Fenrir's Journey : I Shall Devour The Heavens!

For a period of time, much longer than it had lived in the physical world, the Kobold waited patiently, hoping that it would one day be liberated from the darkness. Fortunately, just as all hope seemed lost, the Kobold felt the warm energy flowing from the young boy's hand and, before it realized what had happened, it was once again a Kobold. Looking up, it saw that the boy had changed a lot, now looking more like a young man. Even so, there was the same kind and gentle look in his eyes, almost as if the tyrannical might the boy possessed was an illusion.Believing it finally had the opportunity to serve the boy, now its Master, the Kobold patiently awaited its first orders. With what little intelligence it possessed, the Kobold swore it would work hard to please its Master. Since he was already so strong, the Kobold believed it would be able to become much stronger at his side. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like it would have the opportunity to grow any time soon as there were no enemies present at all. In fact, the Kobold felt like the space around it, though clearly visible, wasn't really 'real'. It couldn't make sense of this feeling, but the Kobold felt this to be the case...Just as it began to worry about its future, the Kobold was surprised when its Master suddenly reached his hand out. Flinching in expectation of pain, the Kobold was surprised when, instead of its fears holding true, the complete opposite happened. Against all expectations, its Master began to stroke the mangy fur atop its head, affectionately stroking its ears in the process. In a calming voice, unlike anything the Kobold had ever heard, its Master suddenly said, "I can't name you now, but I promise to grant you a proper name in the future. One day, you will be able to become much stronger...I promise."It couldn't really understand his words, but the Kobold felt the 'intent' behind them through a link it never knew existed. Nodding its head, the Kobold simply enjoyed the unfamiliar and comfortable feeling of being petted instead of attacked. Even if it never became stronger, the Kobold felt an existence where it could receive it's Master's affection was enough. It was far more pleasant to feel the warm energy flowing from it's Master's hand than it was to fight a desperate battle for survival...Unfortunately, the unexpectedly happy times, came to an abrupt end. The Kobold's Master suddenly vanished into small particles that slowly disappeared into the sky. A profound sense of dread filled the Kobold's tiny heart but it was nowhere near as scary as the instinctual fear it possessed towards the small woman it's Master had previously been talking with. She was very small, almost child-like in appearance, with golden-blond hair that nearly reached the ground. Her icy-blue eyes seemed like they could pierce straight through the Kobold's flesh, freezing it to the bone. Then, though it couldn't understand what the girl was saying, the Kobold lowered its head. Though it didn't know why, hearing the girl say the words, "How ugly..." made it feel resentful and sad...(Fenrir's Commentary: 'When I first met Eva, she was very scary...')

Every time something good seemed to happen, it was always followed by a very long period of darkness, or loneliness. The Kobold had never known what it was to be 'lonely' but, after experiencing the kindness of its Master, the Kobold truly missed his presence. It knew the scary woman didn't like it, even going so far as the 'try and drown' it inside of a small bath. Since that time, the Kobold had done its best to avoid her, sleeping outside under the starless sky. Fortunately, though the Kobold was certain the young girl hated it, she still gave it food to eat a few times a day. This food was better than anything it had ever eaten before so, while it was still sad and lonely, the Kobold still held hope that it's Master would someday day return...no matter how many days passed...Then, one day, he did. Even without being about to see him directly, the Kobold knew its Master and returned for it, hopefully to take it away from this sad and lonely place. When the Kobold saw its Master approaching with a concerned and apologetic expression on his face, it felt happy, another emotion it wasn't quite sure how to express. Trusting its instincts, the Kobold began to weakly wag its tail while the familiar warm energy spread through its tired body. Though it hadn't given up hope that he would return, the Kobold had started to eat a lot less than before. The food had begun to taste bland and, other than the memory of it's Master's warm and gentle hands, the Kobold stopped caring about everything else...Just as before, the Kobold's Master treated it very well, always saying kind words and petting it. Unlike how other people looked toward it, often with fear, hatred, or disgust, it's Master always had a kind and warm aura. Before, the Kobold didn't even know what a smile was but, seeing it's Master smile, it believed it was something precious...something worth protecting. When it's Master smiled, the Kobold also felt the urge to smile but, unable to, decided wagging its tail was a good alternative. This seemed to please the Master even more, making the Kobold feel vindicated, especially when it got more petting for its efforts...Though it harbored hope that the happy times would continue forever, reality proved otherwise. Once again, the Kobold's Master vanished from the space, leaving only the scary and cruel girl behind. This time, the girl just ignored it, something the Kobold was very grateful for, so it went off to busy itself within the recently formed garden. Though its instincts told it that this would be another long wait, the Kobold hoped that its Master would return sooner. It didn't like being separated from its Master, not one bit...Believing that time would pass faster if it slept, the Kobold found an area in the garden and dug a cozy hole for itself to sleep in. Doing its best to hold onto the warm memories of its Master, the Kobold curled up into a ball and began waiting...(Fenrir's Commentary: 'Those were very lonely days...')

