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sour--disposition · 3 years

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Take Me By The Hand

harry lewis x fem!reader

requested: Heyy, could you do the ‘take my hand’ concept that you did with JJ, but with Harry?? Love your writing sm! Xxx

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One taking the others hand to help them up

You were 4 when you first met Harry properly. You’d been running around the playground, chasing after one of your friends when you’d taken a tumble and ended up in a small heap on the floor. Harry had come trotting over, sticking out a hand to help you up.

“Is your knee okay?”, he asked you.

“I don’t think so. It’s bleeding”, you told him sadly.

Harry kept hold of your hand, dragging you over to where the teachers on duty were standing. “She hurt her knee”, Harry said bluntly, poking one of the adults and then pointing to your knee.

Harry followed you and the teacher inside, sitting next to you as you had your knee cleaned and a plaster stuck on. The teacher left to fill in the accident book and write a note for you to take home. “I’m Harry”, the boy said as soon as she’d left.

“I’m Y/N”, you told him with a bright grin.

“Shall we be best friends?”, Harry asked with a toothy smile.

“Yes!”.

Holding hands whilst one walks on a small wall

You and Harry had stayed best friends from that day forward. There wasn’t anything that you didn’t do together. Harry would always be the first person you’d turn to whenever anything was wrong. He held your hand through every trip you took to the first aid room in your primary school and he shouldered his way through to sit next to you whenever you were in a classroom together.

Harry asked you out on your first date when you were both 15. You’d gone to his house after school, pestering him until he did his homework before you let him outside. He’d been pacing around the lawn in front of you, completely distracted from his kickaround with Josh, as you sat on the deck with Rosie.

“What’s wrong with him?”, she asked from beside you.

“I have no idea”, you told her. “You know what he’s like though”, you dismissed, all the while worrying about your best friend.

Rosie and Josh ran inside 20 minutes later to help set the table for dinner, leaving you and Harry alone in the back garden. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up with you?”, you asked him.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”, Harry blurted, leaving you stunned. The two of you were wide-eyed in surprise, both with words caught in your throat that you were desperately trying to say.

“Yeah”, you smiled.

A week later you met Harry by the beach. You’d seen each other through the week during school and spending the evenings after school together, but this evening felt different. This evening would be the one that potentially changed yours and Harry’s relationship forever.

You walked side by side down to the sea front, stopping and sitting on a small wall there. The two of you talked for hours, like you always did. Harry telling you about his family, about what happened in the few classes that you didn’t share together, telling you about his day and you returning the favour. You laughed well into the sunset, a soft silence falling over you as you watched the sun dip beneath the Guernsey horizon.

“It’s getting dark, and it’s cold. Let’s head back”, Harry suggested. As soon as you’d stood up, you stepped up onto the wall you’d just been sitting on, making you ever so slightly taller than Harry. With your arms held out for balance, you took a few tentative steps.

Harry reached out, grabbing your hand to keep you steady. You looked over to him, a shy smile on his face that you soon mirrored, paired with a rosy blush. Harry kept your hands entwined as you walked along the wall, matching his pace with yours so he didn’t rush you and cause you to stumble.

When you reached the end of the wall and jumped down, your hand didn’t leave Harry’s.

Holding hands whilst driving

Harry had never let whatever Youtube success he was gaining get in the way of the two of you. He always made time for you, always made you feel important. As soon as he’d learnt to drive and got a car, you and Harry would spend hours traversing the coastline, wind pouring into the window and billowing through your hair as you watched the cliffs and waves pass you by.

If you were in his car, Harry would insist on you being in the passenger seat, no matter who else was joining you. His hand would always rest on your thigh as he drove, only ever moving to change gear before quickly returning to its place.

Your fingers were wrapped loosely in his, making sure he was able to let go and reach for the gear stick whenever he needed to. The roads along the coastline were fairly straight, only ever bending slightly and no sharp turns in sight.

With the road empty bar from the two of you, Harry snuck a glance over to you. Your face was illuminated by the soft glow of the sun, hair windswept against the headrest and over your shoulders.

“I love you”, Harry said simply. It was no massive declaration, it didn’t have to be. You and Harry had been friends for 13 years, together for nearly 2. He’d loved you for as long as he could remember.

“I love you, too”.

Possessive hand holding

The first time you visited Harry in London was quite the nerve wracking experience. Aside from helping him move his stuff into his flat with Lux and Freezy, you’d barely seen him since he’d left the small island you both called home.

You waited by baggage claim, leg shaking with restless, nervous energy. It was just your luck that your suitcase was one of the last to make its way through and round the conveyor belt, the hall almost empty by the time you’d got your belongings.

Harry was waiting for you just outside arrivals, just as restless and nervous as you were. His eyes had been glued to the door from the minute you’d text him to let you know you’d reached baggage claim. Every person that walked out of the sliding doors that wasn’t you irritated him even further. It had only been a few weeks since he’d last seen you, and he was going mad.

At last, you trudged through the doors, looking a little worse for wear and incredibly pissed off. But you were there.

Harry wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. “I’ve missed you so much”, he whispered into your hair. “The guys are already at my place, I hope that’s alright”, he told you. “They’re really excited to meet you”.

At Harry’s apartment building, he kept a tight hold on your hand as he led you upstairs. “Harry, it’s okay”, you assured him, squeezing his hand.

“Just nervous”, he told you.

Harry led you into the apartment, pausing for a second so you could drop your case by the door and kick your shoes off. His deathly tight grip on your hand never waned, like he was scared you were going to escape.

“Lads, Y/N”, Harry said awkwardly as he led you through the doorway. “Y/N, both of the Cals, Ethan, JJ, Simon, Josh, Tobi and Vik”, he introduced, pointing to each man in turn as he said their names.

“Nice to meet you”, you smiled happily.

You sat next to Harry on the sofa, squeezed up against his side. His hand was still gripping onto yours, squeezing tighter whenever any of the guys started to talk to you. “Harry”, you whispered, wiggling your fingers in his grip. “What’s wrong?”.

“Someone looks a little jealous if you ask me”, Freezy poked, wicked grin shooting across the living room.

“Oh, give over”, you scoffed, flicking Harry in the chest. “You buffoon. There’s nothing to worry about. Now ease up, you’re cutting off blood flow to my fingers”, you teased.

Rubbing their thumb over the other’s hand

“I don’t wanna leave”, you sighed, leaning further into Harry’s chest. “I miss you too much”, you whispered.

“I miss you, too”, he told you, wrapping both arms around your body and pulling you closer.

Harry watched over your shoulder as you opened your phone and pulled up flight times for a few weeks time, scrolling through them to find the cheapest option. Seeing Harry as often as possible was taking its toll on your finances and Harry knew you’d only accept so much help from him.

