Meeting With Goddesss
He turned slowly toward the sound, breath tight in his chest.
tic…
tok…
The sound hit again — soft, deliberate. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't clumsy. It carried intention.
The footsteps grew clearer.
Someone… something… was approaching.
Victor exhaled once, shaky at first, then forced steady. His silver hair fell loosely across his brow, pale lashes flickering as he narrowed his blue eyes.
"…Oh my my. Looks like finally someone is coming."
The voice wasn't his.
It flowed through the hall like silk brushed over glass — melodic, amused, warm. And the instant it touched his ears, his spine stiffened like a drawn blade.
tic… tok…
The sound of heels kissed the cold marble floor.
Victor's eyes lifted instinctively.
The grand staircase at the far end of the hall began to glow.
Chandeliers — dozens of them — ignited at once.
Gold. White. Blue.
Light flooded outward in ripples, washing away shadow, awakening every carved pillar, every gilded line. For a single suspended second, his heartbeat stopped.
Someone was descending.
A figure stepped into the light.
She looked unreal.
White porcelain skin — almost luminous, as if she had been carved from moonlight itself. She stood tall, elegant, her presence steady, unhurried.
Her hair.
Long. Flowing. Silver-blonde — liquid silk slipping down her back, catching fragments of chandelier fire. Half of it was braided and pinned high in a celestial twist, the rest loose like a cascading river. Forge-iron hairpins shaped like three-pointed stars held her braid in place.
Her eyes met him.
Soft rose-gold.
Not cold. Not fierce.
Calm. Warm. Alive.
Her body moved like a masterpiece.
E-cup curves — full, natural, elegant. They shifted subtly with every step she took, soft and undeniable. Her waist was slender, sculpted smooth like a statue shaped by divine hands. Her hips and thighs were generous, smooth, and softly maternal rather than vulgar — a quiet, powerful femininity that didn't beg for attention but commanded it.
She wore a glowing silk forge-robe — white, trimmed with gold. Slit sleeves revealed her arms like living marble. A silk wrap crossed over her chest, hugging her figure, emphasizing the gentle, slow rise and fall of her breath.
She smiled.
And that smile ruined him.
Victor's thoughts collapsed into noise.
Is she… real?
Forge Goddess…?
His gaze betrayed him before his pride could save him.
His eyes slid downward.
Her chest moved subtly as she descended — soft, natural sway with every step.
His throat tightened.
His heartbeat turned savage.
And then —
His mind betrayed him.
What would they feel like?
The thought bloomed without permission.
Soft? Warm? Heavy in my hands?
Another thought followed immediately.
What if I squeezed them? Would she gasp? Slap me? Kill me?
Heat crawled across his face.
His ears burned crimson.
His imagination spiraled wildly — skin, softness, warmth, the quiet, dangerous intimacy of touch.
Then —
A soft laugh.
"Ha… ha… ha… my, my, my…"
Her voice wrapped around him from just in front.
He blinked.
She was suddenly close.
Her steps had finished without him noticing.
"Mr. Stranger," she murmured playfully, head tilting slightly, smile deepening, "don't you think it's rude to stare at a woman like that?"
Her eyes narrowed faintly.
"…Or when the woman happens to be a goddess?"
Reality slammed back into his bones.
Victor stiffened violently.
He shook, physically. Like a man waking from a dangerous dream.
His eyes widened.
Idiot.
What are you doing?
He swallowed hard.
"A-ah— U-uhm— I—"
His teeth clacked. Tongue hit the roof of his mouth.
He bit it lightly by accident.
Pain grounded him.
He moved fast.
He bowed.
Deep.
"Forgive me, Goddess!" he said sharply, voice shaking. "I didn't intend — it was a mistake — please forgive me!"
His silver hair slid forward, obscuring his face as he stayed bowed.
Inside, panic ripped through him.
You fool…
If she gets offended…
No Arsenal… No bond…
She might kill you for your audacity…
He clenched his fists.
Just then…
A scent.
Soft jasmine.
It invaded his senses like a warm breeze at night.
He inhaled without meaning to.
Then —
Her voice.
Right by his ear.
"Oh my my… it's okay, boy. I was only teasing."
Her breath brushed his skin.
"Now… rise your head."
Slowly, he lifted his gaze.
Her face was closer now.
Perfect features — soft eyes, gentle lashes, smooth cheeks kissed by warm light. Her lips held a faint curve of mischief.
Her neck was slender, luminous.
His traitorous eyes betrayed him again.
They travelled downward.
Again.
They stopped.
Again.
Her chest.
And they stuck there.
She saw it.
Of course she did.
Her smile grew.
"Againnnn?"
The teasing note stretched like silk.
He snapped back to reality violently.
He shook his head.
"I-I'm sorry! Goddess! It's my stupid eyes!" he blurted out, frustrated at himself.
She chuckled softly.
"It's fine."
Then her smile thinned just slightly.
"You know… boy… it's the first time someone has dared such audacity."
Her presence deepened.
Before, gods… demons… even dragons…"
Her eyes shimmered.
"No one dared look at me like that."
Light shifted.
Her shadow stretched unnaturally behind her for just a breath.
"If they did… they lost my goodwill."
Her gaze sharpened.
"And I killed them in fury."
Victor froze.
His breath hitched.
Every nerve screamed.
But then—
She soft laughed again.
"And yet… I let you live."
Her eyes softened.
"You know why?"
She leaned slightly closer.
"You and I…" she murmured, eyes drifting to his hair, "…we share the same hint of silver."
Her voice softened with real amusement.
"Hmm."
His heart jumped.
"Th-thank you, Goddess," he said quickly, voice sincere and shaken.
She smiled again.
And suddenly…
He remembered.
Ah.
He straightened sharply.
"Ah! I— I apologize for delaying my introduction."
He placed a hand over his chest.
"My name is Victor Nyxford."
She nodded slowly.
"Mm… it's fine. You may rise."
Her voice regained elegance.
"I am the Goddess of Forge."
She lifted her chin slightly.
"Yua."
Victor's head dipped instinctively.
"It's my pleasure to meet you, Goddess Yua."
Her smile became warm.
"Just call me Yua."
His brain short-circuited.
"Y-you…"
He swallowed.
"…Yua."
She nodded, pleased.
Her tone shifted — light, curious.
"So…"
She folded her hands softly in front of her waist.
"Tell me, Victor…"
Her rose-gold eyes locked onto his soul.
"Why are you here?"
A beat.
Her gaze sharpened slightly.
"And most importantly…"
Her lips curved.
"How did you come here?"