Intro
There have been very few things in life that have bothered me so far. Like where I’m right now. It’s not the place, the foul smell, the dirt, the crawling reptiles, or the occasional torture. Not even these chains that lock me in place, but Her. I have been trapped in this s**t hole for two millennia now, and she just can’t stop talking! Blabbering all, f*****g day. I got to be real. She is a genius, this is, without a doubt, the worst torture I have ever experienced in my whole existence. Can’t she, just, stop, talking, for, f**k, sake! Just stab a knife in my f*****g ears already!
I would like to say some days, but at this point, I don’t really know exactly when the heck I am, or how much time has passed... exactly. So, let’s just say I often see myself killing this b***h by hand. Clawing her tongue off while she screams.
It’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane in this place. Oh, sweet pleasure. I can already taste it. Sweet revenge, so f*****g late, sweet revenge.
And how did I get myself in this trouble you might ask? Why am I chackled to the dirty ground, half naked and beaten, smelling like death, going crazy? Because kids, no good deed goes unpunished.
Oh yes, all this “enduring”, all for Téra, that mischievous playboy. f*****g bastard, and his schemes. Shitty brother at that.
You see, Téra never had asked anything of me. Well, he had never acknowledged me much, just like any of my brothers. I was quite used to it actually. Being the bastard daughter, “brat”, “pest”, you know... Ever since I got to the Triade temple, I was treated like garbage. Worse than creation, and aberration even for those who lived to serve.
So, when my handsome big brother came knocking, I got intrigued, … and ruined my life. The dumb part of this is, I'm clairvoyant. I knew exactly where I was getting myself into, or at least the most probable future...you see that dumb s**t is not set, Desdrian often changes his mind, and, Ligna in all her might, bestowed all creation with freewill, and I was young... and stupid.