Her whole life, everything she went through… childhood trauma, joining victorious. Co, burning her school down, watching Armaros die, her last mission leading to this… her entire life was literally nothing, not even a slimmer of the pain she’s feeling right now.

stuck in the demon dimension.

there was already breaches in the fabric of space time in her world. Many bridging between Eleomel and the Demon dimension. Who would’ve guessed her mirror powers combined with the breaches could get her to open a portal leading there. A single puddle, fell through it, now there’s no way back…

she bangs her head into the puddle on the ground, begging life through big ugly sobs to go back to her world. This is hell, real hell, for her and literally. Home of demons, lava instead of water and a scorching heat. At least she still has her scythe and her powers.

nothing changes, not the head banging into the mud, not the begging to the goddess, not the stares of the eyes nearby. A human in the demon realm… RIGHT… what a joke…

she sobs, giving up on the portal that was long gone, sanity slipping already… She lays on her back, breath hitching from exhaustion. She can’t fall asleep now, there’s hostile creatures nearby with doubtful intentions… what can she do anyway?? Everything seems pointless.

Freya sits up, nickname given from the demon on her chest, one she earned with a childhood bloody rampage. She’s really just Xiàomiè, Freya is only her villainous persona… back in Eleomel. Now she doesn’t know if the name means anything now…

she looks around, scythe in hand, ready to attack any malicious demon that approaches