Will of chaos

Pov Selene:

After talking to Akatosh, I remember Adella and head toward the area where I left her.

Standing in front of the gate, I start to think about how to take care of her. Then I open the doors and see her chained up. In the middle of the room, there’s a circle with six columns around it, where chains stretch to the middle, where they bind Adella’s legs, arms, and neck.

As soon as I open the gates, her angry eyes focus on mine. Seeing the glint of intelligence in her eyes, I’m relieved she’s recovered enough to think.

I walk into the circle of columns and feel myself plunging into a sea of ​​murder. Adella’s murderous intent has permeated the entire place, and the smell of blood is blatant. I stop a few meters away from her, seeing how her muscles are still tense.

“Can you think now?” (Me)

“Yes, but I don’t like being trapped!” (Adella)

“I won’t pretend to understand your emotions, but I understand anger better than you know. I was known for my lack of control long before I became a Goddess.” (Me)

“You’re not to blame for your emotions; you’re to blame for letting them happen so you can have an excuse for your actions.” (Me)

“…” (Adella)

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Zenos and Urd thankfully didn’t notice.” (Me)

Her anger was apparent, but it seems her control has improved. My Authority over her has diminished much more than I expected, far from the universe where my Divinity belongs.

I create a chair of blood where I sit in front of her. I can still stop her if necessary, but I’d like to avoid using violence against an ally, especially someone suffering so much.

“Say something, Adella… you can talk to me about anything.” (me)

“Let go of me…” (Adella)

“I can’t do this…” (me)

Baammm!!!

“I said let go of me!!!!” (Adella)

“Adella…” (me)

Sigh

She pulls on the chains, and the pillars begin to vibrate as the chains glow, rendering her body immobile while veins begin to appear on her forehead along with her Dragon scales.

“How do you expect me to CALM DOWN!!!” (Adella)

“YOU’RE LETTING THOSE TWO ALIVE!!!” (Adella)

“I’m going to kill them… I NEED TO KILL THEM!!!” (Adella)

“KAAN!!!” (Adella)

“(She’s losing control again. If things continue like this, she’ll end up the same way I first met her: a mindless beast who seeks only destruction…)” (me)

The more she speaks, the murderous intent grows in her eyes as her struggle to free herself causes the chains to tremble and the surrounding pillars to begin to crack.

“If you don’t at least try to maintain control, I’ll have your memory sealed, and you’ll truly lose any say in the matters concerning those two.” (me)

“…” (Adella)

“You wouldn’t be able to do that…” (Adella)

“I don’t need to do anything personally. Yaffe can use a curse for that, and she could also ask Urd for help. I’m sure that as an Entity and possessor of Leis loincloths, it would be easy for her.” (me)

“…” (Adella)

“You… you really…” (Adella)

“I really want to help you, just like I always have.” (Me)

I get up and walk over to her, gently running my hands through her hair, but her murderous intent doesn’t diminish at all. At least she’s no longer trying to escape her restraints.

“I don’t like seeing her trapped like this, but I can’t allow her to become that uncontrolled beast again.” (Me)

“What’s the point of revenge in this state?” (Me)

“I know you hate Kaan, but this isn’t the time to make a fuss. We have bigger problems.” (Me)

“Kaan won’t escape, and Urak is trapped. No one will release her, so your lack of control isn’t hurting them, it’s only hurting those around you.” (Me)

I wish she understood. If I only talked about her, nothing would change. She’d kill herself just to make those two disappear, but she could never accept harming her companions. I feel sorry for using her traumas like this to manipulate her.

She acted exactly as I expected. Her eyes widened, staring at me, then her killing intent calmed her down. It seemed to work. Agarwal just needed to make her maintain it even if Kaan was right in front of her.

“Now that you’ve calmed down, let’s have a long talk.” (Me)

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Pov Niryna:

I was in the makeshift kitchen that had been built here in the temple of Urd. I could hear Callidora’s voice in my mind, speaking, and knowing I was listening to every word.

My act of pretending not to hear her must be one of the most childish things I’ve ever done, but to be honest, there’s little I can do against her. I also know that if she really wanted to force me to speak or act according to her plans, she could use a tactic as disgusting as what she did against Zenos.

