《I am the supreme evils daughter》Chapter 4: Confusion
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Be'ial'ale Doombringer, also more commonly known as Biali by her friends, woke up because of the incredibly loud racket going on outside. She had went to bed early today so she could feel fresh for the tea party with her friends tomorrow. But now is that plan completely thrown out the window because of all that noise going on outside making it impossible to sleep.
"Ugh!" Cried Biali out in frustration as she covered the blanket over her head. She tried her best to fall asleep again while covering her ears, but the noise of a door being smashed in echoed throughout the hallways outside.
"Damn it! Can't a lady get her beauty sleep around here!?" Said Biali in frustration under her blanket before sitting up in her bed, making her cute night gown clearly visible. She let out a long yawn and grabbed her favorite plushie next to her. She then stepped out of her bed and into her bunny slippers.
She scratched her back before setting out into the hallways leading toward the throne room. Since Biali could not fall asleep as easily again, she wanted to spend some time with her mommy before going to bed again. It took a minute or so to sleepily drag herself toward the throne room.
As Biali entered the throne room she did not notice the uninvited guests as she homed in for Isabella. Everyone looked incredibly confused as to why this teenage girl in a night gown entered the scene. Well, except for her father Ralto. Which now looked at the uninvited guests with even more contempt and anger. His eyes now started to glow red with great fury.
"Mommy... Daddy... Who are these people?" Asked Biali in an incredibly sleepy manner as she finally saw lots of people in the throne room in her blurred vision. She then calmly seated herself in the lap of her mother Isabella while holding her plush in her arms. Without seemingly caring she started napping in the embrace of her mother.
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"What is the meaning of this!?" Yelled one of the uninvited guests in a black armor who had a giant hammer in his arms. He looked extremely furious at the scenario that played out now. This noisy man woke Biali up a bit and she opened up her tired eyes as much as she could.
Biali then looked at the strangely clothed people after clearing her eyes. She saw they all wore funny armors and carried weapons with the most exotic designs. Some of them even carried colorful tomes which they now nervously browsed.
"...they never mentioned anything about the spawn of the supreme evil..." Muttered a female cold voice in a mismatching set of armor. She rotated her head in order to get a better view of Biali. Her heartbeat started to increase now. This unknown variable could jeopardize the entire raid.
Lance face now started to be filled with disgust instead of confusion. "So I will have to slay that brat too? No matter, juveniles are easier to take down than fully grown monsters." He now put his sword above his head and took up an aggressive stance. His comment clearly provoked the supreme evil which now started talking again.
"You men got quite the nerve to claim that you will murder my dear daughter in front me." Ralto snarled as he started intimidating the invaders. This was enough to make the weaker willed invaders to take up defensive stances. "This is unforgivable. Slay my men and subordinates, and I do not even think of it. They will rise back from the dead to serve me again once I banish you all back."
Ralto now rose out of his throne and started hovering above the floor. All of the invaders now took up defensive positions and readied their weapons. He then sighed as an aura of extreme evil permeated the entire throne room.
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"Slay my family, and I fear they will not rise again." He then gave the main three invaders the death glare. All of them shuddered as he looked them into their eyes. Ralto then yelled at them: "I will conquer the world for my family if it will make them safe. Do not think your aggression today will go unpunished!"
The entire throne room started shaking now, which little by little started waking up the incredibly sleepy Biali. Despite being in the comforting embrace of her mother Isabelle, it is nearly enough to rouse her back from her lap nap.
"Monster!" Cried all of the main three invaders out towards the supreme evil and his family. Then the rest of the invaders started making war cries and thumping their weapons into the floor. All this noise was enough to completely wake Biali up. She shot up like a bursting volcano.
"Shut up!" Biali yelled then incredibly loudly in response to this racket in the throne room. She pointed her finger accusingly toward the main three invaders. There was only thing that rose up from the depths of her mind.
"Damn heroes! I hate you all!" She then started to feel like she just wanted to cry. What these heroes did not know is that during her whole upbringing, she never felt true peace which started a life long vendetta.
It all started way back when she was born...
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