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beastenraged · 10 months

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Primordial dragonfly (that six winged thing)

(@hallowed-nebulae, maybe to be added onto!)

The Radiant Nightmare got her name from a death match, from a Nightmare of a witch that ruled said death match.

Or it's possible that witch stole the name of Radiant Nightmare from Radiant Nightmare herself, passing it down to that small young Replica who had not figured out how much the worlds hated her existence.

It's a difficult thing to tell, when time loops exist.

What a strange Mirage Arena this is, where the witch that the Radiant Nightmare keeps throwing herself against no longer exists here. In this time. Place. Thread of things.

No, an angel has taken her place instead. One by the name of Rinoa.

"Ultimecia always loses to Rinoa, hm?" she ponders. A rule of the universes it seems, that certain pairs should always face each other with one always coming out on top.

Her six eyes blink at said angel looking back at her, arms folded across her chest.

"Why are you here, Nightmare?" the angel, the Rinoa, asks. Demands.

The Radiant Nightmare tilts her head back, horns twitching. She gestures with one of seven arms towards a certain blade impaling her to the ground through her snake-like form.

"Well, I seem to be pinned down at the moment."

The owner of said blade snorts at her, unimpressed. "That's not what she meant."

Of course not.

Gills that are more decoration than actually of use flap open and shut along her sides. She allows patches of scales to grow over them, to lessen the impact of having gaping holes present in her form.

The owner of the blade is a Nightmare. A Riku. Riku but not, a Replica that took a name and face and made them his.

Like they always try to do, don't they?

"Leave Ruse alone," Riku demands. And how she can't but laugh, a gurgling noise that rasps through her remaining gill slits.

"I'm not here for your Ruse. Or even for my reflection," she coughs out.

She's here because...

She's hungry.

Always hungry. And there are so many free Nightmares around here for her to pick up and chomp and chew about, even as the Ruse That Will Be Her wanders in the topmost layers of Dream.

So angry, always so angry.

(Because to not be angry would be admitting failure, hmmm?)

"You've lost control of your impulse," Rinoa remarks, sounding unimpressed.

Radiant Nightmare tilts her head to the other side, lets long rabbit-like ears form from under her horns. Flop flop. "Bold of you to assume I ever had control over it in the first place."

Riku speaks. "But you did, didn't you? Otherwise Ruse wouldn't be the way she is. Either of them."

The Nightmare huffs. Taps claws against the floor, eyes flicking to the blade still stuck through her.

They're judging her, she can feel it in how the not-air hums between them. Or pitying her, which is even worse. Oh, Riku's even horrified by the implications of her, how cute.

How cute.

She blinks, one row of eyes after another. The blade in her doesn't hurt, but only because Riku means it to bind. Not to kill.

"Are you gonna let me go?"

Red eyes look her down. Steady. "Convince Rinoa."

Oh, oh, great.

The Radiant Nightmare clinks her tongue, unimpressed. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone. Is that what you want? I'll wander, swim, back to my territory."

Back to Radiant Garden, who shouldn't be too long without its hungry protector anyway.

Rinoa settles her hands together in a prayer-like gesture.

"I'm sorry."

The Radiant Nightmare hisses. Lets the raw poison of pure Darkness drip from her new maw.

"Don't be."

(Because she made this choice. She had to.)

(And if it wasn't her fault...)

(Well. It has to be. That's all.)

#my kh ficlet #kh ficlets #oc radiant nightmare #kh rinoa #my writing #storm whispers au #RN's lost her mind so she's not the best judge on what ANYONE'S reaction to her may be #she's also hungry all the time which doesn't help certain reactions #(would she eat ven's seph if she ran across him? Probably try to)

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