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Part 98

"Revenge......Revenge"
The word dripped from her lips like venom,
not screamed in rage, but whispered with the calm of one who has drowned in darkness and learned to breathe it.
Her smile was not sweet-it was a razor's edge,
sharp enough to cut through steel, cold enough to freeze fire.

"Revenge, Appa... it's not what they think.
It's not a fire that burns and dies.
It's a slow, patient poison that seeps into every part of you,
turning every breath into a countdown to their ruin."

She looked at the world with eyes that had seen hell-and had stayed.
Eyes that carried the weight of every scar they thought would break her,
and every betrayal they believed would bury her alive.

"They tore me apart, piece by piece,
like a child's broken doll left to rot in the cold.
They laughed as I shattered-
laughed when I begged, when I pleaded for a crumb of mercy that never came.
To them, I was nothing but a game.
A monster made to entertain their cruelty."
Her voice cracked-not with weakness, but with the unbearable memory of that pain, now sharpened into steel.

"But pain... pain is a gift.
Pain taught me how to become the nightmare they'll never wake from.
It taught me how to wear my wounds like Armor,
how to smile through the screams that echo in my mind at night."

She looks to the moon forward, slow and deliberate, like a shadow creeping across the walls of their fragile lives.

"I didn't come back for mercy.
I came back to be the reckoning.
To be the storm that drowns the sun.
When I returned, I wasn't the girl they broke.
I was the ghost in their halls.
The whisper in their ears.
The cold breath on the back of their necks."
Her smile curled into something darker, almost satisfied.

"I began quietly-destroying everything they built.
Their deals, their secrets, their power-all crumbled beneath my touch.
I watched from the shadows as they clawed at their empty hands,
wondering who was unravelling their world."
Her voice dropped, heavy with a cruelty born from endless nights spent alone with her rage.

"Then I came for them.
Not with fury, but with calculated calm.
I hunted them like a predator,
not because I wanted to kill, but because I wanted them to feel it-
the fear, the hopelessness, the inevitability of their fall."
Her eyes burned brighter now, alive with the fire of vengeance.

"I didn't kill them quickly.
That would be mercy, and mercy is a weakness I discarded long ago.
I tore them down piece by piece-
body, mind, soul-until all that remained was a broken shell begging for release.
And when they finally begged me...
when their eyes met mine and they knew who I was-
I burned them.
I burned their bodies, their pride, their legacy-
Stand there until nothing but ash remained."
She paused, letting the silence thicken like a shroud.
Then, with a voice colder than ice, she whispered:

"But Appa... this was only the beginning.
The first taste of the nightmare I've become.
They think they've seen the devil?
No.
They've only glimpsed her shadow.
The real darkness is yet to come."
Her stare pierced through the air, a promise and a curse intertwined.

"I am not just vengeance-I am the end of their story.
I am the nightmare they will never wake from.
I am the silence after the screams.
I am the shadow that consumes the light.
I am the devil they created,
and I am here to make them pay.

"When I came to Soul City with Eomma,
it wasn't my first time here.
No, I've been here before.
I know this place like I know my own blood-
its air, its scent...
Every corner whisper to me like an old memory.
Appa, I came here once on a mission.
But back then... I didn't just complete a task.
I created something.
A name.
An identity.
One that wasn't ordinary-
it was forged in fire and sharper than any weapon.
HE called her Jess.
And the one who made her-
he wasn't just anyone.
He was more dangerous than fire itself.
But Jess... she wasn't built to fight.
She was built to survive.
She didn't know how to fight, not really-
but she never let anyone see that.
She wore her weakness like Armor,
turned fear into a weapon,
and loved with everything she had...
because that's all she had.
After the mission, I left.
I never returned.
Until now.
Coming back here with Eomma for the first time...
every memory hit me like a storm.
Everything came flooding back.
And Jess...
she felt it.
She knew we had returned.
And now,
she's waking up again.
But I... I needed to be alone.
I needed to find someone.
The one person who made me what I am today.
And it wasn't a stranger, Appa.
It was someone closer than blood, not real but Blood.
Father's younger brother.
Yes, the one the world believes is dead.
Even Father believes it.
But he isn't dead.
I kept him alive.
Because how could I let him die so easily,
the man who never let me live?
He started this.
The monster I've become-
he lit the first match.
So how can I let it end before I do?
You know me, Appa.
I never leave anything unfinished.
I won't give him an easy death.
He doesn't deserve mercy.
He's not even truly alive anymore-
I've broken him so completely,
his soul is nothing but ash.
But even now...
I'm not done.
Not yet.
You see, I'm not that cruel.
I won't let him burn completely
before he sees Father again.
After all...
isn't he still Father's little brother?
Isn't he still my dear uncle?
And if they watched me burn together once...
wouldn't it be unfair to let either of them burn alone?
I'm not that heartless, Appa.
Am I?
This is what happens when you turn a girl into fire-
and expect her not to burn the world down."