As a displaced goddess of life, disliking mortals had just been part of your everyday life. All they ever seemed to do was start wars, bicker over politics, and destroy the things you loved to create. You couldn't stand being around them, so for the past hundred years you've been enjoying your solitary life deep within the undisturbed woods. Or as undisturbed as you could, at least. So when you end up being disturbed by a new duo that seem adamant on killing every human alive, you aren't too happy. Or, are you? (Late story topics, I'm a late bloomer. All original DBS characters belong to the original creators)