“What if this was the last time you flew home?”, Harry asked into your hair.

“What do you mean?”, you asked, thumb pausing over the screen.

“I spoke to Cal about it the other day, before you came”, Harry started. “How would you feel about moving to London?”, he asked.

You turned in his arms, facing Harry. “Are you being serious?”, you asked, a blossoming grin eager to bloom over your face.

“As I’ve ever been”, he whispered.

3 weeks later, you waited at the gate in Guernsey airport, surrounded by your family. “I’m so happy for you”, your mum whispered as she pulled you in for a tight hug. When she pulled back, you were both laughing through the tears that had begun to shed. “You and Harry deserve to be happy”, she told you.

They watched and waved as you walked towards the flight bridge, knowing that this would be the last time they’d see you for a while. You sat in your seat, watching as Guernsey got smaller and smaller below you. Although leaving home was never going to be an easy thing, you knew that you could build a home wherever Harry was.

You’d already shipped a lot of your stuff over to Harry, leaving you only to bring a large suitcase with you on your flight. You had no idea what to expect when you arrived, whether your stuff would be in Harry’s room or boxes strewn into whatever corner of the apartment they could fit into.

“Here”, Harry said as you sat in the car in the car park outside of the apartment building. He handed you a key on a keyring. “House keys”, he told you.

“Thank you”, you smiled

Harry pulled your case behind you as you walked up to the apartment. You stilled in front of the door, Harry pulling to a stop next to you. “Are you okay?”, Harry asked, voice filled with concern.

“Yeah”, you assured him quietly. “It’s just a lot, y’know”, you murmured.

“I know”. Harry’s thumb skimmed across the back of your hand in a soft, repetitive, soothing pattern. “I love you”, he reminded you, thumb never halting its soft reassurance against your skin.

“I know”, you smiled up at him. “But I love you more”.

Unconsciously searching for the other’s hand whilst asleep

If you were to ask Harry when he knew you’d be in his life forever, he’d have told you when the two of you were 5. Teasing from the other kids about you being best friends with each other was almost never-ending, but you and Harry always found a way to make light of it.

It wasn’t uncommon to see you and Harry playing with the dolls amongst the other little girls or racing around through the mud with the other boys. Everyone quickly learnt that where Harry went, you went and where you went, Harry went.

Harry knew you were going to be his bestest friend forever when he’d sat down on the grass to play and realised that there were no toys left. You’d come and sat down next to him and you’d played in the mud together, making daisy chains and mud pies and potions that you stirred with sticks, never caring about the dirt coating your pretty pinafore dress.

If you were to ask Harry when he knew that your relationship was meant to last, he would fumble and stumble over his words, not really knowing what to say. It was something that brought his friends great joy, asking what he saw in the future for the two of you. After all, you had been together since you were 15.

The night Harry realised you were his one great love was rather anti-climatic. There was no fireworks or mind-blowing kiss or Earth shattering sex. In fact, you were curled up asleep next to Harry, hair piled on top of your head and the hem of one of his Sidemen Clothing shirts riding up on your thigh.

He’d shut his computer down and gotten ready for bed, sliding in next to you as quietly as possible. Whilst he was lounging in bed next to you, attention focused on the screen of his phone, you’d started shifting beside him. Harry laid stock still, not wanting to wake you up with any movements.

Instead, you reached a hand across the bed, seemingly searching for something. When you couldn’t find whatever it was you were looking for, a frown settled itself onto your face. Harry was sure you were dreaming, but couldn’t resist closing the gap between your fingers and his.

The minute Harry hooked his fingers around yours, the frown on your face disappeared, replaced by a soft, blissful smile. Harry had known you long enough and knew you well enough to know that you were still fast asleep, the gentle sighs falling from your mouth being a dead giveaway.

So, if you asked Harry when he knew that your love was meant to last, he’d tell anyone that listened that it was the moment he realised you loved him even in your dreams.

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ketamineharry · 3 years

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Whenever I’m With You Pt 1- Harry Lewis

Requested: No, this is just inspired by Home, by Edith Whiskers

Tags: None, just my god awful writing x

Harry had been your best friend ever since you could remember. You were joined at the hip; wherever you went, he went and vice versa. Besides your parents, he was the first person you loved, a selfless love, putting his needs before your own every single time. He was everything to you and more.

He was the one to bring you out of your shell, as you were quite shy and reserved. On the other hand, he was mischievous and cheeky — always on the lookout for the next prank. His ‘pranks’ always ended the both of you in trouble, but neither of you minded that much, sure you were grounded but you’d be grounded together. So, you’d just fly paper planes into each other’s gardens, messages scrawled in messy handwriting as you tried to communicate with one another.

So it was only natural, when he moved to London that you followed suit. You packed your suitcase and left without a second thought. Leaving your small island for a big city, was a massive change however. A change that you weren’t quite anticipating. Harry’s work with YouTube only became more and more successful, meaning he had less and less time for you. You didn’t really mind however, as you knew how important it all was to him.

One afternoon, while you were at his flat, he asked you to be in one of his videos with the rest of his friends. You weren’t entirely sure about the idea. Being in the public consciousness wasn’t something that you desired, so you weren’t quite sure if you could prepare yourself for the potential backlash; not only by the fans you recognised in comment sections, but from complete strangers too.

“I’ll think about it.” You told him, as you made yourself a glass of water. Your mind made up on declining the offer, you didn’t want to face criticism and after all, everyone online faced criticism.

“Come on Y/N, it’s a competition based around baking… if you agree to it, we’re sure to win.” He pleaded. “Plus, it means we get to spend more time together and that’s the most important thing.” He continued, trying his very best to convince you.

“Fine.” You said, a sense of exasperation escaping you as you did. At least now that you had agreed, he’d stop annoying you. “So what were you thinking of baking? We can do a few test bakes for it, make sure it’s really good before the real thing.” You continued, rolling your sleeves up.

“Oh… about that… I actually have something I have to film, so why don’t we rearrange for next week?” He responds, a hopeful look crossing his features as he searched your eyes for an answer.

“Sure. I’ll see you next week then.” You responded, slightly deflated. He had seemed so excited to have you on board and then, as soon as you were he had moved onto something else. Perhaps this was something you had to become accustomed to, the YouTube life. The life where your best friend was stripped from you and you just had to accept it because the social media world moved so fast, and he had to always be two steps ahead to make sure he survived.

As you made your way out of the flat, you ordered yourself an Uber. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Harry was using you. Sure, you could bake but his roommate Freezy hosted his own cooking show on YouTube, so it would have been much easier and accessible to ask him, yet he had asked you. Why? Because you were a female, and females in videos always did better than males. Especially when his audience was primarily male teens.

With that thought lingering in your mind, you made a call to Ethan. You had to get to the bottom of this. Despite how close you had once been, using you for the sake of a few extra views, was beyond disheartening. As the phone rang out, your nervousness increased ten fold.

