Trigger Warning: Torture
You have been warned.
In a dark room, Ryn's wrists were chained up to the wall. She was naked, but both fresh and dried blood pretty much acted as her clothes. Layers of dirt caked her wounded skin, and maggots were eating away at her largest wounds. Her once lustrous red-hair were frizzy and were home to various bugs.
There was another woman in that room, who wore thick gloves and held a steel rod, dipping the tip of it into a small cauldron full of molten steel. The glow of the molten steel reflected back at her eyes, her breathing shallow from excitement.
When she lifted the rod, she realized that the tip of it was a little deformed, so she decided to quickly dip the rod into a tub of water to solidify it. She then tried tapping the metal rod against a stone table, to make sure it was solid, before she turned around to face Ryn.
"One hot metal rod coming up." She muttered under her breath, which was a little shaky from excitement.
She raised the rod up to Ryn's face and used as a light source, casting a faint, red glow on her ashen complexion, sunken cheeks, and baggy eyes. But in those eyes was a will that would never die down.
"Ah . . . those beautiful eyes . . ." The woman gazed at Ryn's red irises with affection Her eyes were the only part of Ryn that she never touched, only because she was afraid to ruin its beauty.
". . . Let's get right into it shall we . . ?" The woman grinned, shifting the steel rod towards near Ryn's left. "Let's have our foreplay."
Then, without warning, she drove the steel rod into Ryn's shoulder. Ryn grinded her teeth and let out a suppressed groan, while arching her neck in reflex. Her whole body tensed as her eyes teared up.
After such a long time being subject to torture, there was a fact that she had learned: pain was something that nobody can ever get used to.
The torturer's eyes were shaped into crescents as she pulled the rod from Ryn's flesh. It left a gaping, charred hole on her already wounded shoulder. A short moment afterwards, fresh blood began to leak from the burnt wound.
The torturer really liked it when that happened. Charred wounds usually didn't bleed, but there was something fascinating about Ryn's body. The deeper she went under her skin, the more difficult it was to deal any kind of damage.
The woman admired Ryn's contorted face for a while, before she held the steel rod by the middle using only one hand. She then used the other to squeeze Ryn's cheeks to force her to open her mouth. Ryn stiffened her neck and tried to move her face away, but the strength of the woman prevented her from doing so.
And when she couldn't take the pain of having her cheeks pressed hard against her teeth, Ryn opened her mouth, into which the torturer ruthlessly jammed the glowing hot rod.
As Ryn didn't open her mouth fully, the metal rod crashed against her incisor teeth, breaking them, before going all the way against the back of her throat.
Ryn's eyes widened from the sudden pain, and she gagged. Blood splurted out from her nose and began to dye her white sclera red. Her reflex was to cough but the extra pain she underwent upon each one made her not want to.
The action would have melted Ryn's throat and killed any mortal right away, but since Ryn wasn't, it didn't kill her.
You could draw blood from her neck, but lopping her head off wasn't possible. You could break her arms and legs, but even hydraulic press machines would break if it tried to crush her head. Poisons of all sorts worked its initial effects on her just fine, but her death via poison wasn't a thing.
If this was a game where life was measured in HP, then the game would never allow Ryn's HP bar to fall into the red-zone. The reason lied within the fact that Ryn was immortal. Ryn was an everbeing.
But although she was immortal, she wasn't exempt from most other universal rules.
Ryn's breath was shaking uncontrollably at that point, and tears mixed with blood ran down her cheeks. Ryn wasn't crying from the self-pity or the pain-- or maybe she couldn't even be considered crying at all. It was just her body's natural response to physical stress.
Ryn would never cry willingly over something like this-- or so she'd like to think, but the worst had yet to come.
With a crazed look in the torturer's eyes, she slowly lowered herself down, aimed the rod upwards, and looked up to Ryn, grinning with sadistic lust. "Well then, here I go~!"
Inch by inch, the torturer pushed the rod upwards, closer and closer as it approached Ryn's body. Ryn attempted to bring her thighs together, but as her ankles were chained apart, it proved impossible.
And as the rod of glowing steel met Ryn, she let out a bloodcurdling scream. The clinking of cold steel rang repeatedly as she struggled against the chains in vain. She grinded her broken teeth together and did her best to suppress the screams along with the storm of profanity that wanted to fly out of her mouth.
The torturer's breath was speeding up at the sight, and she temporarily stopped pushing the steel rod upwards and waited for Ryn to calm down a little.
