"What have you done? Monsters! You should be obeying me… I own you all." Her words trembled with fury, a growl rising in her throat as she lunged toward Adam. And in that instant—everything shifted.
The forest blurred around her. Rehan's control seized her, and she was hurled through space, landing abruptly at the edge of a town. The town sprawled at the center of the Order's territory, a nation empire ruled by the enigmatic Apostle known only as the Creator. That was the name they whispered. That was all.
"Witch!"
"Call the guards!" another voice barked. A man, basket brimming with bread and tonics, froze mid-step.
How dare these people? They called me… that. Osiris lifted her hand, trying to strike back, but nothing happened. No magic, no power—just cursed silence. She cursed under her breath, scrambling to rise. Her skirt, already stained red and muddy from her fall, clung to her as she ran.
Guards chased. Villagers scattered.
All because I am different… All because you cannot understand… All because ignorance calls me a monster.
Should I be the one to judge? Her face twisted with grimace and malice as she tumbled over market stands, crashing through vendor stalls. The guards gained ground, shouting her name, but she barely noticed.
"Stop! You damned witch!"
She grabbed a torch, igniting a blaze that consumed oil, fat, and dried curtains. Fire leapt in the chaos. The guards halted, forced back by flames, as Osiris fled. She was human, after all, and humans bleed, burn, and suffer. Anything necessary to reach one's goal—wasn't that the truth?
It burns. It scars. The pain gnaws at her flesh, relentless, unyielding.
With the light of this world… may I see the person who caused this ruin, and let their sins be revealed.
A figure appeared on a rooftop—a wizard with hair of yellow fire and a white tuxedo, chains dangling from a golden orb in his grasp.
"There she is. Odin, take her now," he called.
A cloaked man, bearded and wearing a brown top hat, chanted in the old tongue, his golden orb glowing.
Let the fire be extinguished.
The flames died, even as the air fanned them. Officers leapt forward, ensnaring her in a net. The wizard smiled, gripping an artifact.
"Hmm. This one is from outside… The artifact doesn't recognize her as a citizen."
Is this it? Osiris collapsed quietly, surrendering to exhaustion, lying against the cold stone.
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A past
A child with violet eyes watched from the town square.
Sigh. The more I look at you, the worse it gets…
Passersby ignored her, their indifference harsher than any words.
"Why aren't the guards making you leave?"
"Shouldn't you just die already?"
"What a waste… useless."
Her eyelids were red, but her face betrayed nothing. Hatred and malice swirled inside her, yet she was powerless, forced to rely on the very world she despised. Coins, copper, nearly worthless scraps—they were tossed at her feet, as she is a beggar.
She walked, seeing only vendors' food, sometimes forced to take what she could, knowing punishment awaited if she tried again. Her clothes were torn, reeking of months without change or wash.
In an alley, she saw a lifeless body, scrawny and neglected, worms crawling over it. No one noticed. She stared, shivering, and vowed: I will never be like that. Never with the worms. Let others rot, but not me.
Why did she hate this so deeply? Why could she do nothing?
Then a voice pierced her thoughts:
"I can't believe that in every age, in every society, there is always poverty and inequality…"
Even in on this world... But still he isnt pressured to change it
"Kid," another voice interrupted. "Do you want power?"
Curious... What would happen.
A tall young man emerged. His hair fell medium-length, nails sharp as swords, skin pale as bone, eyes crimson. A cloak draped over him, dark as midnight, and his presence carried the weight of intent and danger.