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NYCTOPHILIA
Prologue
Darkness
No colour, no sound, just the cold consuming nothingness wrapping around her still body.
This was where she belonged, where her heart felt free, true. For darkness was not only around her, but also inside her. With every breath she took, she inhaled it deeper. It flowed through her veins like a raging river, filled her with purpose. It burned and coiled, pushing her to remember. Remember why she endured years of agony and torture. Why she called this desiccated forgotten place her home.
It forced the images of pain and loss to the front. It placed her back in a past she could never forget, never wipe from her memories. She was still so young, so innocent, a child of the light. Not that she ever wanted to forget. Was it not this that kept her alive? Kept her fighting? Made her stronger? Moulded her in what she was now?
She could smell the choking sick smell of burning flesh. Hear the cries of horror and agony in the air around her. See the flames consume their bodies as they stagger and fall to never rise again. Never hold her again. Never comfort her again. Never call her name again.
A name she had not heard for over a thousand years.
But soon they will all know her name. They will scream it with fear in their hearts as their blood flows in crimson streams through their golden streets. They will run and they will try to hide. Some with honour will stay and fight bravely for their precious city. Fight and lay down their pathetic lives for a liar and a murderer. A power greedy man, who so effortlessly veiled his sins behind the curtain of morality.
She will rip everything and everyone he holds dear from his grasp. He will watch as she tears them apart and throw their lifeless bodies before his feet. And when he finally recognises the wickedness he created, which hatred fed and darkness comforted, she will set her rage free. She will burn him alive and relish in his screams of pain and despair. She will watch until the flames eat away his skin and devour his traitorous heart.
Only then will she turn around and watch Asgard burn.
For evil is not born, it is made.
A/N: Welcome to the journey into my imagination. If you wanna continue on this wild ride, please let me know and this rollercoaster will leave the station and your wish will be my command.