Rafaela sat on her throne, gazing into the vision sphere as she watched tiny fairies working, flying, and organizing the first sections of the Fairy Kingdom.
Everything was going well.
Everything… except one thing.
She looked down at her white dress.
—I'm not going out into the world in this wedding dress.
It would look like I ran away from a wedding.
The Valkyries nodded, very serious, although inside they were thinking the same thing.
Then Rafaela stood up, stretched out her wings, and spoke in a determined tone:
—Time to make some clothes.
Serious clothes.
Practical clothes.
Hot clothes.
The guide appeared, floating quietly.
—Divine clothing creation mode activated.
Rafaela smiled.
—Perfect. Let's design.
With a snap, circles of silver runes appeared around her body.
The air grew heavy, as if magic itself were holding its breath.
Rafaela began to speak, shaping the garment with her will:
—I want a bluish black suit, form fitting.
It has to be flexible but durable, like a magical tactical suit.
Nothing that rips at the first movement.
The suit shaped itself like a second skin, adapting to every curve.
White and silver lines began to run down her body, from her neck to her thighs, shining like magic circuits.
The Valkyries were speechless.
—"Queen… that dress…"
—Thank you, I know. I'm fabulous.
—I want a stiff high collar. Something that looks elegant and provides protection.
But soft… like a tiny cape draped over the shoulders.
A black flap with silver edges appeared over her shoulders, moving like fabric but shining like metal.
It gave her an air of authority.
Like a warrior goddess.
—Now, wine red details to match my dangerous vibe.
Double straps appeared on her right arm.
Smaller straps formed on her left thigh.
And a wide, ornamental, gold and wine red belt materialized at her waist, fitting like a piece of divine craftsmanship.
—Dark gloves, up to the forearms.
And black bracelets with blue gems.
Something that says, "I'm magic, but I can also hit you."
The gloves formed, soft and elegant.
The bracelets shimmered, lighting up tiny blue runes.
—The bracelets can store spells, Rafaela.
—Really? Perfect! It stores a beam of light and a shockwave.
Rafaela spun around.
The silver lines shimmered.
The red straps contrasted with the deep black.
The high collar lent her a regal air.
The entire suit seemed like a blend of:
a magical assassin,
an imperial guard,
a combat sorceress,
and an elegant demonic queen.
Rafaela smiled contentedly.
—Now this is style.
Now I really look like a goddess who's not here to play.
The Valkyries knelt.
—"Queen… in that outfit… the world is not ready for you."
Rafaela sighed, looking at her reflection in a glass wall.
—Oh… what can I say?
If I wasn't born to be humble, I'm not going to force myself to be.
At that moment, Lazuli appeared from an aquatic portal.
—"Rafaela… are you ready to go out and explore?"
Rafaela smiled, a dangerous gleam flashing in her silver eyes.
—I'm just finishing up the last details.
The world doesn't know what's coming…
but I'm ready to see it.
Lazuli looked at the suit in amazement.
—"She looks like a… warrior goddess."
—Exactly.
Because that's what I am.
With the suit on, she was ready.
Elegant.
Dark.
Tight fitting.
Lethal.
Rafaela looked at herself in a fairy glass mirror and nodded contentedly.
—Perfect. Now I look like a real goddess.
But…
She clicked her tongue.
—I'm not going out unarmed.
I'm not fighting a dragon with my bare fists again, thank you very much.
The Valkyries bowed, worried that the queen was planning to break the jaws of giant monsters with her hands again.
Rafaela raised a hand, and magic circles began to spin around her.
—Guide. We're going to make weapons…
but not swords, or spears, or those usual medieval sheaths.
I come from a civilized world.
She tilted her head slightly.
—I want something like… how do you say it?
Oh, yes:
Modern badass.
The guide processed with a crystalline buzz.
—Divine Weapon Creation Mode activated.
Rafaela smiled.
Her style was going to break every mold in that world.
⚙️ Creation of the First Revolver: "Eagle"
Light began to condense in her left hand.
—Weapon one: silver.
Classic style.
Elegant… lethal.
The energy solidified into metal.
A silver revolver appeared, gleaming as if it had emerged from a heavenly steel dream.
Exact characteristics:
⭐ 1. Silver Revolver "EAGLE"
Metallic silver color, polished like a mirror.
Absurdly long barrel, almost twice the normal length.
Engraved on the barrel:
".45 LONG COLT 'EAGLE' ANNY FACTION"
Thick, robust drum, with exaggerated details that screamed "this kills gods."
Black, ergonomic handle with elegant curves.
Rafaela held it with one hand, and the weapon fit as if it had been made for her.
—Damn… that's beautiful.
All the gods in this world are going to want one.
The Valkyries looked at the weapon with fear, respect… and curiosity.
• Creation of the Second Revolver: "Night Howl"
Rafaela extended her other hand.
—Now the pair.
Dark.
Intimidating.
Dangerous.
Like me… unfortunately.
The light turned black, absorbing the shadows in the room.
⭐ 2. Black Revolver "NIGHT HOWL"
Matte black finish, completely anti reflective.
Long barrel, though slightly shorter than the "Eagle."
Twin design, but with its own personality:
robust, aggressive, heavy.
Reinforced black handle.
Large drum with rounded edges.
Rafaela took both weapons at the same time, crossing them in front of her.
The fairy runes flickered.
The guide spoke:
—Both weapons have divine synchronization.
Ready for auto reload abilities and continuous use.
—It's wonderful.
The only thing missing is bullets that don't run out.
—Storage object creation: available.
—Then let it be done.
A small black bag appeared on the table.
Nothing special at first glance.
But the moment Rafaela opened it…
A hurricane of energy erupted from within.
Bright bullets, dark bullets, elemental bullets, explosive bullets, armor piercing bullets…
Hundreds of types.
—Ohhh yes… this is modern divine engineering.
—Infinite Pouch activated. Generates magic ammo as needed.
—Weapons configured with direct auto reload from the pouch, without manual intervention.
Rafaela raised both weapons, feeling the power.
Her hips were accentuated by the tight-fitting dress.
The silver lines shone like contained energy.
Her silver hair cascaded down like an illuminated waterfall.
A Valkyrie murmured:
—"My Queen… with that outfit and those weapons… you look extremely… dangerous."
Another one tried to correct her:
—"And… very beautiful."
Rafaela frowned, somewhat nervous.
—Yes, yes… but don't say it so loud.
I'm not used to seeing myself as a… as a—
—"Sexy warrior mommy," the guide interrupted in a neutral tone.
Rafaela almost fell.
—GUIDE!!!
Don't say that!
I'm… it makes me a little uncomfortable!
I used to be a man, you know?!
The Valkyries tried not to laugh.
The dragon Spore did laugh.
A hoarse, mocking roar echoed through the throne room.
Rafaela sighed.
—Well… whatever.
Uncomfortable or not…
I look great.
She holstered the revolvers in one fluid motion and placed them on her hips.
—And now…
the moment has arrived.
The outside world was waiting for her.
And Rafaela was ready to make history.