“Y/N! For what do I owe the pleasure?” Although he was on the phone, you could practically feel Ethan’s infectious smile.

“Ethan… it’s so nice to hear your voice, it’s been ages.” You started, as you tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear. Although you knew this conversation was important, you couldn’t help the anxiety that accompanied it. For the sake of politeness, you decided to indulge in a conversation with him asking him how YouTube was going, if he had any projects coming up soon that he was able to tell you about, all of that good stuff before bringing anything up that could cause potential tension between Harry and his friends.

“Anyway Ethan… the thing is, the reason I decided to drop you a call is because Harry has invited me to film with you guys. I was just wondering what the concept of the video was, he told me it involves baking but that’s about it.” You revealed, a nervous laugh escaped from you as you did.

“Y/N… Harry really should have told you the whole premise before asking you to be on board. The reason he’s asked you is because we’re filming a clickbait video for Valentine’s Day, where we all have ‘girlfriends’ and we’re baking with them. Obviously, there’s Simon and Talia, Josh and Freya, I’m bringing along Elz, as the other boys aren’t comfortable with having their girlfriends on YouTube; we’ve asked our manager to get some girls in. Harry was adamant on asking you though.”

“Oh.” Is all you could manage to say. “Listen Ethan, I’ve gotta talk to Harry. I’ll call you back once I have. Thank you for giving me the full picture.” You continued, as you ended the call.

The anger you felt was far too strong and to actually call Harry. In all the time you had known him, he had never misled you. If there was something going on, you were always in the know. There was nothing that you would keep from each other.

‘Girlfriend clickbait, that you were adamant on asking me to accompany you on… thanks for including that part Harry. We’re supposed to tell each other everything. You can shove your video where the sun doesn’t shine.’

Without a second thought, you hit send. You blocked Harry’s number from your phone, as you locked your phone. You ensured your phone was receiving notifications so that you could check when your Uber would arrive. But as far as you were concerned, Harry was just another stranger in the big city.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Who’s Got Their Claws in You My Friend

Pairing: Robert Pronge x hit woman!Reader

Words: Another mobile entry so no fucking clue

Summary: You get the pleasure of working another hit with your favorite colleague.

Warnings: DARK!!!! Dark, dark, dark, please be mindful of all warnings! Violence (m to f, f to m, blood, gore, death), explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, hate fucking, mentions of penetration with a foreign object, spit kink, choking, overstimulation), SMUT!!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: This was totally unplanned! Something just clicked in my brain and I thought, “Y’know what, I’m gonna write a Freezy fic.” Anyway, this is super fucking dark y’all, even darker than the first one, if that’s possible, so if you are one of my soft babies maybe skip it. All you dark hoes are in for a real treat though!

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“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth kitten.” Robert growled as looked down at you, one hand wrapped in your hair and the other squeezing your neck, cutting off your air as he fucked your throat. “Shit, I can feel myself in there. I bet you’re so fucking wet. You gonna cum like a good little whore?”

You whined around his cock as you squeezed your thighs together, your eyes rolling up into your head as you clenched around nothing, arousal soaking your panties and leaking down your thighs. Your clit was throbbing with need as your vision started to go black at the edges.

He hissed as your teeth scraped against his length and you swallowed around him, his cock twitching at the back of your mouth before he shot his load down your throat. His fingers squeezed your neck in a bruising grip as you almost passed out, your cunt fluttering as you came apart from nothing but the feel of his thick seed sliding down your throat.

You almost passed out before he released your neck and backhanded you across the face, his ring raising a cut along your cheekbone. You managed to catch yourself on your forearm before you went sprawling across the alley, wiping the mixture of blood and cum from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

He gave you a wolfish grin as you stood up, tucking himself back into his slacks as he stared at you.

“How do I look?” You said with a grin of your own, blood staining your teeth.

“Fucking terrible.” He muttered. Your cheeks were stained with mascara and tears, and your lipstick was smeared all over your chin. A thin trickle of blood was starting to seep down your face where he had struck you, and the skin around the cut was starting to swell. His handprint on your neck was starting to bruise. “Missing a little something though.”

He took a step towards you and ripped your dress down the front before tearing one of the sleeves loose. You weren’t wearing a bra, and you did your best to cover yourself with the tatters he’d left you with.

“I liked this dress, cocksucker! I’m gonna get you back for this.” You growled at him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetheart.” He said as he pulled his gun out of his waistband. “Now run.”

You winked at him before sprinting out of the alley, letting out a terrified shriek as he strode after you shaking his head.

You pounded on the door to the townhouse, screaming and crying as you did your best to keep yourself covered with the ruins of your dress.

“Let me in, please!” You wailed, your nails scrabbling on the painted wood of the front door.

A giant man in a police uniform wrenched the door open, cursing when he got a good look at you and ushering you inside quickly.

“Thank you!” You cried, collapsing against his chest with a sob, your voice completely blown out from the abuse you had taken.

“What happened honey?” He said as he ran his hand over your back in a soothing gesture.

“He cornered me in an alley.” You mumbled against his chest as you peeked out to the rest of the house. You saw two more cops in the kitchen, and an asshole in a suit lounging in the living room. “I don’t know how I got away, he said he was going to kill me!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re safe here.” He nodded over his shoulder to the two officers who were coming out of the kitchen now. “O’Dowd, Mangione, go check it out.”

“We’re supposed to stay with the witness, Sarge.” One of them grumbled.

“I think I can handle it. I feel like a rapist running around is a more immediate threat.”

The two officers headed out the front door, shaking their heads.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t go with them Sergeant?” You whined, batting your eyelashes at him. “I know I’d feel safer if you were out there looking for him.”

“Someone’s gotta stay here with you, darling. I wouldn’t feel right leaving you alone after what you’ve been through.” He murmured, looking down at you with a warm smile.

“Well, fuck.” You said with a heavy sigh before pulling the knife out from under your skirt and plunging it into the base of his skull. “I hate killing cops. It’s so fucking messy.”

The idiot in the living room cursed and dove off the couch as you wrenched your knife free. He scrambled towards the back door as you followed after him, letting the tatters of your dress pool around your waist.

He just made it to the back door of the kitchen when Pronge burst through it, leveling his silenced pistol at the mark’s head.

“Where ya goin’ Joey?” He said around a smirk as he cocked the pistol. “You don’t seem that happy to see us, rat.”

Joey raised his hands in supplication as he backed away from Robert, and right into your knife. You twisted it against his spine before ripping it out of him and slashing it across his throat.

Robert came to stand next to you as the two of you watched the snitch bleed out on the kitchen floor, tucking his gun back into his pants as he scowled at you.

“This one was supposed to be mine, cunt.” He growled at you.

