Freya tore through the air hoping to step into a world of peace but instead was welcome into a place of war .
The moment her feet left the ground, reality shattered around her.
Darkness swallowed them whole—twisting, stretching, consuming.
Then—
Boom.
She hit the ground hard, the impact cracking the pavement beneath her feet.
Screams. Explosions.
Gunfire.
The air reeked of burning flesh and iron.
Freya lifted her gaze, and what she saw made her lips curl.
Chaos.
A city was being torn apart before her very eyes.
Monsters, massive and grotesque, rampaged through the streets. Their blackened claws sliced through human bodies like paper. Cars were overturned, buildings crumbled under the sheer force of battle.
Blood painted the streets.
The sky was on fire.
Freya took a slow, steady breath, letting the scent of war fill her lungs.
Dash materialized beside her, golden eyes gleaming with a predator's thrill.
Boss leapt down from her shoulder, his tiny form vibrating with barely restrained hunger.
Dearest stepped forward, unfazed by the carnage. He tilted his head slightly, watching a dying soldier crawl toward him, blood pooling beneath his broken body.
Freya smirked.
She had seen war before.
She had lived through worse.
But this?
This was a playground.
Gunfire rattled from a rooftop, soldiers desperately firing at the incoming monsters.
They didn't even see her yet.
Didn't realize that something far worse had just arrived.
Her fingers twitched.
Power pulsed beneath her skin, eager, waiting.
Freya rolled her shoulders.
"Let's have some fun."
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A Queen's Arrival
The first soldier saw her.
A man in tattered armor, gripping his rifle with shaking hands. He turned, eyes wild with fear, blood smeared across his face. His mouth opened, maybe to shout, maybe to beg—
But Freya was already moving.
Her foot slammed into the ground.
The sheer force rippled through the battlefield like a shockwave. The pavement cracked, spiderwebbing outward, chunks of concrete rising into the air.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
The soldier stumbled back, horror widening his eyes as an invisible pressure crashed over the battlefield.
It was not magic.
It was not divinity.
It was her.
Every living thing froze—soldiers, monsters, dying civilians—as if their very souls had recognized something far greater than war itself.
Dash stepped forward, his claws clicking against the broken pavement.
Dearest sighed, amused.
"You always did like making an entrance," he murmured.
Freya exhaled slowly—then vanished.
She reappeared midair, right above a massive, gaping-mawed beast about to devour a group of soldiers.
It didn't even have time to turn.
Her foot came down.
A single strike.
The impact was instant—the monster's head was obliterated, its massive body cratering into the earth, leaving nothing but gore and dust.
A second of silence.
Then—
Screams.
The battlefield erupted.
"W-What the hell was that?!" a soldier choked out, his gun trembling in his hands.
The monsters had paused, their primal instincts screaming at them to flee.
The humans had stopped, their weapons forgotten as they stared at the woman standing amidst the destruction.
Her presence demanded recognition.
No, it commanded it.
And then—
One of the monsters lunged.
A twisted, towering beast with too many eyes, too many limbs, its screech like metal grinding against bone.
Freya didn't move.
Didn't even flinch.
Because she didn't need to.
Dash moved first.
A blur of black and gold—and then the monster was gone.
One moment, it was charging.
The next, it was ripped in half, its organs spilling across the battlefield in steaming, wet heaps.
The humans staggered back.
The monsters hesitated.
A whisper started to rise among the soldiers.
"Who... who is she?"
And then, from the crowd—a single voice.
Loud. Clear. Terrified.
"She's not human."
The battlefield shifted.
Fear settled into their bones.
Not just for the monsters.
For her.
Freya tilted her head, watching the mortals' fragile minds struggle to comprehend.
Boss hissed, amused.
Dearest smiled, his golden eyes glowing.
Dash licked blood from his claws.
Freya exhaled, feeling the weight of a thousand gazes upon her.
And she spoke.
"Run, fight, or kneel."
Her voice wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
"But choose quickly."
Because whether they liked it or not—
A new ruler had arrived.
The ground cracked beneath her feet. The very air trembled.
Freya took another step forward, and the battlefield seemed to hesitate. The monsters—once mindless in their slaughter—twitched, their instincts screaming a warning they couldn't comprehend.
