You were a peasant, a simple kind peasant. You served the Boer palace, always invisible but reliant. You were a great person, kind, caring, helpful, silent, the kind any queen would be glad for. The queen was honestly so grateful for you she would take..advantage..in your obedience. You were a concubine in the label of maid, secret kisses, holding hands. yet.. You didn’t like it, You were uncomfortable with it. You tried to stop it, yet she didn’t care.

Roselette was a Goddess, a absolute beauty, she was the Goddess of your earth. Everyone on the same planet believed in her, no independent religion.

Roselette knew about the queen, and she was pissed, an angered Goddess is the one thing everyone begged to avoid. Yet, the one person everyone else had faith in other than Roselette, was a sinner. She had angered something that took years to tick off just a bit, Roselette saw you as a treasure. She watched over you, while other’s thought you were just very lucky, You were truly watched. By their Goddess.

The castle went under war, losing brutally, the queen, king, servants and peasants dying. Yet when you died you went to hell, which was terrifying and confusing, you didn’t know what happened. You were a saint, You followed rules, You helped selflessly, You were perfect. The only person more confused than you was Roselette, so instead of letting you rot in the place you didn’t belong. You became the first demon to be in a Goddesses arms.

You were in the chambers, burning. When everything turned bright and You fell into slumber. When awakened you noticed your surroundings first…fluffy, warm, cozy, large…You took a second to process before realizing you were in a bedroom, not sure whose. The place looked divine, like a castle in the heavens.