You just shrugged as you twirled your blade between your fingers. “They said they wanted to send a message, and I feel like a good stabbing says a lot more than a couple of bullets.”

He watched you bend over the body and open its mouth, slicing his tongue out and slapping it on the kitchen table. You grabbed one of the chef’s knives from the counter and plunged it through the center of the thick muscle, pinning it to the table.

“That oughta do it.” You said as you surveyed your handiwork, wiping your own blade on your skirt before tucking it back into the sheath on your thigh.

“You’re sick sweetheart.” He said with a shake of his head, following you out the back as he watched you ass swaying back and forth in your boots.

“Quit sweet talking me.” You said over your shoulder, accepting his jacket he handed you to cover up as you made your way back to his car parked in the alley.

He pinned you against the wall as a group of cop cars sped past. His face was buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. You smelled like blood and sex and he could feel himself getting hard again as he slotted his knee between your thighs.

“Fuck, kitten.” He growled into your hair as he ground his hips against yours. “I wanna wreck that whore pussy of yours.”

You punched him in the nose as you laughed in his face, making him hiss as he stumbled backwards.

“That’s for my dress, bastard.” You said as you started sauntering towards the alley again.

He wiped his sleeve across his face and winced when it came away bloody. The snarl he let out was absolutely feral as he charged after you.

It only took him a second to catch up to you right as you entered the alleyway, grabbing the hair at the back of your head and slamming your face into the hood of his car.

“You goddamn fucking bitch!” He hissed in your ear as he bent over you, grinding his cock into your ass as you moaned wantonly.

You threw your elbow back and caught him in the ribs, smirking as you felt a crack and he released you with a groan, pressing a palm to his diaphragm.

You turned yourself over and wrapped your hands in the front of his shirt, ripping it open and running your palms over the plains of his chest before bending forward and sinking your teeth into the firm muscle there as you worked to undo his belt. A thin whine emitted from your throat as he gripped your jaw hard and drew your face back, tilting your chin until your neck was bent at a painful angle as you looked into his lust blown eyes.

His other hand dug painfully into your breast as he slotted himself between your thighs, your fingers still working at undoing his pants. You let out a whimper and felt your cunt clench when he slapped your nipple harshly, a new rush of arousal seeping down your thighs from your already soaked panties.

“You gonna be a good little slut for me?” He asked as you finally freed his dick, wrapping your hand around him and swirling your thumb through the precum that had collected on his angry red tip.

“Fuck you Pronge.” You hissed through clenched teeth as you gave his balls a harsh squeeze, making him groan.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.” He growled as you lined him up at your entrance, running his tip through the slick that had coated your mound. He moved his hand from your breast to tuck under your ass and drew you onto him in one smooth motion, your pussy fluttering around him as he stretched you open. “Goddamn, this cunt is so fucking tight. Squeezing me so good.”

His hips started slamming into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his girth before you devolved into an simpering mess. You both hated and loved the loss of control you felt ever time he fucked you, but the knowledge that you could turn him into a needy, demanding animal always filled you with the heady feeling of power that nothing except killing had ever given you before.

You gripped one of his biceps painfully as your other hand dug into his chest, your fingernails raking across his skin in deep gauges as he kept your head bent at its unnatural angle, his teeth running over your throat as he rutted into you. He nipped at the soft skin of your neck and you felt your pussy clenching around him as he pressed you into him, blood seeping from the wounds you’d left on his chest smearing across your tits as your breath started to hitch.

“That’s my pretty little whore.” He murmured against the shell of your ear as his hips slammed into you. “Lemme feel that cream all over my dick kitten.”

You moaned as your pleasure overtook you, riding its wave as your torso spasmed and rolled underneath his, your cunt fluttering as your released flowed out of you around his cock, making it easier for him to start moving even faster.

“God, I fucking hate you.” You moaned as he fucked you through it, your eyes rolling back as aftershocks vibrated through your core.

“The feelings mutual, bitch.” He said around a grin, turning your head so you were facing him. “Now open your mouth.”

You did as he ordered and he spat into the back of your throat, slamming your jaw closed with a clattering of teeth before ordering to swallow with nothing but a glare. He beamed as he watched your throat constrict before bending to catch your lips with his, sending another shockwave through your body.

His kiss caught you off guard. It was all desperation and need as his teeth pulled at your lips and his tongue slipped between your teeth. You felt the echo of it in your core as he ran his thick muscle over the swell of your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth before kissing him back with equal fervor.

Another drive of his hips had you cumming again and he let out a snarl as you sank your teeth into his bottom lip, relishing the metallic taste of his blood as it filled your mouth. Your body shook underneath his as your pussy clamped down on him.

You were left breathless as he broke his face away from yours, panting hotly against your cheek before he pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine. Before you had a chance to adjust he was flipping you over and running his hand over the curve of your ass. He slapped his hand against your cunt suddenly and you let out a yelp before he ran his tip over your slit, teasing you with it as his teeth ran over your shoulders.

“This is my pussy now kitten.” He murmured against your skin as he slowly sank into you, grinning at the moan you let out. “I’m gonna fuck her so hard, she’ll never be able to forget me.”

He drew himself out halfway before slamming back into you and you let out a shriek as you came, your legs turning to jelly as his tip kissed your cervix.

“I ever find out you let some other cock anywhere near my pussy,” he growled into your hair as his hand wrapped around your throat, his hips slapping against your ass at a punishing pace. “I’m gonna shoot him in front of you then fuck you with the gun until you beg me to cut your throat.”

You were sobbing with pleasure against the hood of the car when he wrapped his other arm around your front and pinched your clit hard, ripping another orgasm out of you that had your vision turning white as drool leaked over your chin and ran down across his fingers.

“Now,” he hissed at you, his teeth scraping over the shell of your ear as his fingers circled against your overstimulated bud harshly. “You gonna tell me whose pussy this is, or did I fuck your too stupid to talk?”

“Shit!” You screamed as you came again, fighting against your own body as you struggled to keep from blacking out. “Fuck you, it’s yours!”

“That’s my good little cockslut.” He purred against your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up, and you better not fucking spill any of it. I want you to carry me with you for days.”

You felt his cock twitching inside you and let out a shriek as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, his spend shooting into in thick ropes that filled you with warmth. Your body sagged against the hood of the car as your final orgasm rippled through you, shaking your overworked muscles as you struggled to stay conscious.

He stood up over you and let out a groan of satisfaction at the sight of your throbbing cunt brimming with his seed. He scooped up a few errant drops with his fingers and shoved them back inside you, yanking your panties back into place and giving your pussy a pat like a well trained bitch.

You finally caught your breath and turned to glare at him, making him chuckle darkly at you as he wiped his dick clean on your skirt before tucking himself back into his pants.

