Freya

After looking at the tablet, I shiver. Looking over at Tyrelius's frail body, I can't see him being scary. And I am scared. Not from his power. But two stats, his age, and his pain resistance. He is far older than anything I can even comprehend. And what did he have to go through to have a question marked pain resistance?

I look at the dark-haired boy, a grimace of pain on his face.

Turning back to the goddess, "What is the old man doing?" I ask the goddess. I know the goddess's name. But when talking to my patron, I feel like I should address her formally.

She ignores me and turns towards Tyrelius's mother, "As much as we hate each other, Celeste, I am willing to help you get him into the academy."

Celeste sighs, "What do you want?" She asks the goddess.

The goddess laughs before looking at Tyrelius, "I don't want anything per se, but I do want you to give Freya your blessing to court Tyrelius."

Celeste looks at her husband then at me, "Will you take care of him and protect him?" I nod my head. She continues, "I want you to tell me everything that goes wrong and a general update daily. If you do that, then you may court him."

My patron laughs, "If you would just remove your seal, you could go with him." Celeste growls at her and pulls her husband towards her.

"I am sorry, sister, but unlike you. I was able to find someone I loved. You old hag." Celeste says to her before looking back at Tyrelius. Love in her eyes as she brushes his hair. I wish I could be doing that as well.

Wait, no, I don't. Tyrelius is my polar opposite. There is no way anything will happen between us.

My patron looks over at me with an evil smile, "Are you perhaps developing feelings, my champion?"

I vehemently shake my head. In the corner of my eye, I see Tyrelius groaning in pain, "I can barely stand to be around him, and we are also too young."

The other two women snort. Celeste backs away from Tyrelius and looks at me, "Your physical form is easily changed,"

To prove her point, she snaps her fingers, and Tyrelius ages twelve years. The now eighteen-year-old Tyrelius looks much better.

His jet black hair is just a little bit longer than it was before and is in a mess. His jawline became much more prominent, and the tips of his canines poking through. He looks handsome but not enough to draw attention.

He grew to be six foot two inches and looks to be muscular. But not the kind with weightlifter muscles, but the compact muscle that is hard to see if covered.

Looking further down, I see that he has a nice.

SLAP

I get slapped in the face before I can finish my thought. Celeste glares at me while putting a cover of Tyrelius. "Don't just like him for his dick. While it was large, I don't want my son to only date a slut."

Her words sting. That is the last thing I would do. On Earth, I had enough boyfriends that only looked at me like a sex object. I shiver thinking about them. Thankfully my first past life wasn't bad.

My patron turns towards me with a devilish smile. She seems to smile in ways I don't like most of the time, "Now it is your turn."

Before I can react, the goddess snaps her fingers, and I feel my body changing. The ground gets farther away, and I can feel myself growing off-balanced.

When it is over, Celeste makes a mirror out of ice for me, "I will get you a nice dress," She says before leaving.

I look down to see that I am nude. I squeak before looking at myself. My dark black hair is still just past my shoulders, but it is slightly curly and covers part of my face. My dark violet eyes are somewhat hidden by a wild mess that is my hair. I look to be around five foot ten inches and would probably be as tall as Tyrelius in heels. My boobs grew but not enough to be overbearing. I would say a C cup.

Celeste walks back into the room carrying a silky violet dress. She hands it to me before stepping away, "That was going to be a present for your mother, but I think it will be used better with you."

Holding the dress out in front of me, I notice a few things. There is a slit on the right leg that goes up to my thigh. It has an open back and two straps that go to the front of my shoulders. The front of the dress is wide enough to see some of my boobs, but not too much. It is perfect to wear with Tyrelius around.

I start to put it on before stopping. I look over at Celeste with pleading eyes, "I need panties and a bra."

She sighs before walking away. Once she leaves, the chanting I had forgotten about stops, and the old man moves away from Tyrelius. He hands the staff back to the goddess before saying a few words. After she nods, the man bows his head and leaves through a portal.

My patron turns towards me at the same time Celeste enters and throws me my requested items. I quickly put everything on and look at myself in the mirror. The dress goes down far enough to look official, but not so far as to interfere in a fight. And it looks damn good on me.

The goddess clears her throat, "Tyrelius can be woken up at any time. I would recommend an abandoned mountain since he will probably freak out. And tell him he can make save points now," She says before opening a portal.

Celeste reaches towards her, "Wait, what do you mean? I thought you healed everything."

The goddess sighs, "I can heal anything physical, but he has so much mental trauma that I can't even last for a second in his mind. It is literally hell in there." She turns and stares at me, "Don't expect it to be easy to fix him."

With that, she leaves. The three of us all stare at Tyrelius before I raise my voice, "Waiting won't do us any good. I say we just go to an abandoned place and wake him."

