Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 877: A daughter’s rage

"…. Did I say I was sorry?" Freyja squeaked, her eyes avoiding the contempt filled glare of her eldest daughter- her guilty conscious making its presence known- and the absent, shocked almost dead like eyes of her youngest.

She rushed to conclusions, seeing her baby girl crying her eyes out, covered in sweat -that she believed was brought on by panic, distress and or pain- and held in a tight, comforting embrace by her big sister led her to assume the worst, that her invasion into her privacy had been discovered.

Under that assumption she apologised profusely, hoping to unburden herself of her feelings of guilt but most of all to stop the cascade of tears that were falling down Khione's cheeks. Ironically however this action inadvertently revealed her betrayal.

Before Freyja opened her lips Khione had no knowledge of the little peepshow she and Skadi had organised. Her tears were born from relief, the comfort she felt from the fact that she wasn't the only one in her family with a particularly shameful kink and then the sudden sense of the betrayal by Tengliu not her mother who had suddenly called her into the room.

But now those feelings had been violently shafted, tossed to the farthest reaches of her mind by the bomb Freyja blurted out. Her shock was so colossal that everything shut down for a second, her blood stopped flowing, her pupils as wide as saucers, her vision nothing but darkness and all she felt in that instant was a twisting pain in her heart that gradually intensified and spread. The agony consumed her, dragged her conscious back into the light and in that moment rage was born, like a long dormant volcano finally erupting after centuries of inactivity.

The first thing she saw in that moment of clarity was her mother on her knees, her gaze struggling to look in her direction, appearing awkward and guilt ridden…..Her instincts immediately took over, the raging magma flowing through her veins filling her entire body with strength as her right hand balled into a tight fist and punched Freyja right on the nose, holding nothing back.

Not expecting her baby girl to launch such a sucker punch and given that her attention was somewhat distracted Khione's devasting blow made perfect contact. A sonic boom reverberated through the room but the expectation of seeing the much smaller woman flying through the air with her nose broken and bloody never happened instead the musclebound fist cracked and the seams between the fingers split open. The only one who was injured in this sudden and unexpected attack was Khione.

Regardless of her guard being down Freyja was still a God, and a mortal could never injure a God. All she managed to do was push up her chin, making her mother stare at the ceiling in shock for just a brief moment.

When she tilted her head back down however Khione had already readied herself to pounce, her vision marred red by her fury. Her cracked and bleeding fist going unnoticed as she dramatically grew in size, reaching close to 4 metres in height, her already muscular frame bulging to an almost obscene degree, becoming an icon of physical strength.

Hot air billowed out of her mouth and nostrils like a bull bracing for its charge against a teasing matador. All sense of reason escaping, fear, knowledge, awareness of her actions non-existent as she wrenched back her unbroken fist and let loose a second punch, this time however it was protected by a dense layer of aura and boosted by a powerful leap forward.

Like a maddened beast she attacked, a brutal roar passing through her lips yet despite this show of primal force and imposing physical prowess her opponent was not someone she could ever hope to defeat.

Freyja barely even registered her movements, her display akin to the threat of a mere fly instead the gears in her mind churned and churned trying to figure how she should react to this situation.

She was definitely in the wrong that was for certain but her daughter, her blood responded to her actions with a sudden and unmerciful blow to the face, her damn face. Anywhere else she could accept but the face, her pride and joy in terms of her overall beauty was a real low blow, one no one had dared to go for in centuries.

Anger therefore bubbled to the surface, a sharp, dangerous glint flashing in her eyes as she stared down the slower than a snail like punch coming her way. She could avoid it, endure it or….she could counter, land a decisive blow on her daughter, let her understand who she was picking a fight with regardless of her reasons and justifications.

Milliseconds passed and she came to her decision, her daughter needed to wake up if they were going to discuss this thing like rational adults. Imperceptibly to Khione given the speed of her movements Freyja then started to stretch out her right hand, her palm flat and opened in preparation for a tight devasting slap, one that would ring Khione's bell so hard that she'd be forcibly knocked out of her rage. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

She glanced one last time at her youngest daughter's face, studied her expression and sighed internally before committing herself to her decision.

'Sorry honey but you need to learn the danger posed by someone stronger than you.' She justified her upcoming use of violence as a lesson Khione needed to understand if she was going to survive the world beyond Niflheim's borders, complete and utter sophistry of course.

The instant the look in her eyes changed however something unexpected happened, her hand that was stretching outwards trembled as a sudden heavy pressure enveloped her, making her feel as if she was carrying a mountain on her back. Coldness ran down her spine, and she felt a tightness around her neck. Her gaze shifted to the side were Tengliu was sitting glaring at her with her eyes still full of contempt.

Tengliu had activated her domain and used it to surround her mother, heavily restricting her movements. An act that Freyja being the God level being that she was could easily brush off in a second but like Khione's earlier attack she was caught unaware. But what really made her freeze and lower that rising palm of hers was the words that entered her mind telepathically the moment she was restrained.

'You dare to counter in any shape or form, rely on your divinity to block her attacks or use strength beyond Khione's I won't speak to you for an entire year, and I'll only refer to you as Freyja or 2nd Empress for the next five….your choice?' Tengliu downright threatened her mother, holding her affections ransom. A move that held a lot more weight than you might expect because Freyja instantly panicked. She was prepared for some side eye, cursing and maybe even the occasional tussle but silent treatment and for an entire year…her doting heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Seeing the conviction in her eldest daughter's eyes and the tone in her voice she knew she wasn't playing around, she meant every word and knew that such threats would likely be just the beginning. If she refused to play ball even for a moment during the period of punishment she'd slap on another charge, crushing her will to live.

With her heart now well and truly bleeding Freyja forcibly dissolved her divine protection, lowered her hand and braced herself for a serious punch as per instructed. Khione still wouldn't be able to hurt her, but the blows would now grant the feedback she desired allowing her to properly release her anger.

For next five to ten minutes Freyja allowed her youngest daughter to whale on her and chase her around the bedroom so as to vent her frustrations and to avoid being emotionally frozen out by her eldest. Every attack however made the young and naturally violent God more and more irritated; it was not in her nature to play the role of a punching bag.

But every time she felt the urge to give Khione a little tap Tengliu would flash her a fierce glare stopping her dead in her tracks….alas everyone has their limit and hers was reached shortly after Tengliu grew tired of simply being an observer.

The big sister feeling almost as indignant about their mother's actions as Khione eventually couldn't resist the desire to beat her personally. Thus a second round of fighting began, two daughters facing off against their mother, doing their best to land as many solid and concrete blows as they could before she reached the limit of her patience and understanding.

Another ten minutes later Freyja reached that limit and no more than ten seconds after the fact both Tengliu and Khione were face down on the floor, their bodies pressed tightly together, asses shaking in the air and Freyja sitting atop them with a dark expression, her hair and makeup in disarray from the short but energetic tussle.

"Right! You've landed some punches, kicks and even a couple headbutts so that's enough violence for one night. Let's discuss this problem like the rational adults we are, ok?" Freyja loudly stated as her chest heaved up and down, her own anger still being very fresh.

"OLD BITCH GET OFF ME!!" Khione was no longer unable to see anything but red, but she was no less furious. She pushed and struggled, desperate to escape from her mother's restraints but everything she did was pointless, even worse than when Tengliu pinned her down.

Speaking of Tengliu she was donning that cold dagger like demeanour she had whenever she was really angry, the one that would send shivers down Khione's spine whenever she saw it.

Freyja was pressuring her to the point that she couldn't even get a single word beyond the back of her throat; she even imprisoned her ability to communicate telepathically thus completely avoiding her endless slur of threats.