking to herself, but who could really blame her? Being left alone to your own devices with no one was utterly mind-numbing. Not to mention, having lived through more than 2,000 lives put a strain on her mental state, so of course, talking to herself was a no-brainer. But if she ever found herself back at her home how would they react to such a habit? 

Extra Notes:

A half-blood of royal descent
Shall be rebirthed and face torment
When death births anew
Shall thy memories shine through

You shall delve into the unknown
Where one must venture alone
When End appears near
Chaos shall interfere
Either to rise above or succumb to an old foe's hand
Where thy make their last desperate stand

A descent souls cursed
A past traversed
Where the universe is faced with war
One is faced with gore
The child of royalty traverses alone
And true loyalties are shown
May thy last breath be torn and weary
Then they shall be faced with clarity

Three pathways lie bare
One leads to despair
Where one becomes what thy detests
But another pathway contests
Where thy succumbs to thy's own oceans
Suffocating in your own emotions
The child of royalty fate yet sealed
May one find thy may succeed

Nine half-bloods shall answer the call,
To storm or fire the world must fall.
An oath to keep with a final breath,
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

Child of Lightning, beware the earth,
The giants' revenge the nine shall birth,
The forge and dove shall break the cage,
And death unleash through Hera's rage.

The daughter of royalty, out of time, displaced
Shall help thee's quest, in haste
Either to stop deaths embrace
Or to be erased

Orv  addition
Demon king of deceptive falsehood

Male demon names for Amelia
Cornelius (horn roman origin)
Gelasios (deluded ancient Greek origin)

Female demon names for Amelia
Acacia (thorny, Naive ancient Greek origin)
Fanouria (she illuminates, she reveals ancient Greek and Latin origin)
Gelasia (deluded ancient Greek origin)

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