The True Ruler, Rayven

Little Vixen

She has left as quickly as she came, the mysterious beauty I met today cooling her feet off in the pond. When I got the alert from my lava spirits that there is a strange looking intruder on my grounds, I fully expected to come across a monster. Imagine my surprise it looks to be a human woman a beautiful one at that. Vague couldn’t help himself trying to get a closer peak, he was stuck in a trance looking at her. Her perfect curly long brown hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her tone but slender body relaxing as she stretches her body out leaning back enjoying the heat of the fire. Most people would be screaming in agony; I wonder why the flames are not bothering her. To be able to step foot in my domain unscathed is a feat of its own but for the heat and flames of the underworld to not seem to affect her soft beautiful skin leaves me even more curious.

Vague steps on a twig and she gets up ready to fight from her stance she looks rather skilled as well. She starts yelling and taunting at us to come out and we are both amused and turned on by her feistiness. Most women down here in the underworld are very delicate or at least portray themselves to be. The goddesses teach their daughters how to please the people who worship them and how to please the god they serve. Seeing this tiny human woman full of fire is a refreshing experience.

I ask the beauty for her name and she refuses and asks for mine and where she is. I laugh fully amused by the little vixen, she doesn’t seem to be affected by my aura. Which only makes me more curious about her. Normally, which this doesn’t happen often, trespassers IF they get this far they answer my questions any hint of refusal or attitude is dealt with swiftly. Most know not to cross me, all the gods and goddesses know my tolerance for stupidity and bullshit are quite low. I hear the rumors about me being hot headed and quick to anger. They don’t bother me one bit, Me and my father never agreed with the other gods or goddesses on anything. It’s too much corruption within the underworld, most of the gods/goddesses that are being worshipped are corrupted one way or the other. My attention is pulled back to the beauty in front of me.

I ask her for her name and she still is hesitant; I can see the wheels turning in her brain she has her guard up I wonder if shes running from someone. I wonder if she knows she’s very easy to read, it’s almost like you can hear the thoughts rambling around in that beautiful head. The vixen finally tells me her name, Rayven. I repeat it immediately out loud savoring the taste on my tongue.

She asks me again for my name and where she is gesturing to everything around her like we are speaking different languages. I don’t know why, but I decide to humor her she’s amusing us and it’s been a long time since a woman has captivated my attention. I tell her my name and that she is in the underworld. She starts laughing, like really hard, the sound is angelic damn near like music to my ears, seeing her laugh really hard clutching at her side is making me start to laugh. I am normally reserved but for some reason she feels very familiar to me like we met before in a past life.

As she calms down, she asks me to be serious and I look at her like she just grew an extra head maybe it’s because I laughed with her, I just got happy seeing her happy is all, why I don’t know. Or maybe she hit her head when she showed up here and she’s delirious or concussed. I tell her again that this is the lava region of the underworld and in fact my domain. I’m quite proud of how well the land and all of its spirits are thriving.

I took over from my father 4 years ago as God of Fire/Lava, or as often as the souls refer to us down here Overlord of Fire/Lava, as it was his time to retire the old man did his job wonderfully for years so it was only right, he pass the title down to his only child me. I sealed my region off to the other gods and goddesses, because someone was taking the spirits and sending them to the mortal world to wreak havoc about a year a half ago. Whoever did it took them let them loose, when which is another reason why this vixen is interesting, she should be affected but she’s not. The other gods and goddesses find it to be too hot to appear in my region even they feel their flesh searing away from their ethereal bodies in my domain but here this tiny vixen is nothing burning on her but the fire in those sparkling forest green eyes.

Rayven states something about her hair and then sprints over to the pond to check her reflection, I don’t know what for she’s perfect. A faint blush spreads across her freckled cheeks and button nose, she’s adorable. She seems to believe me about this being the underworld but then sarcastically asks if I’m the grim reaper, and if she’s dead. I throw my head back in laughter. This tiny human is funny, she amuses me. Vague tells me and I agree with him 100%. I look at Rayven and she definitely doesn’t look like the souls that are wondering around in the soul district, they still look like they did when they were alive but they have a light blue kind of translucent aura to them. Not like see through, or ghostly with humans being children of the light what you see is their light energy. I grab her delicate hand, she tries to snatch it from my grasp, but I hold her steady and place it on my heart waiting for her reaction to my heartbeat since she thinks I’m dead. She’s startled but she visibly relaxes feeling my heart, it’s like it calmed her down my touch obviously affecting her.

I explain what I actually do around here, she seems to have this preconceived notion of hell and heaven like most humans do but there is more that goes into the whole soul separating process. I vaguely being up the soul district but I don’t really like the idea of going over there to that evil corrupt place much less alone so I try to leave out as much as possible, the thought of her meeting the God of the underworld puts Vague and I on edge. The man is truly evil all the way to his core, I’ve got the chance to witness his evilness firsthand. Him and my father went at it all the time, my father never wanted to try to take the throne he just never agreed with the corrupt orders he tried to force upon my father. He has tried but failed to do the same to me since I’ve taken over the throne. Just because you’re a God or Goddess that doesn’t automatically make you a good person.

She asks if I will be able to bring her back home like I have a magic door to the mortal world upstairs in the attic. I can’t help but chuckle at her, she clearly doesn’t have a filter and says what comes to mind. It’s nice hearing a woman speak her mind the goddess down here do not dare, although they possess the strength equal to that of a god if not more because they have to bear the pain of childbirth, they are very timid to the Gods. Rayven is refreshing and I’m not quite ready for her to leave me yet I want to get to know more about this little vixen.I tell her I can make a portal to transport her conscious back to her body but I’m going to need something of hers with her essence so I can send her straight back and it would take a minute. So instead of snapping a portal to her body, I snapped it to my personal chambers within the castle.

As soon as she gets through the portal she looks around with amazement and astonishment at my personally decorated private chambers. Nobody is really allowed here but me and a couple of close friends. Even the women I bed have no access to this area, why I decided to let Rayven the little vixen I just met here I don’t know. I continue to tell her all I do here and decide to show her what it is exactly I manage. I figure the way keeps acting and assuming that this realm is pretty much empty explains a lot. If she would have seen everything surrounding her when she was out there she probably would have believed me from the beginning.

I tell her to look through the window outside to where we just were. She gasps and for like 5-6 minutes all you can hear are oo’s and ahh’s like I kid on the trip to the zoo. Suddenly she spins around and clutches onto my arm bouncing like there is a pogo stick under her feet. She’s so beautiful, the way her eyes just gleam straight into your soul. This white patch of hair at the front of her head is unique I haven’t seen anything like it. The freckles littered across her face like a million butterflies came and kissed her when she was a child. Her enthusiasm and curiosity for the different kinds of spirits that are out there was adorable.