“You fucking bastard.” You spat at him, seriously considering drawing your knife and stabbing him in the chest.

He seemed to read your mind and caught your wrist, gripping it painfully as he stepped into you.

“That’s enough for tonight kitten.” He growled as he brushed his teeth against your swollen lips. “I can fuck you unconscious tomorrow.”

You hated the grin that spread over your face at the thought.

“Promises, promises.”

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themuzzleofnemesis · 4 years

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4–Memory of the Battlefield; Scene 4

The Muzzle of Nemesis, pages 158-168

I was blindfolded, so I didn’t know where I was currently walking to.

“—Here, get in.”

I heard the voice of the man who had captured me, and a door being opened.

I was brought in and made to sit somewhere.

And then the blindfold was finally taken off.

“…”

It was an inhospitable, narrow room.

In front of me was a square black desk, and a simple wooden chair.

I remembered seeing this scene before.

Yes—it was just like the interrogation room in the prison.

The man sat in the opposite chair and glowered at my face.

“…I can still scarcely believe it. That a girl like you killed my big brother.”

The man’s name—was Gammon Octo.

He was the one Shakuson…Or rather, Nyoze Octo, had sent a letter to.

His younger brother.

--I had left the apartment complex where I’d been living the day after I had killed Shakuson.

That was to flee from two different figures. One was the police, and the other…was Postman.

I needed to disappear before he came back to retrieve the gun.

I still hadn’t reached a conclusion on whether I would live or die, but at the very least I no longer wished to be involved with the organization.

There was no issue with my having betrayed them. Someone may come to kill me—but I wouldn’t die anyhow.

The war was still ongoing, so it was a bit tricky to leave the country. Only, wanting to get at least a little ways away from Elphegort where I was born and raised, I decided to head south in the opposite direction.

Eventually I arrived at a town named Retasan. According to what I heard from an innkeeper, the town took its name from a country that had existed in the ancient era.

It was a dismal town. Apparently they were constantly being subjected to the threat of these monsters called “dead soldiers”, and so there were burned corpses piled high on every street corner.

A town of corpses—I thought at the very least that it would be suitable as the location of my demise. Even so, I passed three days at an inn there, still unable to make up my mind.

And then, the morning of the fourth day. Several men suddenly came to my room and surrounded me.

I was struck by one of the men before I even had a chance to struggle. …Immediately afterward he put some drugged cloth over my mouth and nose, and I lost consciousness.

--The very man who had struck me was Gammon sitting before me now. I had heard that fact while in the car transporting me here.

“You look like him, after all. Your brother.”

I first gave my honest impression.

“That’s because we’re siblings. Still…It’s not to the degree we used to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“My brother had some plastic surgery done on his face after he escaped prison. Before that we looked so alike that people would think we were twins.”

“I see…So then—What do you intend to do with me?”

If he planned to kill me, he would have done so at the inn.

Maybe he’d tried to do so while I was unconscious. –But I didn’t appear to have any wounds that would suggest such on my body.

“…Frankly I can’t decide. Though it is true that I wanted to try talking to you first.”

“If that’s all, I wish you’d politely given me an invitation instead.”

“You, an assassin? Give me a break.”

Silence descended on us for a moment.

Gammon was first to open his mouth.

“—What business did you have in the town of Retasan? Was there a new target there?”

“…I didn’t really have a reason. I’ve quit being an assassin.”

“And you…expect me to believe you? So soon after killing my brother—”

“I don’t care whether you believe me or not.”

“…Well, whatever. Then let me ask a different question. What do you think—of the organization you were a part of?”

“In two words: ‘They’re shit’. The only thing I can tell you is that they were the lowest of the low.”

“Then why did you work for them?”

“They would have killed me otherwise.”

Gammon looked surprised at that. “You? That’s hard to imagine. The head of the organization is your father, isn’t he?”

“…I had no idea that Gallerian Marlon was my father. …Is that really true, in the first place? You’re sure you’re not mistaken--?”

“Just to check, what is your mother’s name?”

“…Kayo. Kayo Sudou.”

“Then there’s no mistake. Kayo and Gallerian once had an illicit affair. After she learned she was pregnant with you she left him—This is what’s written in the secret documents we stole from the Dark Star Bureau.”

“And you’re sure those documents are legitimate?”

“Bruno Zero was the one who wrote them. I can’t imagine he’d go to the trouble of writing false documents to keep in his own desk.”

“Bruno…”

Then that meant he’d known all of it.

That was why he had saved me from prison—Looking at it that way, it lent credence to the claim.

But if that was the case, why had he hired me on as an assassin?

…Had he been ordered to by Gallerian?

Given Bruno’s loyalty to “Master”, I couldn’t think of anything else.

“…You look confused, Nemesis. It’s true then…You—didn’t know.” Gammon blew out a soft sigh. “If you really do hate the organization, then—I have a proposition for you.”

“No way.”

“Hold on…At least hear me out first.”

“I’m not becoming one of your allies.”

“We’re just talking....Though, well, I suppose you’re not wrong.”

Upon seeing Gammon’s flummoxed expression, I was reminded just a little bit of Shakuson.

Anytime I said anything selfish like that, he would…make that face.

“It’s the Tasan Party, right? The people you work for—"

“Yes, a political party of Elphegort. Currently…our objectives are to stop the war that’s occurring all over the world, and to take down the man responsible for it, Dark Star Bureau director Gallerian Marlon.”

“If they’re a political party, that makes you a politician.”

“Well, I suppose it does.”

“I didn’t go to school. I can’t follow along with difficult conversations about things like politics. I can’t imagine I would do well as a politician myself.”

“You don’t need to think of it as being that hard. Look at the people around you—I’ve heard you were once in a delinquent group in Aceid.”

“So you’ve looked up that much. Then—you know that I sank the S.S. Titanis, don’t you? I’m an ex-convict.”

“Strictly speaking you were never actually charged with that crime. Your death was faked before judgment was passed on you.”

“It’s not just that. I killed many people as an assassin after that.”

Yes…Shakuson too, with my own hands.

“You haven’t been arrested for any of that either. You aren’t even on the list of suspects the police have put up.”

“—Wait a second. If that’s true how did you guys know I was an assassin?”

“…Nyoze. My brother realized that you were the culprit behind this string of cases. And yet he never made a move to arrest you.”

“That was…because he was going to use me—”

“Do you really think that’s all it was?”

“…”

I didn’t know.

Back then—when I had pointed the gun at him, Shakuson had never showed any sign of resistance.

As though he had accepted being killed by me--

"—Let’s get back on topic. Did you never sense anything was wrong when you were in Aceid?”

“…I’d always thought that it wasn’t fair. That Elphe people were pushed into the slums, hardly able to get any work—”

“Right now we are working to change this unequal world of ours every day. I think—doing the right thing has nothing to do with whether or not you’ve had an education.”

