Goddess Corter
The Devil Worshipers

On a large continent, famous for its abundant resources. Mainland where Large Countries join together, a collection of ecosystems they refer to as ‘Surga’.

Koukous is the name of the continent. Rather than being called a continent, perhaps this is more accurately referred to as an island. A very large island, no one can imagine the edges of this island.

Erinyes, Kardagon, Albarac, Indersia, Misophi, Niesta, are the States that govern this continent. A group of nations that the world fears. Although the name ‘Albarac’ often sounds taboo, but many people think that Albarac seriung get protection from the surrounding countries.

Forget about the developing State, because there is a threat from the hypocritical State.

It was the Kardagon Empire, a country that he said was filled with handsome and strong men. Their main resource is the mines, no wonder that many of them work on the mountains or in caves.

The exclusion of that honor, for them the people of the Cardagon lived there was a torment.

The hypocrisy of the Kardagon is something that only its people know, no country has ever known this problem, including the Erinyes though. Nor can its people expose this problem to the outside world, or they will feel for themselves what is called ‘curse’.

*

- Phenom, Southwest Kardagon

That afternoon, in a slum I had to live in. My name is Reine Deveralle and my sister Vedetta, with dirty clothes full of stitches, we barefooted have to walk in directions in search of food.

There is no place that accepts us, this village that is full of poverty is our shelter.

“Kak.. I'm hungry!”

Said Vedetta. He pulled my shirt very hard. Even with Vedetta's extremely weak strength, my clothes started to sound like they were ripped.

When was the last time we ate? Oh, that's right, the bread I picked up from the trash was pretty good. Is that the last time I eat?

“Kakak is also hungry..you wait a little longer.”

Vedetta did not answer. Suddenly he stopped his steps with his ladder stuck to my shirt. When he stopped, my shirt was completely torn off. I turned to rebuke him, but I couldn't seem to. Vedetta fainted, she collapsed on the street limp.

Instantly I panicked and started waking him up, but it was useless, my sister now seemed lifeless.

Desperately, I carried her to seek help. Either come from where my energy is, even though considering I have not eaten a few days, lifting a watermelon alone feels impossible. Maybe because my brother is in trouble.

‘Does the mistress have food?’, ‘do you have food?’, ‘doesn't someone want to give us food.’ It's always the case, with so many questions I ask different people, none of them help us.

Ah, it seems like this is the end of my life.

I started to look down and shed tears. Is it true that I will die like this? After all the trouble I've been in? I haven't even fulfilled my dream of going to school, I'm not happy at all.

“Already.. quite.”

Mumamku. I don't know what it is, I just want to burn the spirit. I, shrouded in despair, was forced to run again.

But I flicked my limp step, when I saw a man in a suit. The man was leaning against a horse-drawn carriage, which was parked at the entrance of the village. There are many luxury items nearby, such as glasses, plates, or clocks.

“Tuan.. lord..please, please give us food..”

I subconsciously stepped towards the man, even though I didn't know him. May this rich man be generous and ready to help me.

Sure enough, when I started collapsing in front of him, he caught me. The man let me sit in the horse-drawn carriage, he let my sister lie down as well.

“Your sister should be taken to the doctor.I will take her, you take it easy.”

At that moment, I saw a smile as warm as the sun. He genuinely helped both of us, but he knew nothing, especially with our dirty and smelly bodies but he helped us anyway. Really, he was an angel.

“Whose name are you?”

“I.. Reines. And my sister, Vedetta.”

“V-Vedetta?”

The man froze, when I said Vedettta's name. He looked very upset, his eyes were blank and there was no more smile on his face. Precisely looks like a bad person, when his face began to creep, I even had time to forget the kindness he gave me.

The man started looking at me, with a very creepy look. I could only goosebumps in fear, rewind my body and prepare to endure.

The angel turned into a demon. He hit me right in my face. My gaze was instantly black and everything was ringing loudly.

