In my life, many people screamed at me, cursed at me for ruining their lives, their curses are innumerable and insurmountable from all across the globe. That was just how far I had taken myself from beyond the lines of morals in my quest for victory, and conquest to dominate others like the Villainess that I had wanted to be in those stories. But now, they curse me for dragging them all with me to the depths of the worse of the worse, of the worse place in existence. The Abyss and I became their caretaker, The Archdevil.

When I first came down to the Abyss and into this wasteland that I am right now. First, I was shocked by my change in appearance, I was shocked to find my beautiful lapis eyes turn into that of violet that has a burning black flame within them, my hair that was light yellow, now turn into the darkest of black there can possibly be. So let's not mention about my inhuman features now because I am still shocked by the monstrosity that I had become. And then what came after was the shock of my unfamiliar surrounding. However, it is unknown why, but I had quickly gotten over my shock of being sent into the Abyss and got up on my feet then started walking aimlessly, looking for a hidden exit.

As for the feeling of myself becoming an Archdevil, it was not bad..... it was absolutely terrible. Try having millions of souls getting absorb and tormented daily inside of your body. Before you can understand my pain of housing billions of them in my own mind and body.

There is also the scenery issue, do anyone want to know about what the Abyss is like?

It is dark or gray, lifeless, depressing, lonely, all the forms of negative words you can think of. Can't describe the bleakness of The Abyss, that is just how bleak this place is. Even the concept of a plant probably doesn't exist here and neither does food, not that I am hungry anyway, because after I had become an Archdevil. I felt a deep sense of lost in many things.

Sloth? I don't feel tired.

Lust? I don't feel the mood.

Wrath? I can't be bothered.

Gluttony? I can't feel the need.

Greed? I want nothing here.

Envy? I don't know who to directed to.

Vanity? I don't feel so great about myself at this moment.

Pride? I still have it for some reason, because I prided myself for still being a virgin.

Honor? I never had it to begin with, except for my virginity and myself.

Humility? I don't want to feel humble about my situation.

Patients? I stayed here for even god don't know how long, so I am patient enough.

Temperance? I am not going hunting for a Diablos in order to eat, so I am temperate enough.

Diligence? I am walking in a desolate wasteland in order to find an exit that does not exist.

Chastity? I am still a virgin.

Charity? I can't give anything to a bunch of nobodies that can't help me in this situation.

Kindness? I don't feel it inside of me to be kind because the billions of souls don't seem to think so.

So going by what I had just said, I had lost many of my basic human quality and had been replaced with this empty void inside of my heart, and a bunch, or billions of souls, screaming at me for forgivingness inside of my mind. Which I can't give to them at all and that is what it is like for me to become an Archdevil.

If you got tired of me talking about how bleak everything is and about how bad or worse everything is here. Then you can try coming down here with me and tell me a positive quality that exist here, because there simply isn't.

“Roar!” The seven ferocious dragon heads and neck that are my tails wrap around me like snakes. They rubbed my face with the horns and scales on their dragon heads in order to cheer me up. But I only felt a little better then back to terrible again, because....

“Thanks, but if you can't shut all the billions of souls in my head up, then I can't ever feel happy about being here.” that is what I had said to them, because of all those tormented souls inside of me, just don't seem to understand when to quit screaming in my head!!

Ohhhhh... how I wanted to shut them all up by punching them all in their immaterial faces.... seriously if one had a baby that scream all night then imagine a billion of that, being mix together with other billions of people voices that are constantly screaming inside of your head!!!

AND THEY ARE STILL DOING IT RIGHT NOW!!!

'HELP!!HELP!!!HELP ME!!!!'

'RELEASE ME!!!'

'LET ME GO BACK HOME!!!!'

'I WANT TO GO BACK TO PARADISE AGAIN!!!!!!!'

'I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!'

“SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! IF YOU ALL DON'T FREAKEN. SHUT. THE. HELL. UP!! THEN I SWEAR.... IN MY DEVILS NAME, THAT I WILL TEAR EVERYONE SINGLE ONE OF YOU OUT OF ME AND BEAT YOU ALL INTO SUBMISSION!!!! NOW. SHUT. THE. HELL. UP. RIGHT. THIS. INSTANT!!!!!! YOU HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS OF RAGING BABOONS INSIDE OF MY HEAD!!!!!!! I MEAN SOULS!!!!!” I scream out so loudly that it produce a gigantic shockwave that blew away my immediate surrounding into the oblivion.

'…..' however after I had said that, they....finally.... shut.... the god-damned up inside of me.... finally peace and quiet in this tainted and filthy world. It was better then nothing compares to how terrible it was before.

“Now let's start finding a way to get out of here.” She said as she continues to walk in the middle of absolute nowhere, in this ever expandingly vast wasteland. Her seven dragon headed tails hovered behind her without making a sound and kept on the lookout to spot out any enemy nearby. While she just continues to walk aimlessly in this wasteland.

She knows that there is no way for her to leave here, like what was said inside of the book she is holding. But she could not help, but keep this delusional hope inside of her if she wants to keep her sanity intact after what she had been through and not become a destroyer of existence like what she is supposed to be now.

She only want to return to her paradise, her abode that she had built, with libraries of dreams that are fill by her hard work for years. So she want to return at all cost, all in order to read her unfinished fantasy book... because that is all that she had left to live for..... every single thing in the world that care or had loved her before perished and was burned into ashes long ago, now all that is left are her books.... they are all that is left to her meaning of existence.

Even, when she became an Archdevil and had billions, upon billions of souls, embedded into her mind and body. She did not give up this delusional hope.

So she kept walking, and walking in this vast wasteland.....until she met her first enemy.

From the time that she had fallen into the Abyss, she had met the creature that is call [The Diablos] in the [Recordum Damnatorum] that is in her hands.

Still radiating its aura full of malice, like it is mocking her and her effort of trying to escape from the impossible.....