#// smh smh beerus you can't just make assumptions like that they don't even look alike

[beforecreation]

This was most unexpected. His assumptions were that there were no more than the three types of people he had spotted in his earlier venture: servants, husbands, and hooded figures that kept to themselves. This little girl had fit none of those descriptors by looks alone, and certainly behaved much unlike any human child he had seen before. Messy and unsavory, she has the gall to drool all over the place, disrupting his current activity of reading as his eyes adjust to meet his latest visitor. A frown firmly across his face, he shuts the current book and sets it aside, he did not spend hours navigating the halls of this wretched kingdom and gathering snippets of information for a nosy child to interrupt him.

But she spoke unlike any ordinary child, she spoke as if she were a predator, waiting to strike and gobble him up with those sharp teeth of hers. A confusing and visceral thought, one he did not care to wonder about how she would go about doing such a thing. Whether or not this child merely trying to scare him, or disgust him, he realizes that her loyalty laid with the avaricious queen given her speech about catching betrayers.

However, the thought of someone so young and small supposedly being put in charge of punishing the malcontent causes him to snicker briefly. He couldn't help it, for all his years alive, he could never take the words of the youth as a serious threat, even if the world he now occupied was far different than his own. If she truly was a predator of some kind, there would be no fear for her to feast upon by threatening him.

"You must be joking." He utters without a thought, sarcasm as dry as it can be slipping from his lips. "Save both of us some time, and spare me your threats."

With that, his ashen eyes are taken off this mysterious, messy brat, and grabs a tome to study the language of. To think, she proclaims herself some kind of enforcer to be weary of. how laughable, how pitiable for someone so delusional to think that they possess power over him. Delusional... just as the woman who started this whole mess to begin with. His eyes shift back to the girl who had yet to leave his side, and with a sigh, he forces a smile upon his face once more.

"Why... don't you worry, little one. My interest is purely so that I may admire her more. She is woefully closed off after all, my heart simply... cannot handle it. I fear for our connection, should she keep this wall between us."

Nothing but lies have been spewed, but if this child was the daughter of the queen as he suspected, then his attitude would surely be reported back at some point. If not now, then at some point in the near future to be sure. This facade of a lovestruck and hopeless fool was important to keep up, regardless of how much he had to bite his tongue. Patience was an essential tool, and even though the destroyer's moods had been subjected to swinging around on even minor provocation, exerting control over himself was of the utmost importance.

This wasn't a situation he could simply wield his power around without consequences.

"And to answer your earlier questions, you are correct in that I am no beast. I am divine in nature."

He supposed that hanging onto his identity as a god posed no harm. The ever insatiable queen had stated her refusal to acknowledge him as such, but that meant nothing to Beerus himself. He knew who he was, and no one would take that away from him. Especially not his supposed partner to be.

But perhaps the current situation wasn't all bad. If he may gain a repertoire with this child of hers, perhaps her assumed mother may give even more leeway to appease the desires of her spawn. Engaging with someone who had in no uncertain terms voiced a voracious desire towards him did not appeal in the slightest, but if things may turn in his favor, he would have try to grasp any opportunity that presented itself to him. If nothing else, he hoped to gather the basics from her.

"And now that I've answered one of your questions, why don't you answer one of mine? You and your queen, what are your names?"

Something felt off, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at an intrusion. Someone had slipped into the library, an unwelcome presence that had somehow navigated the labyrinthine depths of this vast sanctuary. The library itself was a sprawling expanse, far larger than it had any right to be, housing countless volumes from every corner of the globe. Some books contained mere whispers of knowledge, while others held captivating tales of the cult's origins and the immense power contained within their pages.

Here, too, lay the entire documented history of every nation the cult had laid waste to, alongside the names of every victim they had claimed—those they had slain, those they had enslaved, and those they had resurrected as soulless soldiers for their dark army. This place was a stronghold for the cult, ruled by power, yet brimming with secrets. 

As he settled into his chair, ready to delve into another tome, an unsettling awareness crept into the room, as if something unseen was observing him.

She could already taste his essence, a tantalizing hunger stirring within her as she yearned to consume such a being. Yet, the rules were clear: husbands were off-limits. They were not to be touched, not to be taken, and nothing could be done to them unless the command was given, releasing them from their titles and allowing them to be devoured or toyed with. As he lifted his gaze from the pages, he caught sight of her—a girl, a child, perched on the table beside him. Her golden hair cascaded down, spilling over the edge like a waterfall, and in an instant, her head snapped up, locking eyes with him.

“Now here is a presence unlike anything I have ever encountered loomed before him. What are you?” A formidable beast, a force of nature that she couldn't recall summoning. “You radiate the essence of a great disaster, yet you are not one of my three beasts.”

The girl grinned, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, glinting like daggers in the light. With a predatory gaze, she rose and glided toward him, her elegant white dress flowing around her. Her small, bare feet made a soft tapping sound against the table as she approached, stopping just inches away, looking down at him with an insatiable hunger. Drool dripped from the corners of her lips, splattering onto the pages of his book. Though she couldn't devour him whole, she yearned to consume his name. If she could feast on his name, she could savor his memories, transforming him into the perfect partner—docile and uncomplicated, another one of the foolish ones who followed her every whim. 

She had done it before, and she could do it again. This one was a delicacy meant for someone of her caliber, and the thought of having him sent shivers of delight through her. She fought against the overwhelming urge to leap upon him, to sink her fangs into his skull and devour his name, or at the very least, some of his memories, erasing them from existence.

“You’re not the first to wander into this place, and you certainly won’t be the last. If you think you’ll uncover something valuable here, you’re sorely mistaken. Just like those who came before you, searching for treasures or secrets, you’ll find nothing but the insatiable hunger of Greed. I’ve devoured all who try to betray one of us, and I won’t hesitate to feast on you too if you dare to threaten them, especially before the wedding day. Keeping them content is the key to keeping everything in motion. “

She stood there, they were all part of the same insidious cult, with Greed reigning supreme. It was far wiser to align with them than to oppose them. She played her part, hoping for the scraps that might fall from their table, for that was the essence of her existence. In this wild world, a wealth of food was everything; the more you possessed, the more fulfilled you felt. It was a love affair with abundance—an insatiable craving for flesh, for meat, for names, for memories, and for souls. She could never get enough.

“You’re squandering your time. By the end of the week, you’ll be wed, and if you dare to act against her, she’ll either end you or mark you as prey. When that happens, you’ll be trapped in her with me, and I’ll relish the thought of devouring you alive.”