Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 438

Chapter 438: The Gaze of a Goddess
Despite the world being thrown into chaos once again, this time, everything was different for one person. She was the noblest of existences, once a goddess from a real above, doomed to fall because of her arrogance and refusal to become a tool.

Her name was Freyja Larum Asteria, princess of the Silver Lance.

“Lady Freyja, will you accept my proposal?” Asked a handsome man with hair as gold as the stars and eyes like the moon shimmering with radiance.

“Aries, huh… Sorry, but I am not interested in you.” Freyja’s voice was cold and empty as she seemed to gaze into the distance, her body and eyes lacking any life or desire.

“What do you mean? I am the strongest god in this realm. I defeated all your suitors! Your father–”

“What about that bastard? Did he perhaps tell you I would wed you if you did this?”

A monotone voice, a dull pair of lifeless eyes and a beautiful silver goddess with clipped wings. Her father, one of the strongest existences in all the unified realms, refused to allow her freedom. No matter how often she tried to escape, no matter how far she ran, they always found her and brought her back.

Thus, after three thousand years of constant rejection, Aries, the strongest of the twelve Golden Gods and son of the king of the God Realm, had finally cornered her and was attempting to take her as his wife.

A price for his help to help the emperor, her father, keep the twelve realms in line. Now, the other eleven golden gods were weak, their strongest heirs dead at the hands of this man.

‘No matter how strong I become, even after destroying the void who sought to destroy father’s countless worlds… He still forces me to marry a disgusting man!’

The girl’s body trembled in anger, a dull pain spreading within her mind. She could feel it, the thousands of threads her father had left behind, ready to bind her and prevent her from fighting back.

“Lady Freyja, Please reconsider.”

However, she also saw it at times… a distant future, one where she would become a villainess in order to find freedom and help create the only man who could understand her.

Despite knowing this future existed, her heart ached, knowing the pain and suffering that he would suffer should she take this path. That small future carried thousands of dark, unsavable futures but only ONE where he would become happy.

‘How many times have I tried, my divine power cannot last…’

That’s right. From the moment Freyja saw that future, Freyja began to shred her divinity in order to form his body and create that future. The agony of suffering any damage to a person’s divinity would be like putting their soul through a meat grinder a thousand times, even for the smallest cut.

‘My soul… and his body are almost complete… However, that damned Divine Cult, how could they keep sending this moron to me, even when I beat him within half an inch of his life and stole both vials of their divine phoenix blood to give to ‘him’ to add to his future power.’

This would have been fine had they not figured out her plans. Every time she attempted to destroy the void and use that as an excuse to finish the preparations. Her father would send Aries and force her to flee and stop her actions to create her ideal spouse.

‘But his body is now in the final stage—no matter what, the divine soul will be born in the world of mortals. He will suffer 8 times, then on the ninth… He will be ready, fufu. Since he has mostly phoenix blood, should I call it the Nine Plumes of Profane Destruction? Since my divinity is destruction, and he is the profane prince that will save me from this hell?’

“DON’T IGNORE ME WOMAN! I HAVE BEEN TOLERANT ENOUGH!”

“Aries…”

In truth, Freyja’s divine strength was all but gone, like a broken kite without a string. With nothing else to lose, she would give that boy the last threads of her divinity and become a part of the abyss, and with that, the girl would seal her father’s ability to track her or interfere, and she would fall to the mortal realm of her own accord.

“I know how you feel.”

“What do you—”

“Please stop talking, your father has already begun the proceeds. We will be married today, if you don’t stop resisting, I will have to make sure you cannot escape.”

Aries extended his hand toward the goddess, a beautiful smile on his face as his fingers shone with golden light. This light was an ability that would create a permanent binding link, one that would forever connect them and cause him to gain a portion of her divinity and power, forcing her into a state where she would be nothing more than a glorified decoration, a woman to bear his children.

‘Goodbye… My sweet Prince.’

Freyja saw the incoming attack, and as it came close, she used the very last of her power and held out her arms, accepting the shackle. However, before Aries could celebrate, a black dagger… soaked in darkness, the power of the abyss, a deadly poison to all gods, appeared in her hand as she cut the chain and stabbed her chest.

“You?!” Aries looked upset, while Freyja’s face, for the first time in thousands of years, showed a beautiful and peaceful smile as her body, skin, and eyes turned black—even the divinity of Aries began corrupting as she offered everything to the boy who would soon be born, as a young black dragon prince.

“Why…..why can’t it be me?! Frey!”

‘Ah… that fool called me as if we were close. What an annoying bastard… Shut up and let me sleep. From now on, I shall abandon my titles and everything and become a fallen goddess.’

When she saw Aries look at her with his pained eyes. ‘No, that’s not pain but obsession… he won’t let me go even in death…’ Freyja’s body, covered in darkness, was expelled from the upper realms of the golden gods and fell into the mortal world like a comet. Her power and divinity leaked like a loose tap.

‘Ah… I chose right, this world is where he will live his final life and finally we can meet…’

The next moment her mind and world turned blank, the impact causing the world to shatter, an enormous continent split into three pieces… One drifted to the west with both elves and strange monsters with green skin, while a southern continent devastated by her landing turned to dust and sand.

Meanwhile, the safest continent only suffered damage from a tidal wave, and its lands were split with a vast mountain range forming in the east and a large island to the south.

To the north, an island shaped like a crescent moon covered in dark, demonic energies that her body expelled. This continent would be where the kingdom of Silvara would be founded in two thousand years.

Freyja’s fall created this world, and the existences that would live in each part, thanks to the last flickers of her divinity, and the abyss lingering in her body caused the gateway that linked it to the weakest layer of the Abyssal kingdoms.

The goddess worshipped by the elves, monsters, and demons was all Freyja.

These events and praise were the only reason she survived.

***

A pair of golden eyes lingered on the distant forest while the beautiful woman who shone like the moon seemed frozen in time without emotion or breath. Only watching the forest with her shimmering eyes that resembled the sun.

‘Asura, no matter how much I’ve watched you in this little time. You never cease to make my chest flutter.’

“He’s come so far that I pray those fools up there will leave him alone…”

Sometimes, she even thought that just watching him like this would be enough. Freyja didn’t know the future anymore, nor could she see it clearly, as she gave her divinity to Asura. The beautiful man now fluttering across her gaze in the city of Arachneas.

“Fufu, so cute! When you are not trying to kill things, you are laughing and teasing girls. How funny, do you plan to make that lovely spider fall for you too?”

Her gentle voice was filled with laughter, even though her eyes lacked emotion or life, her tone was one of a kind and gentle mother.

“Will you kill me when you finally surpass me, Asura? Though I might have thought twisting your destiny back then was the right choice… If you alone cannot forgive me, I will accept anything you throw at me…”

‘Do not worry, I will hurt none of those who you hold dear. How else do you think none of them have been hurt or taken by others and you live this life as if you are in a novel?’

Her gaze became one of sadness as she leaned over toward Silvara’s capital. “Even now, those filthy people seek to betray or cause you harm. This is the only way I can bring them all into the light and crush them. So your future is bright, and filled with warmth.”

‘Worry not, I will become the great enemy. So that you feel no guilt or sorrow.’

“For now, I will protect that girl in the west. A lovely princess with long ears, who loves you with such a lovely and naive heart.”

Freyja’s figure vanished with the flicker of wind and the desolate area she sat now sprouted beautiful flowers, flora and trees.