*

I woke up in a dark prison. With the iron bars blocking me, I'm stuck here. The prison was cold, mossy and dirty. Being here feels worse than being in a dumpster. When I opened my eyes, this prison had been with me for the past few hours.

I don't know what kind of place this is, but in front of this prison there's an elongated passageway. The hallway is very long, to the point that the test only looks black and thick. I curled up in silence, staring blankly at the rocky floor below me.

“Hey, wake up!”

Snapping someone rough. They had been watching me since, but I always ignored them when they spoke. They are definitely not good people.

Two men wearing robes, his face invisible. The two of them always talk to me even if I don't want to answer them.

“Do not be silent.”

“How... how is my sister?”

Ask slowly.

A very heavy question to ask, I who lack energy was forced not to say much.

The two men looked at each other, they did not expect that I would say a sentence.

“We tortured your sister. Do you want to see it?"

“... stupid. I.. I don't know what to do.”

They tortured my sister. Whether it's a fact or a lie, but I can't panic. My life is falling apart, all hope is gone. I can no longer even feel the sadness of that statement. Imagine Vedetta being tortured, though painful, but I can't be sad anymore.

“Why.. do you guys do that?”

My toot. There's no sadness there.

“Vedetta. Your sister's name is Vedetta, right? Why did your parents name your sister that way?”

What's wrong with that name? True too, if not the wrong name is also what causes the men in the suit to be angry. Just by saying the name ‘Vedetta’, misery has hit me.

“I don't know. I never asked.”

“Bocah..meaning you haven't known who the real Vedetta is?”

Really, I don't understand what these two people mean. They have been asking absurd questions ever since.

“Goddess Vedetta. The Creator of all Creators. The only Creator who ruled the entire universe. That's the name given by both your parents.”

“The trade is worshiping the devil. Letting an outcast like you use the name Vedetta is an insult to the god Azazel.”

I can only swallow that sentence whole. Worship demons? Why it was different from what my mother taught me. Why was my mother crying at the time? Kardagon, what kind of country is this?

As we were talking, suddenly the sound of steps echoing from the end of the hallway started to sound. Very deep and slow steps. Over time, the figure of the owner of the step began to appear from the darkness. He walked closer towards us.

Both use robes, but have different motives. The figure was carrying a stick with his bowed body. He walked very slowly, leading here.

The two people who were talking to me earlier, instantly kowtowed when the figure was only 2 meters away. Yes, they bowed to that figure. Even though I still understand what self-esteem is, with them prostrating it means that they recognize that their height is a low for him.

“Reine Deveralle, right?”

The figure began to speak. I can't understand if it's a woman's or a man's voice. My hearing and common sense seem to be untrue. To be sure, his voice was very strange, like made-up but it sounded real.

“You... who?”

“I?. I am the leader of the demon worship sect of Kardagon Empire.”

“Worshippers..demon?”

I said slowly.

“The empire worships 6 elemental demons who are subordinates of Lord Azazel. Those six demons are what give us strength, eternal resources. I'm the one who made this country go forward, with demonic powers of course.”

Arrogant answer.

I'm starting to get a little annoyed by that word. My body no longer trembled in fear, but in annoyance. I stood up, facing him with courage. Even so, what can a weak woman like me do? I didn't even have a chance to touch him from this prison.

“Let go my sister!”

“Ahaha!. You want to save your sister?”

“Isn't it clear?”

The figure was silent for a while, the state began to be silent instantly. The atmosphere was completely dead at that moment. I looked at him with great annoyance, his silent self after I answered, and the two foolish figures prostrating before him.

But then he started to answer.

“God Asmodeus has given me a warning. he said the great figure of the messenger Reftia has been born, exactly a few hours ago in a place called Akarka.”.

“... Then why?”

“I want you to prove the strength of that figure with your own eyes. If you succeed, your sister will stop being tortured. But if you lie about that figure, we'll torture you both.”

“.. Akark? I've never heard of it. Where is that place?”

“Ahaha!! Don't underestimate the god Asmodeus, he can predict the future. The figure will in a few days settle in the Kingdom of Erinyes, Megaira. You.. think of a way to approach that figure.”

