Foolish Villainess

What is Freesia?

Do you think...there is such a thing as freedom in our world? If there really is I should be able to cut my strings and live freely.

But, when was I ever the type of person to believe in something like the concept of freedom? Freedom, doing the things you want...you can't seriously believe that right? You'll always be restricted to the laws of the world.

Hey, Author? If you are a merciful god like they proclaim, why are you doing this to me? Why me?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Is it fun? Is that what it is? Hey! Give me a answer already! I'm done with this play of your's! I'm done with everything you set up for me...why...? Why is me specifically?

Because it's fun...because I want to....

Is that really your answer? Why...god aren't you supposed to be the definition of benevolence? You torture me on a whim! Because you just want to?!

You are just another character...why should I care about what I can't feel?

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"God...I'm your only believer now, so why don't you give me a message again?" The dark haired girl entwined her fingers  and looked as if she was praying to god. It would have looked angelic if it were not for the destruction around her.

Her delicate eyes fluttered open to show her golden irises. Her whole face had a blank look as she got up from her praying position, her fingers unraveled and clenched tightly by her side.

"Really? You aren't even going to respond...even when your people are completely wiped out?" The girl talked to nothing in a mocking tone, snickering after saying it. Even so, she knew.

I still control you...always. Even if everybody forgets me, you never will be able to, you fanatic.

The voice that rang in her head, it had no gender associated with it. It rang in her head...but didn't. It was more like..like the words were shown directly to her in her head.

"You sadistic f*cker...I hate you..I hate you...go away...."

The girl seemed to have broken after those words. She collapsed on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably, her face distorted when she cried. That day, those words, that feeling, she'd never forget them.

"Ahaaaah...*sniffle*....haaa..uwg..."

Her crying resounded in the destroyed church, footsteps were heard in the distance. As they drew closer, they became louder and louder, and as it reached a stop behind her, she could hear the clank of it's armor.

"Witch, you shall be executed by me today. For the destruction you have caused to the amethyst kingdom and the blasphemy you have committed against god." His words were with confidence and conviction.

Her sobbing stopped, that's right. It's okay now, because this person is here. This person she will always meet, the same beliefs, the same ending, the same...same treatment.

They are more pitiful than her, it's okay. They are also being used by the author too, it's okay. They are always with her, it's okay.

"God, is this the destiny you have bestowed upon me? You really are the cruelest being alive, you know that?" The tears that streamed down her face had stopped and a small smile replaced her deep frown.

Her eyes remained red from the previous crying and tears marks littered her face. As she stood up, the brown cloak she wore extended and she turned to face the man behind her.

"..."

The man had no words for her, either out of anger or surprise from her tears. An indescribable smile appeared on the girl's face as she walked forward with her arms extended. Looking as if she was asking for a hug.

Right then, a sword pierced through her stomach. The pain was nothing, after she had lost all hope from that life, she soon lost her senses as well. Her eye sight, her hearing, her feeling, eventually she couldn't even feel pain.

She never knew in those lives she couldn't feel anything if it was all a bad dream.

She struggled to slide down to the hilt on the blade more and more as she spat out blood. Her legs gave out and she collapsed on the floor, her face became a dangerously pale color as more blood seeped from her.

"Ah...Ah..Ahaha...." She laughed under her breath even in a situation like this. She could feel it, see it, hear it. Her messiah, yes, he was truly the benevolent being instead of that sadistic god.

He was the one that gave her hope in her toughest time, the one that shined a light in her dark views, and the one...that gave her the feeling of being alive again means. The pain he inflicted on her, it was her wake up call.

"N-..na..me"

"My name? A witch like you doesn't need to know such things, but if you insist. I am Fredrick, a knight of the amethyst kingdom." The man's silver hair seemed to glisten under the sun and his ironic amethyst purple eyes seemed to shine as he spoke.

"A..ha...haaa..." The girl's eyes began to close as her blood created a pool around her. Her arms out stretched took the man in and covered him in her blood. In this life, she wanted this to be her last action.

"I..lo..ve...you..."

My messiah.

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Freesia has many different meanings in the flower language, and I mean all of them in my title. Mostly freedom then, so the title would have been 'What is Freedom?'. I'd say I'm pretty proud of this extra, it shows her past and breezes through some of her lives.

Someone in the previous chapter asked if her reincarnations had such a small gap period. To explain, she reincarnates as soon as she dies, there is no gap period in between. She can reincarnate into any body, either a already fully grown one or even a baby. That's all, see ya.