“…”

“And sometimes there are situations when you need violence to carry out justice. If you say politics are difficult for you, then we can help you study in that field. There’s nothing for you to be ashamed of. I myself got into the Tasan Party by banking on my career as a soldier.”

…Hm, so that’s how it was.

In the end, this man—simply intended to make me kill people again.

“The answer is still no. Didn’t I tell you I quit being an assassin?”

“There’s a difference between killing to fulfill someone’s wishes and killing to protect someone. –Why did you sink the S.S. Titanis?”

“That was…to protect my friends—”

“Then, even if the whole world would blame you for that—I applaud such an action.”

“Are you…really a politician? What about the fact that this all happened in the first place because Zeus was trying to steal gold?”

“Midas Touch was no saint. Neither was Bindi Freezis, the man who manipulated all of you.”

Bindi Freezis…The man who had gone by the name of “Kandi” to us—I had only learned his true name after being put in my prison cell.

“Are you saying it was alright to kill him because he was evil?”

“I think so. …Perhaps I’m mistaken on my morality of the world society we live in. But the world’s never really going to get better just by yelling about love and peace.”

“…Well, I suppose that’s true.”

“What I think we ought to prioritize more than anything else—is justice! As long as we have that, our world can become a utopia…And I’m prepared for there to be sacrifices to achieve that.”

As I watched Gammon give his passionate speech, I felt a little bit like smiling.

It wasn’t that I was mocking him. It was pleasant to see a man who held no doubts about his own beliefs—I was envious.

“—I take back what I said earlier.”

“…? What about?”

“You and him are nothing alike. Shakuson would have never said something like that.”

“My brother was…not a worldly man. That was probably why he chose to be killed by you.”

“…”

“He must have thought that if you didn’t, you’d be erased by that organization.”

“…You mean…”

To save me—Shakuson had chosen to die.

“It’s true that when I learned you were Gallerian’s daughter, I suggested to Nyoze that he ought to use that to his advantage.”

“Yes…That’s what you wrote in your letter.”

“So you saw that…Then do you know of the reply that Nyoze wrote back to me?”

“I…don’t.”

“My brother rejected my suggestion. –And then he said this: ‘Even if Nemesis does kill me, please don’t hold any ill will towards her. No matter what you have to do, I want you to help her’.”

I quickly forced myself not to start crying.

Shakuson truly had—loved me, after all.

Even just knowing that was enough.

“Nemesis. If you do reject my offer—what will you do now?”

“…”

“I won’t let you die. That was Nyoze’s last wish.”

“But—”

“Don’t run away. Fight! Certainly, you made mistakes in your past. But—dying isn’t the way to atone for that.”

“Then…what are you saying I should do!?”

“Get angry! Your friends in Zeus, Nyoze…Do it for all the people you’ve lost! Why did they have to die? All of it—it’s because of that brute Gallerian, who turned even his own daughter into an assassin!”

Angry…huh.

I had never even met Gallerian. Even being told to get “angry” at him—

Frankly, nothing came up.

But…Gammon and Mr. Ziz both.

They told me to live.

To not run away.

“…Alright, Gammon. I’ll join you, for now.”

“I see. Whether I welcome that or not—it all depends on what you do next.”

Perhaps I should be grateful to him for saying even just that much to the girl who had killed his brother.

“There’s a lot you’ll need to explain to me. First regarding Gallerian. I only know what I’ve seen in the news on what kind of person he is.”

“Very well. I’ll become your tutor.”

“Though I hate studying.”

“That’s fine. I’ll make it simple, so even a child could understand—but before that, you must be hungry.”

“Yeah. A little.”

“First let’s get a bite to eat. The food they have at the Tasan Party headquarters mess hall is top notch!”

Gammon stood and opened the door.

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judgmentofcorruption · 4 years

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Episode 1–The Boy Embraces His Ambition; Scene 2

Judgment of Corruption, pages 23-31

After the head judge informed them of the date and time he would announce his verdict, court adjourned for the day.

"What do you think?"

As people were steadily starting to get up and leave the courtroom, Loki Freezis, sitting next to Gallerian, started to talk to him.

"What do I think about…what?" Gallerian replied, putting his notebook in his bag.

“About the verdict of the trial. How do you think it’s gonna go?”

"It's undoubtedly going to be the death sentence."

“Bet so. As far as I’ve seen with all of the precedent cases, there hasn’t been a single person accused of ‘witchcraft’ who was found innocent. And when a guilty verdict for violating the law on witchcraft is handed down, there’s no way to avoid the death penalty…Sigh.”

“Why the sigh?”

“There’s nothing more boring than a trial where you already know the outcome. If we have to watch it for our studies, I wish it could have been a more interesting case.”

“This is part of the curriculum to get credits, so there’s nothing for it, right? …And I don’t think you ought to differentiate between trials based on whether they’re interesting or not.”

After finishing getting his things around, Gallerian stood. Loki followed suit, and the two of them started to walk to the exit side by side.

"You always take things so seriously, Gallerian. Well, I guess that’s why you’re the youngest student at Levin University at age fourteen, and able to stay at the top of the class to boot.”

Gallerian’s expression didn’t change one twitch despite the praise.

“It’s just happenstance. On that last test my score only differed from yours by twelve points.”

“Those twelve points may seem small, but it’s a big difference. The difference between first and second place, you know. In the end I wasn’t able to flip our positions, despite my efforts.”

Once outside the building, two large trees flanking the main entrance could be seen, budding. The two boys walked through them.

“It’ll be graduation soon,” Loki murmured as he faced forward, sounding deeply moved.

“Yeah, it will. But…The real performance is yet to come.”

“Our bar exams, you mean? We can’t join the Dark Star Bureau without taking those. …But well, I think that’ll be an easy task for me and you.”

“…I hope it is,” Gallerian replied, his expression downcast.

What could he be worrying about? –I had a rough idea.

Just as Loki said, Gallerian was an exceptional student. He’d had no problems relating to his behavior. Someone who didn’t know of his circumstances would naturally think he was a shoo-in for joining the Dark Star Bureau as he hoped.

But the current head of the Dark Star Bureau was Hanma Baldured, just as it had been fourteen years before.

So then, would he accept so readily Gallerian’s entry, given that he was the son of a witch?

…Gallerian knew what kind of person his mother had been. And he knew why she had disappeared from him when he was a baby.

--Appearing not to notice Gallerian’s anxiety at all, Loki suddenly changed the topic and posed this question to Gallerian: “By the way—why do you want to become a judge?”

“…? What do you mean?”

“I’m just thinking, if you wanted to you could have chosen any other path. Like…going into government. After all is said and done, you’re from the once royal Marlon family line. Personally I’ve always wondered if maybe that isn’t more your cup of tea.”

