Freya - My Master

"How do you think he is doing?" Cleo idly mentioned, just outside the door of the chosen. Her gaze darted to me, looking for an answer, " You can sense him, can't you?"

Oh, my Master, you should see this. Cleo is actually worried.

That's so cute!

I smiled, tracing my eyes over her ravishing face, which grew in beauty each passing day. Master had said she was dabbling in the Mortal Dao of Lust. Unable to help myself, my fingers trailed over her cheeks and down her chin till a shudder passed through her delicate skin.

Her cheeks flushed under the amber lighting of the torches, flickering shadows back and forth in an endless dance. She held me in my sight, and I, hers, " Are you worried about Master?"

"What is going on here?" Ren suddenly said, glancing back and forth between Cleo and me. He gulped, "There seems to be a tense air going on. And honestly, while I would love nothing more than to watch, whatever this is, We need whoever is behind this door, right?"

My lips curled, and my gaze darted to Ren and Rey Nala's. "Oh really? And am I to believe you haven't done anything to this poor princess here in the dark?" I whispered, watching the glow of scarlet whip across Rey's cheeks.

"i-I-I' She stammered to say, " I'm still pure."

"Oh darling, in this day and age, there are so many ways to keep a woman pure while still dabbling in the most sensual of pleasures. A kiss, a lick, a—"

"Freya," Ren said in warning, his arms slipping around Rey Nala's slender waist, who shuttered at his touch. Her cheeks were flush, and her eyes wet, but she did not seem to push away his hand but instead leaned into his embrace.

Even from here, I could hear her heart hammering like drums at a parade against her chest. Unable to meet my eye any longer, she lowered hers.

"I wonder how far you have gone? How far have you allowed him to have his way with you?" I whispered, pushing a little, watching her bite her lips; I cracked a laugh and chuckled a little evilly, feeling my Master may have rubbed off on me.

Taking a step back, I pushed open the door, having a sense of no major formation capable of hurting anyone, when a dense set of blood spilled into my nose. My lips curled downwards as I stared at the young lady with two missing legs and a missing arm strung up by a single chain that bound her neck and arm.

"Yu Jing? Master and disciple are both here?" I said, a little amazed by the coincidence.

A/N: It was just a random role.

Noticing there was no insense like there was with Aiza, Cleo was the first to race in, followed by me, who was a proficient healer. My dao lingered between the line of life and death. If anyone truly wished to be a monster, they needed to understand the Yin and Yang of their dao. Personally, that is what I think is missing from my Master's. However, he repeatedly stated that light is not the opposite of darkness. But rather, it was a lie we tell ourselves. I was consumed by what it meant.

How could light not be the opposite? Doesn't it repel darkness? Doesn't light shine the brightest when only darkness exists? I had pondered this question for maybe seven months before I gave up. I was no practitioner of the laws of darkness but of death. And I knew Master was to be the Monarch of Darkness once he claimed the throne of darkness, but could he be wrong? Or maybe it's I that simply can't grasp what he see's.

Slashing the chains that bound Yu Jing, Cleo caught her body in her arms and paled. "How are you alive? What happened?"

My brow shot up, and my fingers shot towards her chest, where a small sigil shimmered as I cast a small circle to scan the damage she had sustained inwardly. My heart sunk deep into the pit of my stomach as I frowned, sensing a rich amount of— Isn't this energy similar to the one Arkanos used a few hours ago?

"She has a few more days to live without any treatment." I calmly mentioned, arching my brow towards everyone. " I need Arkanos."

"Can't you just heal her?" Ren said. But I immediately shook my head.

"None of you have been alive long enough to be as experienced as I am. Simply overpowering certain types of energy generated by gods or demons is not wise to do in a patient this weak. If I try to heal her, and this—

"Necrotic Qi," Ezra grimly stated, "The Power of the Fallen."

A knot of terror snuck into the depths of my soul at her words. The Fallen? Zantar, did this?

Wait!

"How do you know it's Necrotic Qi?"

Ezra's fingers clenched, " When I saw Arkanos use it, my inherited memories kicked in. I just knew what it was as it was so pure. So rich. And with my heritage from the Hells library, I recognized it. But I don't think I would have awakened that knowledge if it wasn't for Arkanos. And the energy within Yu Jing here is too small to awaken anything."

This could all be a trap? There is no way Zantar would just let her go. Is Yu Jing's life even in danger? A Fallen angel fighting against a Star-Lord? What is his game?

I glanced at Ren and then at Yu Jing. Seven Stars born of Chaos. If I kill her, couldn't Ren take her spot? Does it work like that? What makes her so special? In fact, what the hell makes Cleo and the others so special.

NO!

I need to protect Master.

Suppose this Zantar wishes to use Yu Jing as a pawn, the same way Asmodeus and the other devils were doing to the other Chosen. I needed to stop them. Isn't Ren Born of Chaos? He will take her spot.

"For Master"

Arching my palm, a coldness penetrated my heart, and without hesitation, I plunged my entire arm through Yu Jing's chest.

"NO!!!"