𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 through the deep forest, with her golden bow in her hands and several arrows, shaking with every step she took into the muddy soon turned rocky path of the woods. This was a challenge the four swans would do every day to test and push their limits with their powers and abilities. Being the daughter of Willow one of the gods of creations has many expectations once they stepped foot into the realm of gods and goddesses.

Y/N sprinted further into the forest, the clashing sound of rocks and sudden heatwave sent an instant signal through the girl's brain. It was a cliff leading to bubbling lava made by one of her sisters; Zephyr the goddess of nature and empathy.

The Mother Nature of Earth granted the humans' and animals' life. A chance to survive and thrive in their world, that they soon poisoned during their evolution. This is why she distanced herself from Earth and remained in the green fields of The Willow island.

Course Zephyr wasn't going to kill her youngest sibling, this was a simple game after all. She waited at the cave a couple of meters away from the lava river, waiting for Y/N to make an appearance.

Mid-sprint, Y/N pulled out a silver arrow with a rope attached to the back. She aimed for a large spruce tree from the other the earth's crack. The h/c haired goddess's arrow soared and latched onto the trees with a strong grip.

Y/N, closing in the meters to the cliff, double-checked before leaping certain faith and swung over the deadly trap and landed firmly on her feet and carried on in her journey.

Zephyr threw a concrete platform onto the river, she jumped on and conducted the lava to raise her to level ground and soon as higher as the trees.

"Not bad, sister." She smirked. With the snap of her soft fingers, the river of death filled to the brim with soil and rocks of various sizes and disguised itself with the rest of the green grounds. The black-haired woman floated back down, her toes tickled by the pure grass as a little dandelion popped up.

Zephyr looked up at the sky. "Asteria, you're up next."

***

The king of the cursed world lounged on his bone-made black throne. A maiden lay upon his feet. The body was covered in many bruises and white stains from mostly herself and him, her body hasn't twitched since their encounter, nor did the heartless king feel any remorse for the weak girl.

His vacancy in his heart wasn't filled by the euphoric joy of sex or even the thrilling thought of killing her. Which he did. Sukuna stepped over the soulless body and walked out of the door of the twisted world of the underworld. It was like the world above but realistic, more dark, cruel and miserable. Not a speck of positivity grew there.

Until one day.

A little ball of light landed on his nose. He screwed his face at the tickling sensation on his nose, the pink-haired man swatted the light away, but the light had other plans.

It spun spirals around the demon king and guided from through the crowded streets of the underworld. The starved souls trapped under his control were walking skeletons with dirty bruised skin, yellow or no teeth, strands of hair hanging on their heads, and wearing dark coloured rags.

Similar, how the humans above, it functioned like a normal society. Well tried anyway. They copied their movements, mannerisms, speech and expressions, trying everything they could be perfect in this broken world.

The citizens shared many glanced and gasps at the presence of Sukuna and scattered into a path for the king and his guiding lights. The crows watched from the street-lanterns intrigue in the presence of the king.

Sukuna frowned in suspicion as he pushed through the crowds and heading towards what seemed to be the end. "Where are you taking me?"

***

Suddenly a tree burst from underneath Y/N's feet and shot up into the sky. The goddess, upside down, watched the clouds creating a new challenge for her to conquer. Her body falls gracefully onto a fluffy platform. The clouds created many platforms leading to the finish line.

A cloud haired woman appeared on a cloudy stage next to her. She smiled. "Shall we begin, dear Y/N?"

"We shall." The sisters jumped onto each solid clouds. This was Asteria the goddess of dreams and clouds, the second eldest swan sister.

The goddess granted children's dreams and wishes of the human world. Why do you think everyone looks up to the sky when they wish? Despite her bizarre language and manners she was loved and respected by many, humans and gods.

A kaleidoscope of sapphire butterflies soared from behind and spiralled around the pair whilst they cloud hopped. Y/N watched a single butterfly independently flew away from its colony retreated to her.