Fenrir was a happy young Vanargandr, a unique species of wolves who possessed an affinity with Devouring Laws. She had been given life by her beloved Master, Vahn Mason, after he subjugated her within the Dungeon, a Labyrinthine structure with an unknown depth in the record of Danmachi. Starting as a lowly Kobold, one of the weakest creatures in the entire Dungeon, Fenrir had a rather pathetic existence that was slated for an early end. In fact, her existence was so pathetic that, like most monsters, she didn't even have a sliver of intelligence, nor did she even possess the most minimalistic fragment of a soul...at least until she met him...
-Flashback to a Year Prior-
A young boy, appearing almost 'too young', was walking through the low light of the Dungeon's 2nd Floor. Initially a group of five, a singular young Kobold that had only come into existence a few days prior watched as the young boy cut through its brethren monsters without batting an eye. There was an oppressive aura coming off of his body that caused the simple Kobold to tremble in fear, unable to muster up the courage to engage. Though its instincts were compelling it to attack, something much deeper, as if a primal urge, was holding it back. By the time the young boy had slain its four companions, the Kobold could no longer stand on its feet. Fearing for its life, it bowed to the boy and did its best to plea using what little of its inconsequential intelligence it could muster...
Looking up into the young boy's resplendent aquamarine eyes, the Kobold searched for the smallest trace of mercy. Surprisingly, the boy seemed to take pity upon it, showing hesitation and clear unwillingness to strike the killing blow. Feeling this boy would be a suitable Master, the Kobold stopped its plea and did its best to show the hesitant boy that it was willing to follow him. Seeming to understand its intent, the young boy assumed a contemplative look. However, deep within those vast and all-consuming eyes, the Kobold saw an even greater hesitation present.
Thinking the boy found it unworthy, the Kobold trembled in fear, anticipating a death that, surprisingly, never came. After a moment, it realized that the boy may be inconvenienced by its current form or simply needed more time to make a decision. Deciding to gamble its fate on this boy before it, the Kobold resisted its instincts and focused all of its essence on the core near its heart. Moments later, as if it had been slain like another weak monster, the Kobold dissolved into dust that congregated at the core that was left behind. With a sad sigh, not entirely understanding the situation, the boy picked up the core and tossed it into the void, a place where the core would sit for a much longer period of time than it expected...
While locked away in the endless space, where time itself seemed to simultaneously stagnate and spread out into eternity, the Kobold patiently awaited the day its fate might change for the better...
(A/N: I'm known for doing alternate titles at the end of chapters, but this omake-novel will instead have 'Fenrir's Commentary'. It will essentially be her 'feelings' about the content of the chapter, as if she were reading the novel alongside you. If it helps, just imagine a super fluffy and adorable wolf girl snuggling up in your lap while you read (UwU)~!)
(Fenrir's Commentary: 'Master has always been kind...')

Chapter 2: Waiting