Dash's growl rumbled like thunder. Havoc, eyes gleaming with raw hunger, flexed her fingers, black claws curling in anticipation. Boss, small but ever watchful, slinked through the carnage, his body moving like liquid shadow.
And Dearest? He stood at Freya's side, unmoving, unreadable. Watching.
Then—violence.
A hulking beast, three times the size of a man, lunged at her, its claws glowing with an eerie blue flame. It moved fast. Faster than human eyes could follow.
Havoc laughed.
She met it mid-air. No hesitation. No mercy.
Her claws tore through its skull before it could even comprehend its mistake. Bone cracked. Flesh split. A wet, sickening sound echoed as the creature's massive form collapsed in two, its body hitting the pavement with a deafening thud.
Blood dripped from Havoc's fingers as she landed, grinning.
"Next."
More monsters surged forward.
Dash moved like a shadow. One moment he was beside Freya, the next—he was tearing into their ranks. His fangs snapped through armor, his claws raking through muscle like paper. Limbs flew. Screams filled the air.
A beast tried to strike from behind—Boss was there first. A flicker of movement, a sharp yelp, and the creature crumpled, its throat ripped clean.
The humans watched in stunned horror.
Soldiers, once firing blindly, now stood frozen, their weapons slack in their hands. They had fought these monsters for hours, losing comrades, watching cities burn. And yet—these demons… these creatures…
They were slaughtering them effortlessly.
Freya moved at last.
A single motion—raising her hand.
The monsters stopped. Not by choice.
A force crashed down on them like an unseen weight. Their bodies trembled, muscles seizing. The battlefield itself groaned under the pressure of her power.
The largest among them—massive, reptilian, and drenched in the stench of blood—let out a shriek of defiance. It forced itself forward, inch by inch, even as the air turned to lead around it.
Freya turned her gaze to it, calm, unbothered.
"Kneel."
The word wasn't shouted. It wasn't screamed.
It was a command. Absolute.
The beast roared in fury—then it crashed to its knees. Hard. The pavement cracked beneath its weight.
One by one, the others followed.
They had no choice.
Monsters that had rampaged without fear, that had slaughtered without mercy—now trembled before her. Their bodies pressed to the ground, heads lowered, instincts overriding their very nature.
The battlefield went silent.
The humans, the soldiers, the survivors—they watched in utter disbelief.
Freya tilted her head slightly, letting the moment stretch, letting the weight of her presence sink into the minds of all who bore witness.
Then she smiled.
And the world knew—
This was no ordinary being.
This was something else entirely.
Freya stepped forward, the sound of her boots echoing in the dead silence. The kneeling monsters did not dare to move. The humans still clutched their weapons, but their hands trembled—not from fear of the creatures anymore, but from the overwhelming presence of the woman who had just brought them to their knees.
She exhaled slowly, letting the weight of the moment sink in. Then, her voice rang clear—sharp, unwavering, and absolute.
"I can destroy this world in the blink of an eye."
The very air shuddered. Those words carried power—raw, undeniable power. A force that seeped into the bones of all who heard it.
Freya let her gaze drift over the terrified soldiers, over the fallen, over the ones who still clung to the last shreds of hope.
"But I will not."
A flicker of relief passed through them—before her next words sent chills down their spines.
"I will rescue you humans from your hell. I will make these monsters serve under you, as long as it is in my name."
The creatures twitched, their bodies still pressed against the ruined ground, bound by an unseen force. The idea of servitude burned in their primal instincts, but they did not dare resist.
Freya's smirk widened.
"So, whichever gods, angels, or demons who have not heard of me—tell them."
The weight of her words rippled through the battlefield, as if carried by an unseen force.
"Tell them that Freya, the Mother of Demons, is coming. And I cannot be defeated."
A hush fell over the city.
Then—laughter.
Low, smooth, and dark.
Dearest.
He had remained still for so long, an unmoving shadow at Freya's side. But now, he shifted, tilting his head slightly, his golden eyes gleaming with something dangerous.
Amusement. Pride. Something more.
His lips curled into a wicked, knowing smile.
Because he knew.
Freya had just declared war.
Not on these monsters. Not on these humans.
