Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 155 155: She wants revenge

Third-person POV

Yuna stood at the edge of the rooftop as she waited for the voice to reappear. Her arms were crossed, and her mind raced with thoughts about Electra and Seraphina.

Ever since she had pieced together the truth about who they really were, she had felt like a ticking time bomb, waiting for this moment to come. She wasn't entirely sure what to expect from the voice, but she had a strong suspicion it wasn't going to be friendly.

Her patience was finally rewarded when the disembodied voice echoed in her mind, its tone laced with mockery and annoyance.

"You've been meddling, Yuna," the voice said. "You're not supposed to know, but somehow, you managed to figure it out. Shouldn't you have minded your business after figuring things out? Yet here you are, prying where you don't belong."

Yuna exhaled sharply, squaring her shoulders. "I figured you'd show up eventually," she replied. "Well, figuring it out was not exactly difficult since you didn't exactly do a great job covering your tracks, or maybe you underestimated the existence of someone like me. It seems you forgot that my sister and I are not regular people."

The voice laughed, a hollow sound that sent a shiver down Yuna's spine. "Underestimate you? Hardly. I don't care for what you are, my dear. You were never meant to play a part in this. You're a supporting character, whose role is to be a good friend, nothing more. Yet here you are, trying to steal the spotlight and ruin everything."

Yuna's jaw tightened. "Supporting character or not, I have a right to know what's happening in my own reality, and I know Seraphina and Electra don't belong here. They're not even themselves, not really."

The voice sighed dramatically, almost as if it were bored. "And what is it you think you'll accomplish by sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?"

"I want to understand," Yuna shot back. "Why are they here? Why did you switch their lives, and what's your endgame? Tell me the truth, and maybe, just maybe, I'll stop meddling."

For a moment, the voice was silent, and Yuna almost thought it had disappeared, but then it returned. "The switch was a result of desire, Yuna dear. A wish born out of pain and anger. Seraphina wanted Electra to suffer, and Electra… well, let's just say she wasn't exactly innocent in all of this."

Yuna frowned. "So this is all some kind of punishment?"

"More than that," the voice said, its tone dripping with malice. "This world exists because of their actions, their emotions. It's a reflection of their deepest fears and desires, and you, Yuna, are nothing more than a bystander. So stop meddling if you don't want to get hurt."

Yuna let out a dark and bitter laugh in response to the Voice's attempt to threaten her.

"So," she said, "you thought it was a great idea to toss Electra and Seraphina into some twisted version of reality where they're nobodies? Especially Electra, who's clearly used to being untouchable in her world? And now you want me to sit back, play the clueless bystander, and pretend I don't know the truth?"

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Not a chance."

She clenched her fists, the sharp edges of her nails biting into her palms. "For you to be here, babbling at me, I must've already done something, or I'm doing something that's screwing with your precious plan. That means I'm on the right track, and you're scared of me."

The Voice was silent for a moment, as if assessing her words. Then it responded. "You overestimate your importance, Yuna. This world exists because of Seraphina and Electra, not you. Your meddling is insignificant."

"Insignificant?" Yuna repeated, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Then why are you here? If I'm just some nobody, why waste your time trying to intimidate me? I haven't even done anything substantial yet, and you're already panicking. It's almost funny."

The Voice's tone darkened further. "You're playing a dangerous game. You have no idea what forces you're toying with."

Yuna took a step closer to the edge of the rooftop, her confidence growing. "I don't care what you think I'm toying with."

"What is it you want exactly?" The voice asked

Yuna scoffed. "Well, here's what I want." She held up one finger. "First, you show me who you really are. Enough of this disembodied nonsense. I want to see who I'm dealing with."

The Voice growled, a sound so deep it felt like it reverberated in her chest. "You're not in a position to make such demands."

Yuna smirked, crossing her arms again. "And yet here I am, doing just that. Because clearly, I've already done something to disrupt your little plan, and if you don't play along, I'll figure out more ways to ruin it."

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Before Yuna could respond, the air around her changed, and the faint outline of a figure began to form. The figure was tall, cloaked in shadows that shifted like smoke.

Its face was still hidden, but two glowing eyes pierced through the darkness, locking on Yuna with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

"Satisfied?" the Voice asked, now emanating directly from the figure.

Yuna tilted her head, studying the form before her. "Not quite. I said I wanted to see your true form, not some shadowy approximation. You're still hiding."

The figure didn't respond, its glowing eyes narrowing slightly.

"Fine," Yuna said with a shrug. "We'll table that for now. Let's move on to my second demand. Revenge."

"Revenge?" the Voice echoed, its tone dripping with disdain.

"Yes, revenge," Yuna said, her eyes narrowing. "For the version of me and my sister in Electra and Seraphina's world. We couldn't do anything to Electra there because she was untouchable. But here, in this twisted reality of yours, the playing field is leveled, and I want to toy with her for as long as I want to. Both her and Seraphina."