chapter 9

🌀 Hyper Sigil: The Becoming of Edill D

Chapter 9: Vengeance Shall Be Mine

(First-Person Narrative — No Tribunal, Only Justice)

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Her name was Frank.

And no matter how far I’ve evolved,

no matter what I’ve become in silence—

she still found a way to crawl back into my life.

Frank had no powers.

No aura.

No mysticism.

Just a sharp tongue, a cruel will,

and a long memory of when she once broke me.

Years ago, she dismantled my self-worth.

Ridiculed my vision.

Isolated me, piece by piece,

until I stopped believing I could ever become more.

But I did.

> “What you broke became the seed of what I built.”

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I never told anyone.

I kept my growth hidden.

My power silent.

My awakening private.

Let the world believe I was ordinary.

Let them underestimate me.

It gave me room to ascend—without resistance.

Frank never knew I changed.

She saw me and thought I was still the same man she once shattered.

So she tried again.

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She stalked me through whispers first.

Turning people.

Twisting stories.

Digging into my present with tools from the past.

Then came the confrontation.

A hallway.

Crowded.

Witnesses everywhere.

She shouted.

Insults. Accusations. Lies.

Words meant to stir shame—

but they rang hollow in my ears.

Then she swung.

Her fists were wild.

Untrained.

Fueled by ego and frustration.

She struck my face once.

Tried again.

Tried harder.

I didn't retaliate.

I didn’t even need to move.

I simply stepped forward,

caught her arms,

and held them gently at her sides.

I looked into her eyes.

And for the first time… she saw it.

Not rage.

Not pain.

Not fear.

Just stillness.

Power—contained.

She backed down.

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Security arrived.

Bystanders spoke.

Video was already online before I even left the building.

The story was simple:

Frank was charged with assault.

It wasn’t dramatic.

There were no battles of light and energy.

No godlike counterstrike.

No vengeance dressed in fire.

Just the quiet gravity of a man she couldn’t shake anymore.

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In the weeks that followed:

Her stories unraveled.

Her name faded.

Her lies collapsed under their own weight.

I stayed silent.

No celebration.

No announcement.

No revenge.

Because the truth had already done everything I couldn’t—and didn’t need to.

> Power doesn’t always roar.

Sometimes it simply endures.