Void

Freya’s consciousness lingered in a boundless emptiness, adrift in a sea of nothingness. Time had no meaning here. There were no thoughts, no emotions—only a void where the fragments of her past began to swirl. The weight of her final moments was fading, her memories becoming both distant and sharp all at once, like a blade dulled by time yet never losing its edge.

A voice broke through the darkness. It was cold, deep, and ancient, vibrating in the airless space, echoing in her mind.

"Tell me, Freya Caedis," it rumbled. "What is it that you want now?"

Freya's eyes, though unseeing, narrowed as her mind solidified into form. The rage she had long suppressed burned bright in the void, her hate still alive, still strong. Her voice was steady, though it carried the weight of all the pain she had endured.

"I want revenge."

The void shifted to her words. The Dark Entity's voice vibrated in the silence, a low chuckle that sent chills through her soul.

"Revenge," it mused, the word dripping with disdain. "Such a simple, human desire. But tell me, Freya, what is it that you have truly lost? Speak your truth."

And so she spoke, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, recounting the horrors of her life. Her voice echoed in the void, each word a sharp cut through the silence.

"I grew up in a small, impoverished nation—my homeland, Destria. A country that never stood a chance against the massive, powerful Arremmika, a nation of racists and conquerors. For years, we were oppressed, exploited, and treated as nothing more than cattle for their wars and industries. They crushed us beneath their boots, and we withered, a dying nation on the brink of annihilation."

She paused, a flicker of pain running through her thoughts. "My father was a soldier—a proud man who fought for Destria’s freedom, but he was no match for Arremmika’s military might. My mother was a doctor, her hands healing the wounds of the poor, the sick. But none of it mattered. We lost the first war, and our country was broken.

"I still remember that day. The soldiers of Arremmika, the monsters who believed they were above us all. They came to our home. My father was beheaded right in front of me. And then they... they did what they wanted with my mother. They took her from me, raped her in front of my very eyes, as if she was no more than a piece of property. My heart burned with hate... and yet, I could do nothing."

A deep, sorrowful breath echoed through her mind, but there was no room for tears. Not anymore.

"They took me after that. I was nothing more than a slave, a tool for their labor. But my hatred for them, for the whole of Arremmika, kept me alive. I became strong in ways no one ever expected."

Her fists clenched in the void, her resolve growing firmer with every word.

"I waited for years. I bided my time. And then, fate offered me a chance. Arremmika descended into chaos, a civil war tore apart their land, and in the turmoil, I escaped. I fled, leaving behind everything. My past, my broken family, and the pieces of my soul. But that was only the beginning."

Her voice was tinged with cold satisfaction now.

"I became someone else. I found the criminal underworld, learned its ways, and its rules. I rose in power, in knowledge, in skill. And when I was ready, I gathered the broken souls of my people. I led them, a ragtag resistance, and we grew strong. We struck back against Arremmika, against their military, against their noble houses. We toppled them from within, and I became the leader of it all."

Her lips curled into a bitter smile, though there was no one to see it. "And that’s when I became what I had always been meant to be: the greatest tyrant in history. The world trembled before my might, my name, my power. But none of it came easy. Every drop of blood spilled, every life taken... I savored it all, until I was standing at the top of it all."

Freya’s words were steady now, devoid of regret. She had become everything she had ever wanted, everything her enemies had feared. But in the end, it hadn't been enough.

"And then... they betrayed me. They killed me. And here I am."

She fell silent for a moment, her thoughts turning inward. The Dark Entity's voice broke the silence, colder now.

"And now, Freya Caedis, you stand at the crossroads of your existence. What is it that you want? A chance for revenge, perhaps?"

Freya’s voice was a low, almost amused whisper in the dark.

"I want to live again. I want to return and finish what I have started."

The dark presence shifted, its voice dripping with cold amusement.

"That... I cannot grant. But I offer you something far greater, something beyond the reach of even your desires." The voice lowered, a sinister promise. "I offer you the chance to live again, in a different world. A world where I govern, where you may carve a new path of power, of dominance, and of vengeance. A place where you can achieve everything you could not in your previous life."

Freya's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie smile. "And what would it cost me?"

"Nothing but your will to embrace the power I offer. Your vengeance. Your strength. Your future." The Dark Entity’s tone became firm, as if binding her to a deal. "What do you say, Freya Caedis? Will you accept my offer?"

Her gaze, though unseen, pierced the void. There was no hesitation in her answer.

"Yes."

And with that, the darkness swallowed her whole.

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