A/N: If you want to know what inspired me, I shall tell you. I was having a very bad day and decided that I needed to vent. Freya Crescent is my favorite playable female character in the game. My absolute favorite is Erin. I'll write a fanfic about her when summer comes. So I was trying to relax; taking a shower. I voice act in my alone time, ok? Gosh, not like no one talks to themselves in the bathroom! *angry, defensive face* Anyway, did a monologue about a scenario if Fratley never came back or Freya believed he was really dead. Went from there and ended up that she found out about Kuja somehow, which sparked her interest. She's became far more sadistic than our favorite Angel of Death. So much so, that he actually started to shudder from her ideas of torment. (Yeah, really bad day.) I toyed with the idea and then just started on it.
Most inspirational for this is the band Nightwish. I need my angry music right now, so I've been listening to it ALL day! :D I'm pretty much rocking out here, xD But I've a few favorites I've chosen. As you can tell, by the way, this is a new writing style and not all of my readers (if any) are used to it.
Short chapters again. Palm pilot hurts my hand and teases my ego. It's very annoying, but I still love it. Just hope it doesn't affect my other fanfics that bad. It's the only portable, usable computer I have besides my mum's computer. And she's particular about me using this.
Thanks! Review if you like! I don't want to create dead ends!
-Mayris
Underling
It was foolish to believe he might count her as an equal. She had sought him out no less. Bad enough that she trespassed and challenged him to a fight. She was lucky to be alive after that little escapade. A few threats were to be expected. However, the pompous attitude was a little much.
"No one in my castle is above me. My order is final. If you interfere with or disrupt my work, you are very expendable. To me, you're still a worthless rodent beneath a human mask. I gave you your new identity. It's just as easy to take it away." They were venturing a winding staircase toward a darkened corridor. "Until you prove that you have some kind of redeeming worth, your life is under constant compromise. Speaking of which, you have a week to prove you're worth keeping before I take your life. Convenient for you; I've some business to take care of in Alexandria with Brahne Raza Alexandros XVI."
Freya paused at the mention of Brahne. "You're meeting with the Queen of Alexandria?"
He glanced back, still walking. "Yes. I've an offer Her Majesty can't afford to pass up."
She stayed, giving him a semi-skeptical glare. "Who exactly are you?"
Smirking to her, he answered grandly, "The Angel of Death."
She managed to hide a smile of accomplishment and asked casually, "Are you going to kill her?" Her voice was almost monotonous.
"Eventually, yes. But I need her for the time being," he replied, paying her little mind.
"What for? Why don't you just kill her? And then kill that brat of a daughter of hers?"
He stopped abruptly. Freya collided with the wall behind her, staring into his flexed palm that was inches from her face. Magic crackled threateningly between his fingers as sparks teased his flesh. She drew in a strained breath. "You will not disrespect My Canary," he growled with a dark, acidic glare.
"She has a purpose?" she asked fearlessly.
"That remains to be seen," he mumbled, pulling his hand away and stiffly continuing on.
It was none of her business really. And her meddling was starting to get on his nerves.
"You may stay in this room," he motioned to the door before them. He refused to show the chivalry of opening the door to a meddlesome rat like her. She was fortunate to fair so well in battle. No doubt she would prove far more useful than those mindless dolls, but her defiance was unwarranted.
"We leave at dawn. Be in the hangar by then. Ask one of the dolls to lead you there. I'm leaving you behind otherwise." Without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.
Freya entered the room and looked about. It was formidable. At least better than the barracks back home. In a way, this felt like a victory. Though she lost, her plan was progressing perfectly. She planned to spare the Auctioneer in Treno for his information on this so-called 'Angel of Death' when she ruled all of Gaia. Kuja was her meal ticket to ascension.
She smiled, staring up at the ceiling. All those people to fall victim to her lust for blood. Thinking about the cries of their imminent anguish brought ease to her mind. Lustful dreams of manslaughter visited her. And she enjoyed every minute of it.
