"Sister, I wish you were born dead."

He was tiny, that child. Innocent and lovely, with rosy cheeks and an adorable troublemaking attitude – such a beautiful child he was... in the past.

But, instead of her, that boy's life slipped by as if it never existed.

Charline Apolline was executed for his offense against the Savior of France, for daring to wish for an untimely death of his younger sister, forty-one years ago.

He was five when he found his neck under the blade of the guillotine. He wasn't even old enough to realize his situation – he was just jealous of his little sister due to all the attention she received. Did he deserve such a cruel fate?

—Diane hates feticide, Diane hates the murder of little children, Diane hates humanity.

Even for the Nameless she fears, she doesn't allow their removal. Sometimes viewed as cruelty, sometimes as a blessing – Diane's motivations, in general, were unknown. Starting from the concept of 'Heaven' within a sword and 'Hell' as an endless void – erasure, even – Diane, the most well-known ruler was the epitome of mysteriousness.

"I also wish I were born dead, child," Diane said, tears dripping upon her sword. "I also wish. But demons don't die so easily... Perhaps life has made me so greedy that I do not want to give up my immortality – abandoning the body of a demon, yet remaining a monster... I guess some things never change. Like how I was not able to identify how big of a mistake it had been to start crying upon receiving insults – I know my age being three back then was never an excuse, I was several times more developed than you for I was coincidently born at an auspicious time – just like that, even though I created this sword, I was unable to grasp your soul..."

Even though the sword was made just to capture him, she could get every soul... other than his. She longed for someone she didn't remember, someone non-existing.

"You're gone now... aren't you, Brother?"

She gave a short sigh.

Diane liked talking into the nothingness. It never judged her, never mocked her, never worshipped her. It was just... there. A companion that always listened, nothingness was. Diane considered naming it, and it was so that she was still pondering on a suitable name, so nothingness it yet remained.

Her habits would've labelled her as mentally unstable in Earth, but she was certainly more stable than then ones who were considered stable.

It was hilarious how people mistook Diane to be living her lavish life in Heaven, but she, truth to be told, inhabited a region that was nowhere, literal nothingness. There was no scenery, so darkness took up the entire region. Besides, she was too lazy to create a Heaven, so it just remained as is for her, and in form of a soul-swallowing blade called 'Heaven' for the earthlings.

But, anyway, to add on to the topic of mental health, she adored repeating words till they lost their meaning and became just a string of letters.

Oh, and of course, she was always thinking of the Nameless till an unhealthy extent.

...How long would it be till the Nameless evolved into an eternally worshipped entity – just like the Soulless had?

Of course, France didn't remember the truth of the Etoile their ancestors left behind for them. Why, she had burnt down Lyon for exactly this reason – imposing her rule wasn't easy. Though, Lyon was also the place she had been brought up in, and the place where her brother was unjustly murdered, so it deserved being ruined.

It wasn't like she wanted to be a savior.

Oh, she never did. It was just the throne of Godhood, a life served by weaklings, and a fun experience she wished – that trapped her there, tending to Earth and being annoyed by those toy-like humans who kept sacrificing and making more trouble for her.

Besides, the previous tyrant was a fool who didn't know the ways of the world even though he had lived there for – what? – seventy years before coming to power! And Diane had ascended Godhood at just twenty-four!

Well, she technically was a human – just a different kind of human. Or is that putting it mildly?

Okay, fine, she was a demon.

Anyway, she liked called the earthlings as her 'own' specimen – not just because that made her a modest Goddess who everyone loved because she saw herself and people as equals! – because they were just as sinful as she was.

She really wasn't on the same wavelength with those thoughts people had about the all-forgiving Goddess and all; but more popular she became, the more powerful she was – so she didn't mind investing a bit.

And it was not like she didn't know.

She was much aware of the tyrant she had become.

Seeming to be with the majority, suppressing the race she despised and feared – she was manipulating, good with actions and words, plus her positive reception had aided her greatly. Unknowingly, people fell into the same trap yet again, that honey-coated prison they had already been captured within several hundred times and yet the worshipped the ones born under Etoile.

They had a good sense of humor. Diane liked it.

She never wanted to be a savior, yes – she was a person of her own, to hell with Fate or Destiny or Etoile or whatever! – and hence, she was now the one spreading terror; keeping the world in check, the people on their knees.

She was the Goddess.

Ah, but the Nameless were a different lifeform entirely. Magique-blessed yet Nom-less. Hard-to-kill because they regenerate, yet mortal – since, in a situation where their organs decided to stop working, one fine day, their lives would be lost like fallen leaves.

The Soulless had this advantage over the Nameless – their dependency on Nom none, their lives relying solely upon Witchcraft.

On another note, weirdly enough, there was a person sharpening her sword to pierce Diane's vitals.

Diane tilted her head, neck aching, towards the portal that showed her the movements of the apparent next Chosen One.

Funny, right?

Diane's restraints stopped the influx of Saviors, but eventually, someone would worm their way into the holes in Diane's laws.

Olivie Dennel – Diane Apolline's future 'murderer' and the next 'successor' of Godhood.

—Or so it should have been.

"Even though we were protecting the Nameless, is this how we were to be paid back?" In the image her portal showed, a man grabbed his hair in frustration. "Olivie... and you say you still believe in them? Well, obviously, with women ruling over men, I don't see why! Wining the favor of the dominating classes, now, are we?"

A typical 'Chosen One'.

Diane threw her head back and laughed. "This is interesting, so very interesting!"

Diane still had centuries to rule, her death practically impossible. She was a Soulless, a race which was tortured just like the Nameless was currently. Hilariously, Diane felt nothing even though her own race had gone through the same as the Nameless – it was fun to be on the top, heels crushing on others' filthy heads.

The Soulless were born under the Etoile – literal monsters they were, lacking 'souls' – the very living force of an organism. They might not be as powerful as the Nameless, but their Witchcraft – Forbidden Spells and Black Magic – was advanced to unimaginable heights.

Though Nameless are completely capable of bringing Diane to the dirt – one of those reasons she disliked them – Diane was stronger than believed to be, not to mention how underestimated she was since she was a she, a female; but, fortunately or unfortunately, the Soulless were genderless. Her powers were almost unknown to Mankind.

—Oh, but Josette, or Abrielle, might know – yes. She was that kid whom Diane had used, and later taught her extraordinary limits to her powers – though, of course, she never bothered to mention the side-effects; well, why should she? – and the kid went on to kill her mother out of spite later on, if Diane recalled the incident right.

Perhaps she, Abrielle, wouldn't remember, but when the time comes, she would certainly reawaken those lost moments – for the better or the worse, depending on the situation.

In short, if those two rebellious Nameless were just a slight disturbance in the end, what was Olivie?

Diane's lips morphed into an insane smile, the kind of expression a Witch would hold whilst boiling people – almost as if it were a personification of her sadistic tendencies.

Olivie Dennel was a fake 'hero', and, just as always, Diane was looking forward to the struggle to define oneself... only to end up completely useless and unneeded, not a protagonist but simply a side character!

She had to get her delicacies ready, in front of the portal, as soon as possible – she had a hunch that the show was going to be terribly entertaining!

Her hunches were always right, after all.

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A/N: Hard to hate a crazy, psychopath and sadistic Goddess, right? Also, guess what 'scars' (the title) mean in the chapter's context!

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