Freya read through Ryan's memories, and for the first time in centuries, she felt truly shaken. Her breath hitched, her hands trembling as she absorbed everything. She had always known he was special—his soul had called to her from the moment he set foot in Orario—but this… this was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
He knew about her. About this world. About its future. He knew her secrets, her ambitions, the true meaning of Odr—the one she had been searching for. The one destined to be her other half.
But what did destiny matter when she had already made her choice?
Freya was not a goddess who let fate dictate her path. She took what she wanted, bent the world to her desires. And Ryan—Ryan was the only man worthy of that devotion. The only man who could hold her heart, her body, her everything. Even among the women he had brought with him, each unique in their own right, none could compare to him.
Her fingers clutched the fabric of her sheets as she dove into his memories like a starving beast, desperate to consume every detail. His likes, his dislikes, his hidden cravings and unspoken thoughts—she burned them into her soul, committing them to memory with a fervor bordering on madness.
She saw how he had expected her to seek him out, how he had prepared for it. He understood his soul, understood what it meant for a goddess like her. Yet he had not feared her, nor had he worshipped her blindly.
He had kept an open mind.
He knew the stories—how mortals from his world painted her as nothing more than a scheming seductress, a selfish goddess who toyed with others for her own amusement. He knew of the cruel whispers, the judgment, the shallow perception that reduced her existence to lust and manipulation.
But Ryan saw deeper.
Yes, she was proud. Yes, she pursued her desires with an intensity few could match. But those tales failed to grasp the truth—she was never reckless. She did not spread her love like Ishtar, did not fall into meaningless indulgence like Aphrodite. She did not sully herself with her children; she cherished them, raised them, guided them when the world had abandoned them.
Freya had always wanted more than just blind devotion. She wanted something real. Love. A connection unshakable by time or circumstance. To live, to laugh, to be more than a goddess trapped in a golden cage. But the politics of divinity, the meddling of Zeus, Hera, and the endless expectations of the gods had shackled her, forced her into a path not of her choosing.
But Ryan…
Ryan was the key to everything.
She felt it—the invisible chains wrapped around her, forged by centuries of divine duty, breaking apart with every passing second. For the first time in what felt like eternity, she was free. Free to love, free to devote herself without restraint, without fear.
So was Ryan her Odr? Did it even matter?
Yes.
Could she love him? Could she stay loyal to only him?
Absolutely.
He was hers. And she was his—wholly, completely, irreversibly.
There was no room for betrayal. No space for hesitation. No other man or woman would touch her unless he allowed it. Her obsession burned with an intensity even she had never experienced before. If he desired women, she would find the most beautiful ones for him. If he had enemies, she would burn their names from existence. If he had goals, ambitions, desires—she would carve the path for him, removing every obstacle in his way.
There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
She pressed herself against his back, wrapping her arms around him in a silent, possessive embrace. Her body trembled, not with fear, but with exhilaration. She had never been held before. Never been claimed. Never been someone's—not truly. But now, she was his, and she knew with absolute certainty that Ryan protected what was his with a terrifying, unwavering ferocity.
Had she been a threat to any of the girls at his manor, Ryan would not have hesitated. He would have sent her to the afterlife with a single, merciless blow. It didn't matter who stood before him—beauty, divinity, power, or status. If they threatened what he loved, he would end them.
And that only made her obsession burn hotter.
She had chosen her place. She had chosen her fate.
She had chosen him.
And she would never let him go.
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Ryan felt everything through the bond—the madness, the obsession, the undying love that burned hotter than the sun itself. It was not the simple affection of a mortal woman, nor even the passionate infatuation of a goddess. This was something more. Something that threatened to consume everything in its path.
It was overwhelming.
The weight of Freya's love crashed into him like a tidal wave, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. It was as though the world itself bowed to the intensity of her devotion. The love of a goddess was not gentle. It was not tame. It was an all-devouring, insatiable force that could shake the heavens and reduce kingdoms to dust.
Ryan had never felt anything like it before.
Freya trembled against him, barely coherent, her divine essence spilling into the air. Silver mist, tinged with gold and pink, swirled around her in chaotic waves. The sheer force of her divinity cracked the space around them, reality itself buckling beneath the pressure. She was unraveling—no, she was breaking free.
A pawn piece materialized in his hand, pulsing with an otherworldly glow.
"I suppose I should show my sincerity," Ryan murmured, his voice steady despite the storm raging between them.
He pressed the piece against her chest.
The instant it touched her skin, the world shattered.
A brilliant explosion of pink and gold light engulfed them, divine radiance bursting forth like a dying star. Freya's mortal shell disintegrated, her true form unfurling in a breathtaking display of divine beauty.
Ryan wasted no time. He dragged her into the inner world, tearing her away from the constraints of Orario, from the bindings that had shackled her for so long.
And then—
The heavens fell.
Freya's body erupted with celestial fire, her godly form breaking free from the mortal limitations that had imprisoned her for centuries. Silver hair billowed like a living river of moonlight, and her eyes—once an entrancing shade of violet—now burned with a divine brilliance that rivaled the cosmos itself.
Her divinity was no longer contained. No longer sealed. No longer bound by the laws of this world.
The heavens screamed in protest, but they held no power here.
Freya threw her head back, a triumphant, almost delirious laugh escaping her lips. The weight that had chained her for so long—the invisible shackles forged by the likes of Zeus, Hera, and the endless rules of the divine—were gone.
She was free.
And she was his.
Her gaze snapped to Ryan, wild and full of euphoria, as she realized the truth. Heaven had no claim over her. The gods had no power over her.
Only Ryan could claim her.
A shiver of pure ecstasy ran through her as she stepped forward, pressing herself against him, hands gripping his shoulders with unyielding possession. Her voice was a breathless whisper, but it carried the force of an oath carved into the fabric of the universe.
"You are my everything now, Ryan. My love, my obsession, mine."
And she would burn the world itself to prove it.
[Well there you go folks, another lovely chapter for you all. You know I'm getting a lot of flack from having Freya in the group. However it doesn't say anywhere that she was a slut in the Danmachi world, not in the official stories or the anime. You can Google it if you like, I think people have just been tainted a bit like their opinions on Dumbledore. Just remember, this is my story and I can write the person how I want them to be. Anyway send Powerstones, a dollar or two for the soda machine, pics of your favorite anime waifu and so on. Cashapp $Ryantheholy]
[Ps. The more you guys tell me not to do something the more it makes me really really want to do it.]