Wärme | A Frieren Fanfic

Prologue: The Demon of Time

Author: Even though we know that this is an Ubel fanfic..., there's still gonna be routes for Sense and Serie. 

Author: There will not be routes for Fern and Frieren. This is because you know who they belong to. 

Author: This fanfic was mostly born because we looked at Land and Ubel together and thought: 

IT SHOULD'VE BEEN US. NOT HIM. IT'S NOT FAIR.

Author: This is just a self-indulgent fanfic with our OC in it so enjoy.

Author: This entire fanfic will also be in first person. It will have mature themes such as blood, gore, violence, smut, self-harm and suicide. So if you're not a fan of those, then get out and read something better for your mental health.

Author: So with that out of the way, let this fanfic begin. 

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Demons are described by the mortals beneath them as monsters who wear their skin. Their words are nothing more than false deceptions to lead their victims straight to their demise. Their pride said to be so great that they would refuse to back down on their status, even if it kills them in the long run. 

This story may be about a demon. But this is about a demon who learned what it meant to be a human. 

This is a love story. 

For all great stories were born from love.

And my story starts in a cell. 

A dark, decrepit cell. The only sounds are the crickets in the night and the birds in the morning. The chains are enchanted with magic.  Magic from the Goddess. It burned my arms to the point where my skin turned black and black mana particles began to fly away. The same can be said for my ankles as well. There's barely any food. Water. Anything really. 

The only thing that changed were the guards that were sent to guard my cell. There are always two of them. Each of them wielded holy weapons. That irritated me to no end. Goddess this. Goddess that. Why did she look towards humans with such favor and not us demons? We're superior in every way. We are the ones who rightfully uses the gift of magic that she's bestowed upon us all. 

I lost track of time. 

Days became weeks. Weeks bled into months. Months... agonizingly became years. It was torture. To be suspended to a room where everything reminds you of the one thing you hated. And yet despite that, you can't even vent your anger. You can't kill. You can't hate. You can't curse. All you can do is slowly burn at the hands of the creator.

That was until the first day of my freedom. I didn't escape. I was set free. By the one who captured me here. 

It was a pink haired woman in her forties. Red rimmed glasses before her green eyes looked at me with curiosity rather than the apathy she had when she locked me up in the first place. She wore clothes of a commoner. Although I knew fully well that she was anything but. 

The last time we fought. Or should I say the first time, she summoned a great magic circle. And from that, chains burst forth and dragged me all the way to this cell I have the displeasure of calling home. It was supposed to be a normal village. Filled with innocent humans to kill at my leisure. If I had known that it was home to such a powerful mage, then I would've never made a lapse in my judgment.  

"Aufhören," She spoke, bringing me out of my rage filled gaze. Her voice was dignified. And yet it had a sense of faltering in it's duty. "The spell that can stop time. It's a spell that took me 5 years to master by studying it obsessively. Let me ask you this, demon, how long did it take for you to learn this spell. And don't lie. I will know. The Goddess always knows."