Both parents nod.

Looking down at Tyrelius, I sigh. This will all be fixed soon.

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Tyrelius

It takes what feels like years to sort through my memories. At first, it was all just pain, but a bright light helped me focus, and I was able to push through the pain. Now I have to sort the thousands of years of experience into files. At least one of my lives fixed the memory problem. Now I have a giant library in my mind to sort through.

After another thousand years, I mentally stretch. The amount of things I have done is mind boggling. I mean, I never aged beyond fifty. My body worked like a machine, working on the next theory, die, and repeat till I got it right before moving on.

Well, for the most part, there are a couple thousand years that I don't want to look at. Those were when I snapped and went on killing sprees, or when I tortured people for fun, or making weapons of mass destruction and using them just because I could.

But those were the best years.

Shut it, voice. Now I have a few voices stuck in my head. Most likely fragments of my past that got stuck to my soul. I tried to fix it, but my soul is in a sort of limbo.

When are we going to go back out? I want to watch another city burn.

A vision of a tree with houses across the branches burning fills my mind. Elves jump from the trees and splat on the ground. Yeah, that is going into the restricted section.

Stop putting the cool stuff away. Just because I am the only voice you can hear doesn't mean there aren't others.

And you are all insane, so just fuck off. I push the voice deep into a padded mind space and lock the door. That should buy me a few hours of peace before he gets out.

I focus back on my lives and try to piece them together. From what I can tell, after meeting Freya for the first time. I made her into a threat and went on autopilot to get stronger. But it just happens that my autopilot went haywire.

Now back to sorting memories.

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Freya

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, shouldn't it be one of you to wake him." I ask Celeste.

She sighs and walks away with her husband, "I told you, you can't really die because of your patron and the fact you share a soul. Besides, I think it is romantic that you are willing to do this for him," She smirks at me before teleporting away.

I take a deep breath before crouching down. "Please don't kill me," I whisper in English before pushing my mana into his core.

His mana reacts and pushes mine away before channeling at incredible speeds. Tyrelius's body dims, and the world goes into a grayish hue.

Then I am sitting on a leather couch in the middle of a library. Across from me is an old man yelling at a shadow, "I told you to fuck off."

But you never promised me that you would get rid of her.

"No, I said I would destroy two cities if you left me alone."

The old man springs out of his leather chair before pointing a sword at the shadow, "One of the fucking years, I will trap you,"

You have been saying that for how many thousands of years? And yet you haven’t.

I hear the shadow laughing as it fades away. The old man doesn't even notice me before sitting down and reading. We sit in silence for a few minutes before I clear my throat.

He looks up at me in disinterest before looking back at the book, "Which of my lives are you from?" He asks while flipping the pages of the book.

My eyebrows raise, "You are Tyrelius?" I ask.

The man looks at me then down at himself, "You aren't one of the remnants, but I don't remember ever seeing someone like you." He stands up and walks over to a shelf of books.

So this is Tyrelius. How long has he been here to have to look like that?

He picks one up and quickly skims through it. After placing the book back, he sits back down, "Who are you?"

I look down at myself before casting an illusion. I change into the child version that he should know, "I am Freya, champion of life."

After staring at me for a few moments, he snorts, "You are that bitches chosen. I feel sorry for you. If my mother, who sealed herself at a demi-god level and beat her. She is pretty fucking useless."

Tyrelius looks up at the ceiling, a sad look in his eyes. I follow his gaze to find that instead of a ceiling. It is a starry night's sky, the stars glow brightly against the dark space, and meteor showers fly from one end to the other, "How long has it been? It must have been at least a few millennia before I re-organized everything, and you have a mature body now. So I assume you are at least a minor god."

"It has only been a few hours," I say while looking at the sky. It is beautiful yet so. Lonely. The picture-perfect sky yet, Tyrelius had to stare at it alone. Not once has he had anyone to share it with for thousands of years, "How did you stay sane?" I whisper.

He turns to me with a sad smile, "I didn't. I just kept the worst parts of myself locked away. You met my blood-thirsty side a second ago." I feel him let his aura out, and I crumble under the weight of his mind. Tears rain down my face as a limited portion of his loneliness floods over me.

Then the feeling is gone. Tyrelius stands up and sighs, "I will eject you from my mind. It should only take a few hundred years to finish in here."

He begins to wave his hand, "Wait!" I yell. He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. I stand up and look at him in the eyes, "I can stay here and help."

Tyrelius shakes his head, "That isn't possible. And you don't want to be stuck here with me. If I didn't have to deal with others, it would only take a few decades." A look of pain flashes across his face but quickly disappears.

"Well, I can at least stay and keep you company. It will only take a few minutes in the real world." I propose. My fingers clench down on my violet dress.