When she did, the torturer let out one expectant giggle and pushed the steel rod a little upwards, making Ryn scream once more.
Her limbs restrained, the tension of her muscles ran back and forth all throughout her body. Her toes curled, her broken nails pushing against the fingers it grew out of as she balled her hands into fists. She was grinding her teeth together so hard that those who were still intact began to crack. Tears were being squeezed out of her eyes which were shut tight.
The torturer gulped. It was too much. The sight was too lovely. Too arousing. She was just a lowly torturer back then who took pleasure in the pain of others, but then the gods offered her a job. She was just going to torture someone day and night. Someone immortal.
How many years had it been? 27 years, and she had never gotten bored once. After all, it never were just steel rods. Various weapons, items, animals that were dead or alive, insects-- the weapons of torture were endless once she didn't have to worry about accidentally killing her toy. She could focus solely on the fun.
The torturer made a low, infatuated giggle as she stirred, the smell of burnt flesh and piss tickling her nose.
The next few minutes were full of Ryn's screams and the manic laughter of the torturer, who finally pulled the cold steel out. For some reason, hot things cooled down quickly when faced against Ryn. Probably because she's immortal, the torturer always thought.
When the torturer turned around, Ryn was finally able to take a break. Strength had left her whole body, and she lay suspened against the wall, having a hard time breathing because of tension on her shoulders and ribcage.
Ryn blinked very slowly as the searing pain faded into prickly numbness. Her vision was blurred from the tears, and her mouth was full of blood from broken teeth.
Then suddenly, a small, blue orb materialized in her mouth. She was surprised for a moment, and then she began to laugh without a sound under her raspy breath.
Ryn was powerful as she is immortal. However, her offense power stemmed mostly from her ability to command magic. The anti-magic shackles that restrained Ryn prevented the regeneration of any and all mana.
However, Ryn didn't reach the realm of everbeings because she was lucky. She had amassed countless tricks and knowledge, dirty ways to get around the rules and laws of the world.
She was able to channel just a teeny, tiny bit of mana-- so tiny that she herself couldn't feel it unless she was in her best condition. She channeled that mana separately from her body and slowly developed it, cloaking its slow but steady growth using various tricks. Once it got condensed enough, it would materialize and appear in her mouth.
'After 27 f*cking years, I finally gathered enough.' She grinned, baring her bloody and broken set of teeth. 'After tweeenty-seven f*cking years!'
Ryn's had enough. She didn't waste any time and used her burnt tongue to bring the blue orb close to her throat, and she swallowed.
As vigor returned to every cell in her body, she made sure to not make a move. Her wounds began to heal perfectly, not even leaving a scar, and her mana capacity was being filled to the brim.
Still shackled, she then cast a spell that canceled noise, before using her now magically-reinforced strength to snap the chains and free herself.
When the torturer was finished heating up the rod again, she turned around, only to see Ryn standing there. She looked gorgeous-- perfect, even. Now that she was clean, unhurt, and free, her body paired with her gorgeous face was something to die for.
That wasn't the case for the poor, sadistic torturer, however. She would die though.
Without wasting any time, she threw the glowing rod at Ryn's face and dashed away, but she would be underestimating Ryn if she thought that would even help her in any way. Perhaps seeing Ryn so helpless after more than two decades made her think Ryn wasn't too strong.
Ryn caught the the rod thrown at her with one hand and waved the other at the air, causing an invisible force to wrap around the torturer's body and bring her close to Ryn.
By the next second, the rod that Ryn was holding began to glow bright completely. Lots of steam rose from Ryn's hand, but she wasn't feeling any pain, nor was she taking any damage.
Using her control over the invisible force holding the torturer, she turned her around to see her terrified face. Ryn then began to speak, a forced smile on her face, "You sure gave me lots of your love. I would say that I want to return the favor and keep you around as a toy, but--"
Ryn's forced smile vanished completely, "I can't lie to myself in this case. I want to f*cking kill you right away."
Not letting the torturer utter a word, she added some length to the metal rod and used the invisible force to position her right, and then skewered her, creating lots of steam and killing her instantly.
She then just let her drop down to the ground and conjured tank-tops and shorts for her to wear. She sighed and muttered to herself, "If hell is even worse than my last 27 years, then I'm never letting myself get dragged there."
She then rubbed her forehead with her fingers and thought out loud worriedly, "I wonder when I'll ever get to enjoy sex again."
