Overlapping imposing reflections, the Goddess of Death's brief submission
The temperature of my fingertips dropped very quickly.
Lynn released his grip, the cold touch of Hela's jawbone still lingering on his thumb. The extreme temperature difference caused a faint wisp of white mist to rise in the air between them.
Hela did not back down.
Her narrow eyes were fixed on Lynn's face. The red marks on his chin, where he had been pinched, were extremely conspicuous against his pale skin, like brand marks left on the snow.
There was no fury after being humiliated, no majesty of Universal-level Deity.
Lynn looked down at her, keenly catching the chilling infatuation in Hela's eyes.
That's right.
Lynn let out a cold laugh in her heart. When dealing with this kind of Yandere who is arrogant, possessive, and twisted to the extreme, the more you take her seriously, the more she will ride roughshod over you. Only by using the most savage and brutal methods to crush her proud dignity into the mud will her hard shell be completely shattered.
The desert wind swept across, carrying the acrid smell of gunpowder.
Hela's breathing became rapid and her chest heaved violently. The man before her was violent and cold-blooded; even the way he looked at her was as if he were looking at an inanimate object.
But it was this unreasonable domineering attitude that, like a rusty sharp knife, precisely ripped open the softest scar deep in her memory.
Hela's vision began to blur.
Lynn's eyes, now filled with extreme ferocity, perfectly overlapped with the image of that imposing figure from his memory.
Beneath the dark, sunless dome of Helheim, it was this same man, covered in blood, who stood before her. Facing Odin's Gungnir, powerful enough to pierce the stars, he didn't even flinch, pointing at the king of the gods and cursing him, using his mortal flesh and blood to shield her from the fatal Divine Punishment.
"You..." Hela's voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.
She tentatively leaned forward half an inch, her cold cheek pressing against Lynn's hand, which hadn't fully retracted yet. Like a wolf that had been whipped hard by its master, now pitifully trying to appease him.
"You're still the same as before," Hela murmured to herself, a slight redness welling up in her eyes. "Even the way you scold me... is exactly the same."
Lynn didn't pull his hand away, letting her cold cheek rub against his burning palm. He felt the slight tremor beneath Hela's skin, knowing that the Goddess of Death, who had once struck Defense Line into the hearts of the Nine Realms, had completely broken down.
Not far away, beside the ruins of an armored vehicle.
Wanda's fingernails had dug deep into the flesh of her palms. Fresh blood dripped from between her fingers onto the charred sand, making a soft "drip-drip" sound.
Looking at Hela's utterly humble posture, she trembled with rage, and the Scarlet light in her eyes began to flash uncontrollably once more.
What is that old woman doing?! How dare she look at Lynn with such disgusting eyes! How dare she rub her face against Lynn's hand!
Wanda gritted her teeth, the Chaos Particles stirring beneath her feet. Just as she was about to take a step forward, Lynn's icy gaze suddenly swept over Hela's shoulder like a knife.
Just one look.
Wanda felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head; the Chaos Particles beneath her feet instantly disintegrated. She bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she remained rooted to the spot, not daring to take another step.
Susan clutched her broken ribs, leaning against the rubble, gasping for breath. She looked at Hela, who was being scolded like a dog by Lynn, her blue eyes filled with deep apprehension. Her proud Invisible Force Field was a joke in front of this man who could crush Deity pride of gods with his bare hands.
Hela didn't care what others thought.
At this moment, her world consisted only of the man in front of her.
"Click click..."
With a series of soft, crackling sounds, Hela's menacing black spiked armor began to recede like a tide. The Death Energy turned into black ash and dissipated in the wind, revealing the tight-fitting black battle suit underneath, outlining an extremely imposing silhouette.
The Black Thorn Crown on her head, symbolizing the Death Authority, also crumbled.
Her long black hair fell down, covering most of her pale face, making her look less like a Deity and more like a woman's vulnerability.
thump.
Without any warning, Hela's knees buckled, and she ended up kneeling directly on the scorching sand at Lynn's feet.
The shards of glass and metal fragments scattered on the ground instantly pierced her knees, drawing dark red blood, but she didn't even flinch.
"You are right."
Hela tilted her head back, clutching Lynn's right leg tightly with both hands, pressing her face against his ashes-covered trousers. Her voice held a morbid stubbornness and an almost frenzied obsession. "I have nothing left. Odin abandoned me, Asgard betrayed me... I only have you."
She clung to the only piece of driftwood like a drowning person, her fingers digging into Lynn's trouser leg until her knuckles turned white from the force.
"As long as I can stay by your side." Hela's eyes were fixed on Lynn, her tone extremely humble. "I'll do whatever you say. Whoever you tell me to kill, I'll kill. If you tell me to kneel, I'll never stand."
The wind in the desert has stopped.
Only Hela's rapid breathing echoed in the air.
Lynn lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the Deity at his feet who had given up all dignity.
The time is right.
Suppression and humiliation can only shatter the pride of Yandere, but if they are constantly pushed to the brink, this vicious wolf driven to the Extremis may go completely insane at any time, dragging everyone down with it.
Now that the old shell has been broken, it's time to put on her own collar.
The suffocating ferocity and coldness in Lynn's eyes vanished instantly, like the receding tide. The muscles on his face relaxed slightly, and a deceptively gentle, almost drowningly tender smile curved his lips.