He looks up at the sky and stays silent for a few minutes, "Don't get in the way, and when one of the others comes here, you will need to be silent."

I nod my head at him. He looks at my head, and I feel his mental power going through my memories. He quickly retracts it and looks down at himself.

Tyrelius snaps his hand, and his shape changes, from that of the old man to his new adult body. A pair of black pants quickly forms around him. He mutters something before grabbing a black suit out of thin air. The suit is completely black except for the trim, which is a dark purple.

After he puts the suit on, he nods before looking at me. I didn't even notice that I was staring and feel myself blushing, "What do you want me to do?" I quickly ask before looking at the bookshelves.

"That is up to you. As long as it doesn't distract me too much, I don't care. You already have some influence on my soul space, seeing as you aren't naked." He turns away and picks up one of the thrown-about books, "Stupid fucking fractured soul," I hear him mumble.

I sit on the couch across from him and stare at his face while he reads. His face is expressionless and not super attractive, yet, I can't help but look at him. "How powerful are you?" I ask him.

Before he can answer me, the shadow returns. It flicks its wrist, and a white screen appears along with a projector. I will show you our power. It says before slapping the projector.

Tyrelius stands up but is forced down. The shadow shakes his finger at him. She asked the question, and an answer she will get.

Tyrelius shouts, but his cries are cut off by the shadow. The projector starts off with what I assume is Tyrelius's point of view, looking out over a massive city. Heavily reinforced and more than one army guarding it.

The Tyrelius in the video mumbles something in a different language before teleporting to the front of the army. A group of heavily armored men approach him along with a woman.

"Stop this, Tyrelius. You don't have to destroy this city," the woman says from behind the guards.

I hear Tyrelius laugh before he looks at her, "You are forgetting one thing. None of you can stop me. Not after you tried to poison me when I started to gain power." Tyrelius draws a sword of solid black metal and stabs it into the ground, "I loved you, Cass. I thought you would be the one." He turns and spits on the ground, "But like all the others, you betrayed me. Now you must suffer."

The view then switches from Tyrelius to that of an overhead shot.

After Tyrelius delivers his message, he lets his aura out. Not the repressed version I was against, but the fury of a god. The world goes black, and dragon wings spurt from Tyrelius's back. A dark suit forms over his body, along with a mask. Only his pitch-black eyes show through. His tail slithers behind him, the ebony point gleaming.

Row after row of soldiers drop to the ground while spitting up blood. Only the strongest don't die instantly. A division of mages step over the fallen soldiers and start to chant.

Black lightning falls from the sky and strikes at the mages. The magic knights protecting the woman named Cass charge at Tyrelius.

Seeing them running toward him, Tyrelius starts to laugh. He then vanishes, and when he reappears, the knights drop to the ground, each with a large hole in their chest.

After a few more minutes of fighting, Tyrelius stands in front of Cass, covered in blood that isn't his. Corpses litter the ground. Cass looks at Tyrelius unperturbed, "I wish things could have ended differently. But we are too much alike," She says before two black daggers fly towards Tyrelius.

Tyrelius bats them aside before rushing Cass. What follows is too fast for me to keep up with. Just the flashes of light from spells and blurs of both of their moving bodies. But when it ends, Tyrelius is standing above a wounded Cass. He looks her in the eyes before frowning, "When we meet again, I will make sure you don't come back." With that, he decapitates her.

Tyrelius looks away from the battlefield and towards the city. "You aided her. This is your fault," His voice echoing over the space before he teleports away.

The view shits back to Tyrelius as he looks at the city from a distant mountain top. He looks at the sky, "Remember, future me, this is why we must be ruthless. Why we must not love. And most of all, why we must be strong."

To prove his point, he snaps his fingers, and the city in the distance explodes. As the dust settles, nothing but a large crater remains in its place.

The projector shuts off, and Tyrelius is able to talk again. He jumps out of his seat and stabs the shadow with the sword of light, "She didn't need to see that. Remember, that was you and not me." He yells at the shadow as it disappears.

I slowly back away and get ready to run. After a few moments, Tyrelius returns back to his normal states and looks at me, "Sorry about that, something about him just makes me so angry."

Nodding my head, I sit back down. He sighs before picking up another book, "That sword should keep him away for a few years."

"Then why don't you use that all the time?" I ask him.

He gestures to the library and then towards the sky, "This place is my soul, and that sword can be seen as soul energy. It takes time to replenish it." He taps his chin a few times before looking at his book, "I should be able to do it again when I am done. That should keep his control to a minimum."

I look at him, "Of course his control is at a minimum now, and yet he could still control you." I sigh before leaning back, "Can you tell me about some of your happier lives?"

He smiles at me before setting the book down, "No."