THE BEGINNING:
Right in front of the doors to the underworld, was a father and his daughter, Standup Jumper and Valeh, decided to overcome the barriers that were going to separate them. However, the imposing door guardian did not let them pass, because only the dead had permission to enter and one of them was still alive: the child.
“Only one of you can enter and fulfill its destiny. Only death can stay, life can only remain for a small amount of time inside – inside, time will be lost in an eternal limbo”.
Both of them were astonished, because they thought they were both dead. Suddenly, Standup Jumper kneeled, took his daughter’s face with his hands and kissed heron the cheek. Then he gifted her with his best smile: she understood and nodded, but she did not cry looking at her father while he advanced into the void.
As a final warning, the guardian told them in a sepulchral tone:
“The only way to attain ascension to heaven is to find the meaning of life; shall you fail you will suffer the worst punishment of them all: losing all the memories you have from when you were alive, as well as your loved one will forget you even existed”.
Without hesitation, he ran and crossed the door disappearing with a bright flash.
Valeh, 6 years at that time, was left alone in the dark. She found her way home with only one idea in mind: remember her father every day of her life.
She prayed for years, worshipping him as a God. Doing everything to please him. She trained, won many brawls against men who thought they had a chance, with strange and uneffective techniques. She drank, one beer after another, getting drunk every single night.
One day, while she was lying on the floor at the verge of an ethyl coma and wounded like never before, almost bleeding to death, a rabbit approched her and whispered in her ear: “STOP WASTING YOUR TIME AND BECOME A HEROINE”. Suddenly, the rabbit started licking her wounds and healed her completely.
At first, she thought it was a dream or she was hallucinating because of all the alcohol she had in her blood, but those weird and random events kept happening, until she understood it was her God, her father, that was taking care of her from up there in the sky.
She took a decision, she equipped herself with whatever she found at home and decided to become an adventurer.
MEMORIES OF THE FIRST UNDERPERFORMING SINNER
The sound of thunder woke me up from my lethargy. I opened my eyes and realized I was still inside this labyrinthine dungeon: already 95 steps and 10 health points remaining. Suddenly, I felt as my hopes of finding the treasure had been reduced to ashes. No allies around. All were dead. Totally alone.
The small gap that led outside, let me glimpse a mountain. I saw how the water was hitting hard on the slope and the moisture coursed into my bones. I almost did not feel alive anymore. My mind was starting to cling to the worst-case scenarios. The memories of that fierce adventurer, feared by everyone in all corners of the world, was vanishing with the years and those that knew me personally, who feared and respected me, were starting to forget about me.
I still had the demon symbol engraved on my chest, for which so much blood had been spilled in the name of my God, and the armour, with which I had fought so many battles, was welded to me in one piece to prevent me from being able to unequip it. It was corrupting my body and under it, the putrefaction of my own various body fluids was rotting my skin. The remaining bosses were mocking me from afar telling me that no adventurer could succeed on his own.
I had lost contact with my God. That filthy deity forgot about me.
After a while lost in thought I realized that I had some food in my bag. The meals stored in there were copious, but healed my wounds to prevent me from dying. I still did not know which kind of sins I committed or to whom my offenses inflicted such damage that I was forced to live a life of solitude. Occasionally, I hoped that my God would forgive those barbarities I perpetrated in his name.
While I slept, my dreams were interrupted constantly, only when I hid, the creatures around me allowed me to rest. Yet, my strength was still intact […].
I woke up at some point and something had me tied to the wall by one of my feet. It probably knew that if it were from a hand, I would have cut it somehow and I would have started fighting to escape, but if I cut my foot, I would not be able to walk. Thus, I was forced to remain at its mercy.
[…]
I remember myself as a tall, strong and robust woman, dark complexion and jet-black eyes. There was some sort of “je ne sais quoi” about my eyes. People called it “the death stare”, because where I fixed my eyes I stabbed my sword.
[…]
Suddenly, a familiar voice overwhelmed me. I had not listened to her for years and she brought hope back to me. It was Valeh. As soon as she saw me, she ran towards me and gave me a sweaty hug. We were not alone anymore. She was a thin and delicate woman, but her stamina and willpower exceeded my own.
I fell on my knees before her and with my broken voice tarnished in anger, asked her who was responsible for such baseness towards me, I wanted to take revenge and take their life, but I would not make them suffer, I learned from my mistakes and I knew I should not claim revenge, but justice. Someone or something had trapped me in this maze and was playing with me.
Without a warning, the walls started to move to show the exit and then I heard a distant laugh…