If there was anything that she felt when she entered the tower of nimrod. It was hate. She hated all of it. A world that compresses worlds in one single tower in a single space. To develop this kind of tower was the same as manipulating reality to the point of creating a new bauble, a world that belonged to the Eon-Father.

He was trying to create a whole world for himself, a world where he ruled supreme with his own rules. To do that he was trying to test my children into becoming the cores of the world, she thought. But by what right does he have to capture them and turn into a source of power? Two innocent infants forced to become a holder o many worlds! By what right did he have to take my children from me? By what right?

When she landed into the worlds. She heard the cries of her children. Their painful moans that continue to echo. The worlds itself were continuously expanding and by making use of the tower as a catalyst for growth and her children as fuel

The pain of being ripped apart without even knowing they are being ripped apart. What kind of monster would device such bastardy? How dare he? How dare they make use of my son and daughter!

“Stop!”

She saw the deities of many worlds come down. She smiled. “So this is where you were hiding?”

“You fool! What have you done!?”

The Burnt Woman moved her finger. The deity who said that word had his body pierced by the sun’s light. The sun extended and stabbed the deity until his soul became food for the Burnt Woman. She grabbed the other deities. “Here you are leeches, improving your powers by making use of MY children. MM BLOOD. MY BELOVED. HOW.DARE.YOU.ALL.”

The deities who tried to act were instantly enveloped by the sun’s light.

Their bodies burned into ashes. The deities immediately returned to their human form without a scratch. This time she held their souls and continued burning them. Their life force continuously flowing in her body. Their memories of cultivating their power in this world made her head go blank. She lashed her power and immediately split worlds apart.

She calmed herself and looked at the sundered wasteland she instantly created. Her eyes went blank. This is what you are, a fool, a witch, a monster, a devil in disguise. This is what you are. It doesn’t matter what you are. Just don’t let them become like you.

She moved to another world filled with those of the dead. Creatures that did not have any flesh on them. These creatures were abominations and the continuous. They were not given any rest. One of them resembled someone who she thought dear. A Revenant that still lived but has lost his mind.

“Rest now, Revenant.”

But why!?

Tell me, what did I do wrong?

Even if you had abandoned me, I would always have loved you.

If this is the only way, then at least let me look at you.

I just wanted to protect you…what is so wrong about that?

I know that that I am a creepy bastard that can’t take a hint for thirty-years. But what’s so wrong with wanting to love? I just want to give my life to the one who will save the world? What’s so bad about that?

The Burnt Woman recalled the barely breathing Knight of hers. The one who followed her in a repetition of time. She had planned the loop to fully utilize the chance. She was planning to lure the time wraiths and devour them. When she has them devoured she would be able to pursue true power. She did. She had spent uncountable years to develop her powers. Yet in he stayed the same. There were times where he wasn’t part of the loop. There were times where he would appear later but in the end, it's always the same. The same tear-filled face. The same dying body that has forgotten when to give up. It took her a long time to make him hate her. And only when she had revealed some of the darkness that was inside of her. Still, she believed that he was the same. The Old Revenant who waited for the Pale Shine Lady. The Knight that stood up to her. She was the Burnt Woman. Even in the many times that she had tried to manipulate him. The times where she made him do her bidding. The blind fool was loyal, not knowing, that she was just someone who was a greater part of the woman he fell in love. He was someone who loved deeply. She couldn’t hate that.

Ah, I really did fell…I guess that’s it.

She was resolute in this belief of hers. That man had left this bauble and returned to his home. A home that he belonged. It was his right and his reward after enduring so much. Still, there were large parts of her that wanted to see him again. Even if she had no right after what she had done.

“This is different,” she said. “This is not about me, it was never about me or him. This is about two babies crying their hearts out. Against their will. Against anything. I don’t want them to cry. I don’t want to hear them cry. I may not be a good person, but I will not let someone who has done nothing wrong to feel this pain because of me.”

She couldn’t let go. She did not dare to let go. She fought the Gods and destroyed worlds for the sake of her goals. It was never about her wants or desire. It all changed the moment she heard the voices of her children inside that cold cave. To use them. To exploit them was worthy of her anger. For the sake of her children, the Burnt Woman would destroy anyone. No one in the world could stop her from rescuing them.

Her will was fueled by anger and despair. The anger of what they had done and the despair of not being able to rescue them sooner.

“Rory, Eira, mother’s coming!