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The night before a witch's wedding is one that is filled with much delight and nerves, and in Freya's case, it seemed to be doubled. For she paced in the room she was given, to spend the night away from Faustus, wondering.....would the Dark Lord visit her? Did she want him to? It was long standing tradition that the Dark Lord would only visit the most devoted bridesmaids to...christen on their wedding night. She had been waiting since midnight and her fear only grew when on the strike of three am, did a low growl echo through the room and the the entire room went dark, save only from going totally so by the fire's light that seemed to emanate from the Dark Lord, himself, as he stepped slowly into the room. Dropping to her knees, she waited as the Dark Lord took his time approaching her and when she felt the clawed hand grips her shoulder, she softly gasped.Tears had formed in her eyes and she didn't know what she was crying for because it was considered a great honor for the Dark Lord to visit a bride on the eve of her wedding, and he had chosen to visit her. She was a bundle of nerves, trembling ever so slightly but trying not to show it as he reached around and turned her towards him. Taking one clawed finger, he tilted her head up so that her eyes met and held his. His head tilted slightly at seeing her tears, but he let out a soft rumbling purr as they stood there, contemplating each other for a moment, before he spoke.
"Freya Hew..." Her name came rumbling out of that mouth and it made her stiffen as she knelt there, watching him. "You are one of my most devoted servants, for your upbringing has not tempered your faith. For that, I chose to visit and reward you amply."
She shivered again as surely this was the moment that it would happen. He would take her, bless her in the way that only the most devote sought. "Lord....I am yours, to command." Her voice was strong but the waver was still heard as she tried not to be afraid. She should be flattered, proud that the Dark Lord had chosen to come to her at all. For this was not the first time he had come to her. She watched as he stared at her, his goat ears flickering as if to catch her words, and that soft rumbling purr echoed out of his chest as he took a few steps back, and reached with clawed hand to almost tenderly, caress her face. Which made her gasp and close her eyes as she tried to keep her emotions at bay.
"You are chosen, Young One." His voice suddenly rung out. "I chose you, because of your faith, your devotion to the Coven, and to your High Priest. You are young, and still have much to learn, but I come bearing gifts for you, Freya Hew."
"I am...unworthy of your gifts, Lord." She whispered out from where she still knelt.
"Whose fire do you think burns within you?" He suddenly asked as he almost glared down at her, causing Freya's eyes to furrow as she looked up at him. "You have only to feel it, within you to know that you are MY chosen. It rests, within your very skin." So saying, those claws once more caressed her cheek and ran slowly down her neck to her shoulder. "You are more worthy of my attentions and gifts then ANY in this Coven, that includes you Priest!" His voice growled as if anger and she nearly quivered in place, as she bit her lip and bent down in a prostrate position, as she had been taught to do.
"Forgive me, Lord. I meant no disrespect." Her voice wavered again as a few tears escaped unbidden, much to her horror.
Then, something unheard of happened. The Dark Lord bent a knee, to Freya, and lifted her back up to look at him! The Dark Lord NEVER bent the knee, to anyone, and he did so instead of telling her to rise. "You have strength, Young One. That is good. For you will need it with what is to come." He rose once more to cloved feet and motioned to her to do the same. "Your fire is something to learn of, and not be afraid of. Your Priest will help you, but I have come, to give you something more...useful." With a wave of his hand, Freya gasped deep in her chest as she suddenly felt something wash over her. It was like magic, but magic she had never felt before. "This rests within you, Freya. You have always had it. I merely bring it out in you now, so learn to control it. Do NOT fear it, My Child, for with it, you could be GREAT and do MY Will!"
Freya looked down at her hands as the fire flared to life at just a thought, but instead of a smaller flame like normal, it engulfed her whole arm, with red, bright fire. "You will be my Sword, Freya Hew." The Dark Lord nodded faintly as with a wave of his hand, the fire extinguished. "Born in servitude, branded in bondage, and forged in fire of your own making, you will do my Will when the time comes for it. But warning do I leave you with...." Here he held up a clawed finger as he continued.
"Danger is coming. To this Coven, to your Priest. Protect him, protect them with the fire I have given you, with the powers you now posses...and you will be untouchable! Do MY WILL and you will never falter ever again! Save your Priest and you and he will live untold ages together, chosen as mine!"
Freya trembled now but for an entirely different reason as she could feel the magic deep within her. She knew it had always been there, but she had long since locked it away. To afraid to even let it manifest itself within her. Now, it was as if the Dark Lord had unlocked those doors within her with a wave of his hand and she....felt it, flowing through her like water. She would learn, and be vigilant.
The Dark Lord took a few steps closer to Freya as she was lost in thought and it took her by surprise when a clawed finger tilted her head back up to meet his gaze.
"You, are my Chosen. My Sword. My Hammer and Anvil. In you, I shall live, for I give you my blessing, my Fire for it was yours at your birth. You will never falter again, Freya Hew if you learn, and are watchful. Protect them, My Child. Keep your Priest close, do this and I shall return." So saying, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, thus in a sense marking her and turned to leave.
Only when the room went black once more and the normal lights return did Freya make it to her bed before she fell upon it. Gasping as she thought of all that had just transpired. The Dark Lord had visited her, but he didn't take her. But, he had done something to her for she felt different inside. Stronger. Standing, she walked over to her mirror and caught a glimpse of his mark on her forehead before it bled into her skin and when she looked at her own eyes, they seemed to swirl with hellfire before they returned to normal. She wasn't exactly sure about all the Dark Lord had said, but he had been here and he had marked her again. It was an experience that she would never forget.
Posted on Fanfiction .net as as "Before Freya's Wedding, Chapter 1".
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