But on something greater.
And the world would never be the same.
The silence after Freya's declaration was suffocating. The humans stood frozen, weapons still gripped in their hands, fear evident in their wide, disbelieving eyes. Whispers spread like wildfire through their ranks, voices shaking with uncertainty.
"She's too powerful…"
"We don't know what she really wants…"
"We can't trust a demon, no matter what she says!"
Then, finally, a man—a captain by the look of his tattered but decorated uniform—stepped forward. He swallowed hard, his face pale, yet his voice held firm resolve.
"You saved us. And for that, we thank you." He took a breath, fists clenched. "But we cannot trust a being of your power to remain here. We do not know who you are, nor what your intentions truly are. We have fought and bled to protect what little we have left. And now, you expect us to kneel before you?"
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the soldiers. Some nodded fervently, others looked down, unsure. Yet the fear was there—thick and undeniable.
Havoc laughed, low and dangerous. She leaned forward, her bloodstained claws glinting under the broken light. "You ungrateful little things."
Dearest, standing perfectly still beside Freya, tilted his head, golden eyes gleaming with amusement. A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips. "My queen," he murmured, smooth as silk. "What is your command?"
Freya did not look at him. Instead, she turned her gaze to the largest of the kneeling monsters. The creature—a towering, reptilian behemoth with cracked horns and trembling limbs—quivered under her stare. Its breath came in short, sharp gasps as she stepped forward, the ground itself seeming to bow beneath her presence.
She stopped just before it, the hem of her coat barely brushing against its lowered head.
"Do you pledge your undying loyalty to me?" she asked, her voice laced with both amusement and something much colder.
The creature whimpered. Behind it, the others cowered, their bodies pressed so tightly to the ground they seemed desperate to sink beneath it.
Freya smiled.
"Or do you choose to die by my hand?"
Without warning, she reached into the void—an unseen abyss that bent to her will—and pulled forth a sword. The blade gleamed like liquid night, its edges singing with quiet, insatiable hunger.
The monster's trembling worsened. It tried to form words, its voice choking in its massive throat. Finally, with a shuddering breath, it spoke:
"I—I pledge myself to you, Mother of Demons. My loyalty… my life… my soul… all belong to you. Command me, and I shall obey."
A vow. One bound not by choice, but by sheer terror.
Freya's wicked smile deepened. "Good."
Then she turned.
The humans flinched, some taking an unconscious step back as she faced them once more. They had wanted her gone. Had rejected her.
So she would give them exactly what they asked for.
"Destroy."
The single word was like a crack of thunder.
The monsters, once cowed and kneeling, rose with new purpose. Their eyes gleamed with an unnatural fire, their fear now replaced with an overwhelming desire to prove their devotion.
And then—the massacre began.
Havoc moved first, a blur of claws and laughter as she descended upon the humans. The sound of flesh tearing, of armor splitting like paper, was drowned by the symphony of screams.
Dash followed, his form shifting like a living shadow, tearing through the front lines before they could even think to fight back. Blood splattered the ground, painting it crimson.
Boss struck like a whisper of death, silent, efficient, his fangs sinking deep into throats before the victims even knew he was there.
And Dearest? He merely watched. Smiling.
Some humans fought back. Guns fired. Blades clashed. But it was hopeless. The monsters had been their greatest fear only moments ago—now, they were nothing more than loyal beasts, answering to something far, far worse.
Freya stood in the center of it all, untouched, unmoved. Her eyes remained locked on the captain—the one who had spoken against her. He lay on the ground now, coughing blood, his body broken.
His vision swam, but he still forced himself to look up at her. His lips parted, a final plea—whether for mercy or defiance, he would never know.
Because Freya did not give him the chance to speak.
She raised her sword and ended his story with a single, merciless strike.
The battlefield fell silent once more. The humans were gone.
The monsters stood, bloodstained and victorious, their loyalty now absolute.
Freya exhaled, letting the weight of the moment settle. She turned to her demons, her voice calm, unwavering.
"Let this be a warning," she said, surveying the ruins of what had once been defiance. "Those who reject me will face the same fate."
She sheathed her sword back into the void, her lips curving in satisfaction.
The world had learned its lesson.
And this was only the beginning.