The ballroom was magnificent, decorated in fine gold every inch of the palace. A ball was to be held to celebrate the victory of Ram seeking advantage over Zofia. Emperor Rudolph made sure to invite the Duma empire to forge closer ties.

Berkut looked over the ballroom, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "The Duma empire. Such damnable witches can burn in the fires of Hell!"

"Oh, but we don't have our souls anymore."

Berkut immediately turned around, his hands gripping the railing behind for support. A woman about the same age as him walked over to his right side. Her dress was blood red, to signify she was a witch of the Duma empire. It revealed a huge amount of her assets and created a deep V shape in the back. Berkut thought if she weren't a witch he could have killed her easily with a knife.

"My name is (Y/N), as what Duma has told me himself."

"Wait," Berkut reeled back, looking at her closer. "You're telling me Duma himself has talked to you." He scoffed, biting back a barking laughter. (Y/N) looked to him at him, annoyed. "You're a witch! A lifeless vessel to a power anyone can easily achieve!"

(Y/N) only stared at him before he stopped his laughing fit. She giggled, resting her hand on top of his. Berkut snarled at the touch and quickly retracted. "How dare you touch me! A dead woman as you have no right to be touching royalty such as myself!"

"Oh, but I am."

A moment of silence passed between them because Berkut finally saw the ring resting on her finger. It was a ring of royal status in the Rem empire. He felt his teeth-baring into a deep snarl, one of absolute anger. "Who in the Gods name are you?"

"I am (Y/N), daughter of the God Duma himself." She flipped her hair to the other side, giving him a vexing smirk. "A demigod in other words. It's why I have the powers of a witch, but still have control of myself."

Berkut reached for the dagger he kept at his left side, but she uses some sort of spell to hold it in place. His blood pressure begins to rise, a vain appearing at the left side of his forehead. "Damn witch! Your filthy Duma blood isn't welcomed here!"

"Oh? Then what are you going to do about it? Complain to your uncle while your honor slowly declines into despair?" Her laugh echoes softly in the chambers around them. "You're a pathetic excuse for a prince, Berkut."

Berkut's anger halted at the sound of his title. He didn't remember ever giving this woman his name to begin. "Who do you know who I am? I thought the Duma empire is an uneducated group of a worthless cult group."

(Y/N)'s smile turned into a frown, and the magic she used to halt Berkut's hand; she suddenly had control. His hand whipped out the dagger and turned towards its owner. The blade kissed his neck, a single trail of blood falling down and curving around his Adam's apple. This was all a game to her until she realized he didn't recognize her in the slightest. 

She processes to press her body against him, her breast touching his own chest. Berkut's leg shivered in slight excitement. He cursed his weak manhood to be falling over this witch. "Damn you woman, what do you want from me?"

The next action she took to put him in a complete shock. She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck with gentle ease, and pressed her lips against his. It was such a tender embrace Berkut stubbled backward, his back hitting the rail. He almost lost his balance, but she used her spell to lock his lower body in place.

Deep down inside, Berkut was loving the kiss. He moaned and dropped the dagger, he bought her closer to him. A hunger of passion overwhelmed him as kissed her harder, making the witch moan with pleasure. His mind was filled with making her his own, claiming every inch and picture of her body. 

(Y/N) pulled away first, breathing heavily with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Don't you remember me now, Berkut?" 

Berkut's mind snapped into place, he pushed the girl away with a snarl large enough to be considered a smile. "I don't know who the Hell you are!" He panted heavily, fighting the immense rage building up inside him. "If you want to still be alive, take your lies out of my palace! I will become king and banish the Duma empire in one night! Your god will be vanquished as I will be the God of this land!"

She breathed out a sigh, a short and sweet one. Her (e/c) became clouded with sadness. "I shouldn't be surprised. After all these years, I knew I wouldn't become a prism of memory inside you."

Without another word, she turned and left through the dark hallway she appeared from. Berkut stared at the entrance. Thinking about her words. He didn't remember her in the slightest. He didn't let the encounter ruin his night, and so, he went down the left hallway. He was drifted in his mind when a figure bumped into him.

He turned to see a beautiful young woman, with long straight violet hair and kind eyes shining in the darkness. Her name was Rinea and would become the light in his life.