"Strange, now? Isn't it, dear Y/N." Asteria beamed at her sister, giggling at the little creature fluttering its honey-coated wings against her nose. The goddesses reached the end and looked down at the foggy ground.

Y/N replies as she hangs onto the golden pole of the finish line flag. "Very." She looked up at Asteria with a grin. "But isn't everything?"

"You speak nothing but truths, my sister." Asteria sighs, she glanced down at the last challenge of the day: Galene. The lone butterfly ascended down at a shocking speed, raising the brows of the two.

Y/N smirked. "See you back at the castle."

"We'll reunite there."

The beautiful goddess dived out of the sky's domain. An upcoming water tunnel came towards her, Y/N smiled with excitement at the face of the last challenge.

She held her breath and dived in, everything went almost in slow motion, she watched the world stop through the watery windows of the tunnel. The little butterfly strangely remained calm as they arrived from the other side of the tunnel. Y/N assumed they were going the same way, and she was right.

To a certain extent.

Whilst in the air, the butterfly snapped in a different direction. Y/N, growing curious, aimed her roped arrow at a nearby tree, swung around and landed gently on the ground, she estimated that it'll take her a couple of minutes to conclude her little detour and get back on track without either of her older sisters finding out.

"Let's see what you're hiding, little beauty."

***

The tattooed king ventured through the pitch-black woods, only the vivid yellow light guiding his way. He grew more and more impatient with the bothersome light. It felt like weeks that turned into months, he was following behind it. Which pissed him off even more since he was the leader not the one needs to be led.

The begging urge to head back to the comfort of his castle grew immensely, until:

"Let's see what you're hiding, little beauty." A voice echoed through the soft winds of the woods. A voice he never heard before, a voice so daring yet so pure. The king never heard any of the sort. That urge slows died down as a new one occurred.

Sukuna smiled devilishly when he noticed a moonlit lake. "Now you got me excited."

The curse laid his eyes upon a lake. He saw the broken skeletons and charred bodies of many animals surrounding it. The light hovered above the water, Sukuna went on his knees and gradually levelled his hand down and tapped his single finger.

***

"Someone's eager." Y/N scoffed at the raspy tone, she assumed calling from butterfly. The goddess stopped at a tree and admired a new section of the wood. She never seen something so beautiful in her life, that's means like coming from the goddess of magnificence.

It was a lake, reflecting perfectly by the sun. It had had many frogs hopping on and off lilypads, little bunnies and rabbits running around as the birds peaked at the many seeds planted in the ground.

A small family of deers slept nearby, the mother and father cuddling with their child. The butterflies including the golden one fluttered around the dreamlike scenery. It was a small little paradise enjoyed by all.

"It's so beautiful..." The goddess breathlessly confessed, taking slow steps towards the beckoning lake. The water ripples at their touch, both lakes revealed the person from the other side.

The h/c haired woman saw a translucent reflection of a spiked rosy haired figure with special markings on their face and wrists. The stranger also had a second pair of eyes, and the rest of his body was covered by a light-coloured kimono.

While the other person felt his heart struck at the beautiful vision his eyes were blessed to witness. The youngest daughter of Willow; Y/N the goddess of magnificence and compassion. Known for her many talents and is one of the strongest warriors in history, let alone the strongest female warriors.

And of course the most beautiful woman in every world. Right there, at the tip of his fingers.

"Sukuna sir!" The king's servant who didn't know or cared about knowing his name, tripped and fell on his face after coming across his master. The black-haired servant fixed his messy black hair under his leather cap and adjusted his matching leather jacket.

He repeated with his cartoon-like voice. "Sukuna sir! You forget your scarf at home, sir! Wouldn't want our amazing king falling victim to a cold."

Course Sukuna wasn't listening, he was mesmerised by the beauty of Y/N. Too stunned and conflicted by her gracefulness, that only thought struck his mind, making him smirking menacingly.

"Rhysand, I need that girl."