Half a lifetimes worth of memories from a beautiful and gifted woman surged into me.
Born into a wealthy family, loved by kind parents, the young girl was brought up like a princess.
After receiving the trial of the gods, she wandered the forest and repeated the cycle of life and death over and over, united the demon tribes and became the Demon Lord, then sealed herself within the deep valley.
Her great pain and suffering became my own experience and engraved itself upon my heart.
I turned my head to find a blank white space with a woman with fiery red hair and tears streaming down her face.
“Your life was also full of hardships I see”
Her appearance was that of her mid twenties but her way of speaking was that of a young girl.
“Well I do have experience dying but it’s nothing compared to you Hera”
There was a time in her memories, back when she was human, where she was called that.
“I’ve already discarded that name so I would like it if you could call me by something else”
Wearing nothing but my robe, she wrapped her arms around my neck and shut her red, well proportioned eyes.