She paused for a bit and jugged her memory about what she once planned to do after her escape. "Ah, right, now I remember."
She closed her eyes and sent her spirit to the realm of Karma without much effort. When Ryn opened her eyes, she found herself in an open space that seemed to stretch infinitely on all sides. The floor was made of some kind of mirror, which showed the reflection of everything above it clearly.
Not too far from her was a person that looked exactly like Ryn, except her hair and eyes were darker than night, and her skin was whiter than snow. She wore clothes of the same style as what Ryn wore, but they were all colored grey.
That person was like a greyscale version of Ryn, and that person was the personification of Karma. It didn't have its own specific form, and it just imitated the appearance of any person that entered its realm.
"Damn, I look hot." Ryn blew her own horn upon seeing her noir-style look-alike. Her self-admiration only lasted for a short moment though, as she didn't want to stall for long.
When Ryn approached noir-Ryn, noir-Ryn spoke, "What is it that you need, and what is it that you offer?"
"What I need is protection against all gods and goddesses. They must not be able to know what I'm up to, be able to know where I am, nor be able to interact with me in any way." Ryn answered, making herself as clear as possible.
"A tall need." Noir-Ryn spoke, "What can you offer in return?"
"Uhh, I have a lot to offer and it can be a little complicated."
"Speak."
Ryn listed the very specific things she's willing to let go of, with the main ones being: her immortality, and her ability to be exempt from the punishment of breaking the rules she would set for herself.
"I believe that'd be a fair trade." Ryn crossed her arms.
"The offerings outweigh the return. Would you not want to ask for more?"
"Oh, wow." Ryn couldn't help but rapidly blink in surprise, "Then, I want to be aware of the human with the highest untapped potential."
"You can still make one small request."
"Eh, the ability to conjure any and all kinds of food without expending energy, I guess."
"The offerings and the return are now near total balance. Would you like to finish the temporary trade?"
"Yep."
A moment after Ryn gave her confirmation, she felt a major change in her soul occur. Various fragments of her existence vanished without a trace, and got replaced by other new fragments.
"It is done." Noir-Ryn declared.
Ryn just nodded to herself and returned back to her body in the pseudo-ethereal plane. She now knew about the coordinates of the universe in which the human with the highest untapped potential was in, but before she sent herself there, she wanted to cause a little bit of trouble.
She closed her eyes and visualized everything that had happened to her in all her lifetime.
After having fun travelling and amassing countless tricks and powers, the universe Ryn was in decided that her power was enough for her to become an everbeing. When that moment came, she turned immortal, no questions asked.
Not long after, began the hunt of the deities. Everbeings were pretty much on the same level as deities, but there was some differences. Deities were born powerful, while everbeings weren't. Deities could die, everbeings couldn't. There were many deities, and there were few everbeings.
And since the only threat to the existence of deities were everbeings, they made sure to catch and detain each one of them.
All the anger and injustice Ryn felt in her lifetime got refined into pure bloodlust increased millionfold, which she then condensed into a small ball. When she opened her eyes, it harbored intense loathing for the deities responsible for what she went through.
And then, she let that bloodlust explode, letting it drench all of the worlds she knew, and all the universes within them.
All creatures, mindless or not, suddenly felt their strength leaving them. An eerie silence covered the worlds, and no mortal wished to move in fear of being killed. In that moment of silence, the sky seemed to fall and crush everything beneath. All colors lost its luster, turning everything grey and cold. Even the gods, who were each doing their own thing, had their hearts skip a beat.
And as that moment ended, all of Ryn's bloodlust vanished, along with her body.
Ryn reappeared in the mindspace of the selected human-- a completely white room, devoid of any furniture. There was a huge hologramic screen on one of the walls, and in it was a live feed of a young man struggling as he carried some sort of sack in the dark. This man was the selected human. This man was now Ryn's host.
"Well then, it should be about time to begin creating rules." She muttered to herself.
Ryn was going to use rules to create a system of rules, using herself as the power source. It would be like programming a game, with the code being the rules, the hardware being Ryn herself, and the player being her host.
Ryn didn't make the deal with karma so that she could hide from the gods forever. She wasn't the type to forget grievances, especially those that were on the level of 27-year-torture.
Explaining every little thing about the details of her plan to people who didn't even understand the fundamentals of energy would be pointless. One thing only mattered-- Ryn knew exactly how to raise a godslayer.