“…Are you crazy, Loki?” Gallerian sighed, looking stupefied. “It’s because I’m a descendant of the Marlon Royal line that I can’t. The Viwirtz family runs the country of Marlon now. After they became sovereign over Marlon in place of the Marlon royal family, you really think they’d look well on someone from the Marlon line becoming a bureaucrat when it might invite disaster?”

“…Ah, so even if, for argument’s sake, you were able to get in, you couldn’t hope for any advancement. –But you wouldn’t need to become a bureaucrat in your home country, you know. You could try here in Levianta, or in Lucifenia, or someplace like that.”

“Given that the USE framework exists, and the Viwirtz royal family has a lot of influence in it, it would still be the same. If I wanted to get anywhere in the world of politics—I would have to move somewhere like the United States of Maistia, to the far west across the sea.”

“Maistia huh…That would be pretty interesting though, wouldn’t it? I’ve been there a few times when I was a kid, it’s a nice place. It’s not all squalid like Evillious is.”

“Then you go there. Maybe go be president or something. I’ve got no interest in politics from the outset. Becoming a judge has always been a dream of mine.”

“Huh…Why?”

“…”

Rather than answering that question, instead Gallerian returned it to Loki. “What about you? I think it’s a little strange for a son of the Freezis Conglomerate to want to become a judge.”

The Freezis Conglomerate was an organization that had been established roughly four hundred years before, originally going by the name of the “Freezis Foundation”, made to manage the fortune that the great merchant Keel Freezis left behind. That had been its original purpose, but in its present state it might be more accurate to call it a multinational corporation run by the Freezis family descending from Keel. With their moneylending using Keel’s fortune as funds, their overseas trade with the continent of Maistia and the far East, as well as their mining of subterranean resources, their capital strength had vastly increased; now the conglomerate was not just a main economic power, but also one that held great influence in the political stage as well.

And the Freezis family stood at the top of this conglomerate. It was natural that Gallerian would have doubts on Loki pursuing an education on law, given that he was a direct descendent.

“Hahah, you’ve dodged the question, Gallerian.”

“I’m just embarrassed to say my dreams for the future so openly. If you say that your reason is the same as mine, because becoming a judge is your dream, then I won’t pry any further.”

“I suppose…In my case it’s a little different. To be more accurate, it’s my destiny as a member of the Freezis family to be at the very top of the justice system—the director of the USE Dark Star Bureau.”

“Your ‘destiny’, huh?”

“Yes, my ‘destiny’. Though my father is the Freezis commander, I’m the third son. My oldest brother is next in line for succession, and my second oldest brother is working as an administrative official for the USE joint government. And so if I’m able to get into the Dark Star Bureau and advance through the ranks—”

“Then that means the conglomerate will be able to have its hands in both the economy, the government, and the justice system.”

“Exactly. The World Police is an organization that was originally started by the Freezis Foundation, so the current Freezis Conglomerate still has a strong influence on it. If all goes well, then my family—no, the entire Freezis Conglomerate, will gain a massive amount of power in the USE,” Loki explained, his eyes sparkling as he did. Gallerian glanced at him from the side with a calm gaze, and yet also with some jealousy.

“…You have plans on such a broad scale. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

“There’s no need to get so abject about it. Even you sort of have a connection to the Freezis family in your genes.”

Just as Loki said, Gallerian’s great-great-grandmother was a member of the Freezis family. Though this person was a distant relative removed from the main family line, and in the present day Gallerian had never received any benefits for it.

Even so, it seemed it was because of this connection that the two of them had become fast friends so soon after entering college. I had no idea what they had thought of each other in their first meeting, but judging from the look of them now one could say that they were, without a doubt, “best friends”.

“—Well, supposing the both of us do get into the Dark Star Bureau that would make us ‘rivals’,” Gallerian sighed.

“Oh? So you’ve got your eye on the director’s chair too, Gallerian. …Well, you would, wouldn’t you. Someone without ambitions would never have studied with so much zeal. But, university grades notwithstanding, I’ve got no intention of conceding a single step to you. What’s sought in scholarship and what’s sought in practical experience are two different things, after all.”

“That’s true. Getting to the top of the Dark Star Bureau isn’t gonna be so easy that I can get a big head about it.” Lifting his index finger, Gallerian asked Loki, “I’ve got one thing I’d like to know. Loki—what do you think of the ‘Witch Trials’?”

Loki appeared to think for a moment, before replying, “…I think it’s something we just have to do. It is true that some unknown power is causing chaos in this world right now.”

“So you think witches truly exist?”

“Yeah,” Loki returned decisively. Then he lowered his voice a little and continued, “Actually. The Freezis Conglomerate had secretly been conducting research into ‘witches’ for centuries. I’ve read papers on it that we keep in our archives.”

“Wow…I’m a little intrigued.”

“Unfortunately they’re top-secret documents, and only direct members of the family are allowed to read them. So I can’t tell you a lot of what’s in them, but—in the past, and in the present day, witches do really exist.”

“…”

“Even if the Freezis Conglomerate rules the world, it doesn’t mean anything if that world is destroyed. So when I become the director, I’ll use my judicial powers to soundly exterminate all witches…I think that’s another mission in my life.”

“…I see.”

Gallerian lowered his eyes for a moment.

And then he quickly opened them, smiled, and said, “Except, I’m the one who’s going to become the director.”

“So you said. Well, I know that you’re quite exceptional. When Director Loki Freezis is born, I think he’ll make little Gallerian here into his second-in-command.”

The two walked along the road, joking with each other.

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thetailorofenbizaka · 4 years

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Chapter 3–The Tale of Kokutan; Scene 6

The Tailor of Enbizaka, pages 228-236

A place where people wouldn’t be watching us…This was the only place that immediately came to mind.

The tailor shop where Kayo-san and I had lived this entire time.

“This is Kayo-san’s tailor shop, isn’t it!”

Bufuko looked around the interior with deep interest.

“Did you know Kayo-san?”

“Yeah. I took care of her for a time while she stayed at the Okuto household.”

“Is that right…Well, you said you had something to talk about—”

Bufuko rapidly brought her face close to mine.

“Wh…? Huh!?”

My heart started to pound.

“—Alright, here you go.”

Bufuko passed something to me, and then retreated.

“This is—”

Two pairs of scissors that were familiar to me.

“Kayo-san’s scissors…How do you have them?”

I was certain they had been confiscated by the magistrate’s office when Kayo-san had been arrested.

“I figured that you should have them…so I stole them,” Bufuko declared calmly.

“Stole them…Someone like you was able to slip by the magistrate’s guards?”

“Hahaha…”

Bufuko laughed charmingly. It seemed she had no intention of filling me in on the details of her theft.

“Thank you—But I really can’t accept these.”

