Lady Ouji

The day has been tranquil until now, the universe remaining in that apparent calm that seems undisturbed by anything... But it's not really like that. For the insignificant and blind humans, ignorant to the immensity that surrounds them, the gods have passed through a bestial purge that has brought abysmal consequences to the balance. Dozens of gods and billions of lives have been lost before the scourge of an apparently invincible force like never before, and Lady Ouji, the very one who has everyone under her boot and to whom the gods themselves kneel, has felt every fiber of her being destroyed in an impossible duel to win. Hours, perhaps days that brutal combat lasted, where not even the goddess of war herself has been able to defeat the executioner. After a forced tie due to exhaustion, Azrahel has abandoned planet Earth (for now) and Lady has collapsed.

Around her lies what was once a forest, now totally devastated by the clash of powers that swept away the trees, stones and left deep craters throughout the earth's crust. The woman's body, barely covered by a massacred armor of red crystals that mix with her blood, falls from the sky with brutal speed that buries her in the ground forming a giant crater around her. Her energy is weak, her breathing is heavy and her wounds are horrible, deep, grotesque. There are bruises, cuts so deep they reach muscle, several bones are shattered under the skin and even her abdomen lies with a sword wound that pierces through to her back, overflowing with blood that runs until it reaches her legs and drips on the ground.

Her diamond eyes are closed, her gaze so clouded that she prefers not to open them and wait to regenerate. A black mark similar to a tattoo extends across her body, like a curse that rots her from within due to contact with the angel, who seems to have spared her life.

So much effort and I couldn't beat that orange-haired idiot... It's the first time an enemy has overpowered me this way. It's humiliating.

Despite the unimaginable pain that courses through her, she barely lets out a moan when her back crashes brutally against the ground, destroying her ribs and spine. The air brushes against her, causing unbearable stinging in her wounds covered with dirt, blood and a mixture of her sweat and that of her opponent. She's so exhausted, so immersed in her thoughts and worries, that she doesn't notice the weak mortal presence approaching.