“(Child, sooner or later you’ll have to answer me. You can’t ignore me forever, and you know it~…)” (Callidora)

“…” (me)

The mere thought of my powerlessness against her makes my mood plummet even further. I even had thoughts of death. If it weren’t for me, Zenos wouldn’t be so entangled in Callidora’s schemes, wouldn’t have fallen behind.

I look at the two pots on the stove, open a lid, and lift the arm cooking inside. The skin was tender, and the meat had finally finished cooking. I take it out and place it on a large plate, which I place next to another large arm, equally steaming on a large plate.

“Child, I know your feelings of guilt and depression, but you must grow up as a Demon. If anything happens to you, I will personally go and collect from Zenos.” (Callidora)

Callidora gets off my back as usual. I don’t know what she’s thinking. She might finally be getting tired, but I don’t care. I’ll treat her however I see fit until I’m forced to do something different. I’ll never again act with any level of trust toward her.

After making sure the kitchen is tidy, I take the two plates to the adjacent dining room. As I pass through the door, I see everything covered in blood while two people writhe on the floor. It’s Lara and Dante, my servants, who are now covered in all sorts of wounds, each missing an arm.

I approach them, and they stop trembling as they struggle to sit on the floor where I place the two plates.

“I want you to eat everything, down to the bones. Thanks to the curse, you will still feel the sensations of these arms. Your final punishment is to feel the pain of being devoured by yourself.” (Me)

“As you order…” (Lara)

“Your… your orders…” (Dante)

I see them dripping blood as they lift their meals to their mouths. With the first bite, I notice Dante’s whole body tremble, but Lara seems unfazed by the pain of each bite, nor does she seem to care about what she’s eating.

“This is to teach you that I am your only master. Ignore any and all orders you receive from Callidora that haven’t passed my approval first.” (Me) This content belongs to NoveI[F]ire.net

“If you dare do something like this again, I will trample your Souls until they are extinguished and then I will crush your Existential Sparks, making it impossible for you to reincarnate.” (Me)

“Do you understand!!??” (Me)

“Yes… my lady…” (Lara)

“As… commanded!” (Dante)

“Callidora, I advise you not to give me any more tasks or missions. I’ll ruin everything. I also don’t want to hear your voice for the next week. If you continue, I’ll destroy my Soul, since we both know you wouldn’t dare do anything against him.” (Me)

“Do as you please. When I gave you life, I placed several guarantees so you couldn’t escape me, not even in death.” (Callidora)

“I’ve already given my warning.” (Me)

With that said, I went back to ignoring Callidora as I watched the two people eating their own arms. It was the beginning of the show.

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Pov Zenos:

I enter the meeting room and see that Davoth, Ronan, and Igor were still here. I’d heard about them still being here, but I don’t have time for that now.

I look across the room to where Cortana, Lena, and Urd were all sitting together. I was the last to arrive, but everyone gathered here because I had something to say.

“Let me ask you a question, if you don’t mind.” (Davoth)

“Why did you call us here?” (Davoth)

“I heard about many things after I woke up, among them our current problem, Hatred.” (Me)

“I also already have a plan to deal with him.” (Me)

“What kind of plan?” (Cortana)

“My plan is… to have no plans. The best defense will always be a great offense.” (Me)

“You want to attack them?” (Ronan)

“Exactly. We’re going to attack them, catch everyone off guard, and end all this.” (Me)

“Wait, the way you’re saying that is strange. You’re not trying to launch a frontal attack, are you?” (Igor)

“Exactly what I’m saying.” (Me)

“No plans, no ambushes, none of that complicated stuff.” (me)

“Our targets will be the Universal Cores; we’ll end this with just one strike.” (me)

Everyone seems confused by my proposal, especially those who have known me the longest and know how I always carefully plan attacks against enemies.

Lena seems to have suddenly understood something and places her hand on Cortana’s shoulder, exchanging a glance with her. This interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the others, and everyone’s thoughts begin to change.

“Prepare for the attack, you have three days.” (me)