As days passed she continued to train everyday with no progress on her plan. Suddenly she felt that her words were simply a joke, going like this how did she get the nerve? To actually say she could finish everything in two weeks! 'Freya are you trying to decieve everyone else or yourself?!' So she thought to give herself a break and increase the deadline a little, a little means as long as she could take. After all you can't rush these stuff can you?

Therefore she trained, from morning to evening she trained and in between she hung out with Katlyne, Noah and Liam who liked to load her with the all the gossip you could find at the academy. Easton actually had a soft spot an angel named Ciara who was on duty in a different country. No wonder the man was so grumpy most of the time. And the bloody demigods they... they didn't seem to have any weakness. Awkwards assholes!

Just as she was thinking her life was gonna be an endless cycle of training and gossip trouble walked to her door as always. While she was lazing around in bed one evening after an intense day of training hurried knocks landed on her door. Reluctantly she got up from her bed and opened the door to find four angry looking angels glaring down at her. Heavens! What did she do now?!

"Gentlemen, how can I help you?" She asked with a kind expression.

"You are summoned!" Came their curt reply. Were they programmed to talk like that? Bloody robots!

"Alright! Alright! Give me a minute will you?" Closing the door in their faces she ran back to her room getting dressed in a pair of black jeans and a halter necked maroon coloured camisole matching them with her black ankle boots she went back opening the door to meet even angrier looking faces.

"I'm ready! Let's Go!" They looked at her with incredulous eyes.

"What? A girl gotta look good alright. From the looks of it I seem to be in trouble so the least I could do is look pretty." With stiff expressions the four escorted her out of the living quarters without commenting to the main building. Ohhh she was going to meet the demigods, how... exciting.

Entering the office room the four angels stood off to the side while Freya stood in the middle once again facing the demigods, Emidio, Abila and Alya. It was still Emidio who spoke, the sisters seemed to be mute.

"A problem has arose in the academy, high tech weapons and some other important lab instrumentd have been stolen." Okaaay now this really had nothing to do with her.

"Uh! Sir, I didn't do anything of that sort so you could directly cut me off from the list of culprits." She kindly informed him.

"I'm not finished! And don't worry the crime has nothing to do with you, but the interrogation does have somethig to do with you. We have been reported that your training had been going well, even your combat strength seem to keep up with the angels and considering you are the master of the sword of ice and blood we have decided to officialy appoint a position for you."

Giving me a minute to absorb what he had dropped on me Emidio continued, "You are the new interrogator of the light from now on and your first duty starts now."

"Huh? A interrogator? Don't you have interrogators already?"

"Of course, but you will be able to get better results with your powers."

"Ahh so you want me to fry some brains?" As soon as the words were out Emidio directed a scathing glare towards her.

"Now you have an important position in the light army so do follow the rules and protocol!" He lectured Freya with a hard expression. 'Sorry buddy you are going to be vastly dissapointed, following rules is really not my forte.'

"Yes, of course sir!"

"Killian will fill you in on the case on the way. Good luck and Freya... you still need to attend for training." Bloodygoddamnedfreakinghell!! This was simply torture alright!

She was taken to an elevater by killian but the elevater did not ascend up as she thought instead it descended down towards the ground. The culprits must be kept underground. How dungeon like.

The stolen weapons and the lab instruments had been specially designed to use against the puppet supernaturals so the secuirity and magic protection provided had been the highest. So only an insider could have been abe to carry on the task. As Killian informed her they had found left traces of the trespasser's magic allowing them to capture him alive.

"Interrogator Archer you will be given an office in the main building, after you are done here you can have a look." Killian informed with his forever paralysed face.

"Haha... how about you just call me Freya? 'Interrogator Archer' makes me feel like a brute." She lightly informed him with a dry laugh.

"No! Interrogator Archer, this is protocol." Again that cursed protocol.

"You are an angel right? Why do you need to call me in title? According to what I know you still rank higher than me."

"It is different for interrogators, for all the interrogators till now only had been either angels or half bloods so now we rank equal, therefore you will be called with title." She stopped talking unwilling to speak anymore.

Half bloods were the products of angels and other supernaturals. They had high psychic efficiency but stilll inferior to a whisperer.

Finally the elevator stopped, walking out she was stunned for a minute. Originaly due to the premise she had thought it was going to be a bloody and grimy dungeon but in reality it was like arrivig at a world of silver. The cells were made of high qualtiy metal enchanted with technomagic. The prisoners were detained in techomagical vessels holding them immobile. All painted in metallic silver.

She could feel the hatred and fear wafting off from them as she passed by the cells.

At last arriving near a room they both walked in. About five people stood there all wearing white colour uniforms. Must be the interrogators for they looked bloody quiet literally as there clothes were stained with red colour.

But what made her stop in her tracks was the supernatural chained to the chair, he had wounds all over his body clearly the artwork of her fellow interrogators. But his eyes... his eyes did not contain any pain or any emotion to speak of. They were completely blank.

That was when Freya realised why she was needed, for the person she was looking at was not simple, he was like a puppet... he was a puppet supernatural.


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