With a spirit that gnawed at my body, the more excited I became, the more exhausted I became.

But, at that moment I had already set my resolve. I'll find that great figure. Take it easy, I just need to prove his strength, there's no need for lies. With Vedetta saved, that's enough for me.

*

From that moment on, Kardagon treated me as a human being. They gave me proper food, drink, and shelter. They also taught me martial arts and magic. But it was just because of so I could infiltrate Megaira.

No problem, the food I eat is not a fake, everything they give is not a fake. If this pleasure can be given to me, then even worship the devil I will be glad.

The Empire taught me the water element magic art, it was magic passed down directly by the Demon Agares. Me who incidentally is a weak woman, unexpectedly turned out to be quite adept at controlling this magic. Said I was talented enough to master water into ice.

*

A few days later, I managed to infiltrate Megaira Kingdom. When I got here, somehow doubt haunted me. Though I had already bothered to look for the uniform of a royal sorcerer to be able to enter the palace, but when the uniform was already worn, it was precisely doubt that made me retreat.

No, I can't back down, but this is exactly where my next life will be. I owe it to the devil, but I hate it too. Vedetta should save me too. There's no reason for me to back off.

With the process of infiltrating me, I was successfully accepted into the royal magician without tests. And today, it should be the second day that the majestic figure settled in the palace.

While touring the palace, I began to check whether there was any information I could make evidence of or not. But it seemed to be useless, the majestic figure did not leave too much of a mark. It was just that I felt a strong aura from the warm water pond. It's stupid, I don't want to check.

Then I went to the training hall, which was on the ground floor of the palace. When I entered, all the magicians had already gathered and lined up neatly. In front of them, stood the Queen, a beautiful blue-haired woman and a black-haired man.

The powerful aura coming from the three people standing in front, the Queen could not be a grand figure, meaning it was likely that the grand figure was either the man or the woman.

“Mistakeless, definitely between the two of them.”

Mumamku.

I, who had never trained with another royal sorcerer, ventured to approach them. But I stopped my steps as the blue-haired woman shouted and introduced herself. I should be able to hear it as best I can, to confirm his name.

Darren Corter, and Colt Rayen, are the names I hear. Even though I was focused, in fact, the witches who protested made the woman's voice inaudible. I who from a distance seemed to be able to understand that the magicians slightly opposed the sentence that the blue haired woman spoke.

What's the matter? Both are male names. Which one is Darren Corter? Which one is Colt Rayen? It was obvious the black-haired man had one name, was he Darren Corter? Or is his name Colt Rayen? Oh, my God, this is troublesome.

Sometime later, a duel ensues between the woman and the royal sorcerer.

His first fight was against a man who had a large body, but miraculously the woman was able to defeat him. The opponents of the two were too ridiculous to be considered strong, but the way the woman cast such a huge magic was even more ridiculous. There was no one who foolishly took out a large Reft just for lowly lightning magic.

I became his third opponent, and his identity will be confirmed at this very moment. About who the real grand figure was, was it the black-haired man who pretended to be a courtesan? Or is it this blue haired woman?

*

“Stop it! I'm not a grand figure or anything.”

I lost, completely outdone by that blue haired woman. I, blessed by the demon Agares, could easily fall down in front of this woman.

He was strong, but he said that he was not a great figure. Then which one is the great figure? I need to quickly figure out her identity, or Vedetta will be tormented.

The woman asked me who told me. At that moment, I felt like I was being fooled by myself. The woman gave off a fickle aura, but her aura was now very comfortable and warm. He's an angel, yes, he's probably a real angel.

Maybe this woman can help me. A woman as strong as him can help me.

I just need to let him live quietly.

I have decided, I report to Kardagon that the figure of Reftia's messenger has appeared.

‘He is a black-haired male figure, with a plain face that is a little stupid, even so he is actually strong. Darren Corter, his name is’.

That's what I'm going to give to Kardagon.

Hopefully, with this Vedetta will survive.