The Legend of the Flower Demon Lord

BOOK 3: Chapter Four - A Goddess of Spring Descends

Book Three

Chapter Four – A Goddess of Spring Descends to Grace the Eyes of Mortals

The sun began to set as Ellie and Tristan arrived at a quite busy city. He smiles down at her, as innocent as always, "Shall we spend the night here? Camping would be far too rough for a princess, after all."

Camping is never tough with my magic...Ellie thinks with a wry smile but nods anyway.

As they approach the city, they realize it is no ordinary one. The architecture and themes are all over the place.

One area is as dark as can be, all buildings pitch black and gothic looking, almost as if haunted. Others are painted in bright gold, sparkling with the last rays of the sun. Others are pure white, some areas extremely colorful with spring colors, and others so red, you would think the buildings were on fire. It was as if invisible lines divided the city, and within each boundary, they had decided to decorate things in the same way.

Even the way people dressed was similar within the confines of each area. Only the plaza standing amidst all these "neighborhoods" had a mix of people, their extremely different fashions clashing and mixing with each other. In fact, people here seemed to be waytoo into fashion. No one was dressed ordinarily.

Standing amidst said plaza, the two search for a comfortable inn, taking in the weird sights.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Ellie suddenly hears an extremely loud scream. She looks before her to find a strangely dressed woman, holding her hands together as she gazes at Ellie with mesmerized eyes. Her dress has many layers of smooth fabric in a soft pastel blue color. Jewels adorn the dress, as well as the tall top hat on her head, covering her head of flowy brown hair that is decorated with various colored flowers.

As she gazes at Ellie, as if overwhelmed with emotion, she falls to her knees, "That skin as smooth as marble, those lips that bloom like a newly blossomed flower, that hair that sparkles and flows like the softest silk...And those features! So delicate and perfect that they cannot possibly be real! There is no mistake! You are the goddess of spring, aren't you?! There is no Ciel for a minor goddess, after all!"

"...Just what is going on?" Ellie turns towards Tristan, asking in a deadpan voice.

He gives a carefree laugh, "I think someone mistook you for a goddess? Hahaha!"

"Please...!" The woman suddenly closes the distance, her hands reaching to take Ellie's in hers, a pleading gesture. Yet, right before they touch, she dramatically pulls back. "Oh, no! what am I doing?" She cups her cheek, "How could I touch the ephemeral beauty that is the goddess of spring? How improper of me!"

"..."

"Ah..." The woman's gaze returns upon Ellie, and she sighs delightedly, almost as if melting. "It's really you, isn't it? My muse..." She is practically drooling at this point.

While pointing at the woman, Ellie turns to Tristan expressionlessly, "Just what is this?"

Laughing carelessly, as he had been doing this whole time, he says, "I think this is what they call 'a crazy woman'!" He shows no indication of helping, simply watching on, amused.

"Goddess!" She calls back their attention. "Please!" She is on her knees once more, head slamming against the ground time and time again as she bows deeply, "Please, goddess! Please! Grant me my wish! Please!"

"...What?" Ellie takes a step back, looking slightly...disgusted.

The woman swiftly looks up, blood dripping from her forehead and eyes sparkling with expectation, "Please give me your body!"