I placed the scissors on the tatami mat.

“Why can’t you?”

“These were Kayo-san’s favorite scissors…And they’re also the weapons she used to kill people. There’s no way I can keep something like that.”

“But that puts me in a bit of a bind…It’s not like I can go return them to the magistrate’s office.”

“…Then let’s just leave them here. At this tailor shop that’s full of memories of Kayo-san.”

“—That sounds like a fine idea, if you say so.”

I turned to the exit.

“If that’s all you wanted to say, then I’ll be going—”

“—No. There’s one more thing.”

“…? What is it?”

“…”

“Uh, Bufuko-san?”

She was continuing to stare at my face fixedly, completely silent.

“…So, you still can’t remember.”

There seemed to be a sudden shift in her tone.

“What are you talking about?”

“I guess the influence of Rahab’s spell is much stronger than I’d realized.”

“Rahab?”

“—The true name of the one that you call the ‘mermaid’. That is Rahab. When I had you reborn into the world, she got in the way using a spell. The result of that…was that you had completely forgotten your goal and the memories of your past life. What was more, she deceived you so that you would not recall your true goal, by giving you false advice.”

I had no idea what all this meant.

How would a mere maid know all this to begin with?

“To restore your memories to you—I guess I’ll have to borrow this thing’s power after all.”

As she spoke, Bufuko pulled out something that looked like a key from inside her maid uniform.

“And that is?”

“One of the ‘Vessels of Deadly Sin’, Grim the End. It’s a tool that can weaken the power of the ‘Demons of Deadly Sin’, and also kill them.”

As she spoke, Bufuko took the key and suddenly—stabbed it into my forehead.

“--!?”

But it didn’t hurt. There was no blood.

Rather—it actually felt pleasant.

“…”

Ah, I see.

So that’s how it was.

“That should do it.”

She—he pulled the key from my head.

“…Why?”

“…? What?”

“Why are you here? –Behemo,” I asked first.

One of the twin gods; Behemo.

A being who had once tried to destroy the world alongside his sister.

The man who had been released two hundred and thirty years earlier and returned to the “Heavenly Yard”, after which time he’d had nothing to do with the ground world.

Why would he of all people be down here—

“Listen, you see. You told me you wanted to see your sister, so I had you reborn to grant that request, didn’t I? But the ‘Master of the Heavenly Yard’ found out, and I got reamed out for it. I was thrown down here, sorta like a ‘Bring him back at once!’ kinda deal.”

“Then why didn’t you come to see me immediately?”

“I’m under no obligation to listen to the ‘Master of the Heavenly Yard’. I figured I’d leave you be until you failed to meet with Riliane, at the very least.”

“…So the fact that you’re here now means—”

“Miroku Kai’s daughter, Rin. She…was Riliane’s reincarnation. You were unable to have your reunion with her this time.”

“…I see.”

“As for me, I’ve been having fun ‘playing human’ for this brief time. –I got to meet someone so interesting as Kayo-san, after all.”

“--! You did something to Kayo-san—”

I drew closer to Behemo.

“Don’t misunderstand. I haven’t done anything to her. She decided and carried out everything on her own. …Only, something a little unexpected occurred.”

“What was ‘unexpected’?”

“By all rights she was supposed to have really carried out her crimes while under the delusion that Kai was her husband, just as she testified during her trial. But thanks to Elluka—‘Ma’—swapping bodies with Kayo, the flow of things changed.”

“…”

“Kayo-san obtained the ability to have ‘purple dreams’—dreams that could predict the future. Through that she learned of the event she would cause, and that Kai was the one who had killed her own family.”

And so Kayo-san’s purpose changed from “envy” to “revenge”—

Or perhaps it had been done out of “envy”. That Kai who had murdered her family was living happily surrounded by one of his own—

Behemo continued talking.

“In other words, because of this there were birthed two timelines—one where Kayo-san killed Kai thinking he was her husband, and one where she killed Kai out of revenge for her family. The former was driven away to an alternate world, and the one we’re in now is the latter—that sort of thing. Well, whatever the case the gist of it all remains the same.”

“…What happened to the Kayo-san in the other world?”

“Right before killing Kai, she learned that he was the one who set the fire. By her making this known at her ‘trial’, the magistrate’s office was forced to take action in suppressing the Crimson Robed Masses. Enbizaka was embroiled in the ensuing battle—eventually it sank in a sea of fire.”

Kayo-san had learned that from a “purple dream”.

To avert that future she had kept everything close to her chest, and sought to be executed as a mere madwoman.

Just as Kiji had said, Kayo-san was trying to protect Enbizaka.

“Well then—what do you intend to do now?” Behemo asked me. “Since Rin has died, you have no reason to stay here in the living world. ‘The Master of the Heavenly Yard’ is probably getting impatient with me right about now. If you like, I can take you with me back to the ‘Heavenly Yard’…since that’s why I was dropped down here in the first place.”

“…Can you wait a little while longer?”

“You have some unfinished business?”

“It’s Kayo-san. For some reason she’s stuck in a body that can’t die. I can’t just let her stay like this.”

“—Then you should use this.” Behemo handed me the key from before—Grim the End. “This key is able to freely change shape. You should change it into a katana and use it to cut her head off.”

“…That’s all well and good, but where did you get your hands on this?”

“Pure chance. This was in some of the luggage that had been brought over from the Freezis Trading Firm’s ship one month earlier.”

“That sounds awfully convenient—"

“Grim the End tends to appear as though drawn to places where a ‘Deadly Sin contractor’ is located. I wonder if that means there’s someone here in Onigashima who’s made a contact with a ‘Demon of Deadly Sin’?”

“You can’t mean…that Kayo-san is a ‘Deadly Sin contractor’?”

I guess the only way to kill someone who’s contracted with a “Demon of Deadly Sin” is another “Deadly Sin contractor”—or Grim the End.

Behemo giving this me must have meant—

But Behemo shook his head.

“It’s a little bit different. She’s not someone who contracted with a demon out of her own wish to. If I had to describe it—she was a ‘Deadly Sin contractor’ from birth.”

“…?”

“This was also Rahab’s doing. Anyway, the point is that in order to kill Kayo-san, you’ll either have to contract with another ‘Demon of Deadly Sin’, or use Grim the End.”

“…”

I steadied my resolve and gripped the golden key in hand.

When I did—

The key gave off light, and then in the next moment changed shape into a katana.

“There’s one thing you should bear in mind.” Behemo said, holding up his index finger. He launched into an explanation for me. “Grim the End is normally one of the ‘Vessels of Deadly Sin’, and one needs ‘anger’ to make use of its power. There’s no worry of you getting possessed by a demon as there is no demon inside it currently, and as you are a special being there’s no need for ‘anger’ in your case. I’d imagine it’d be impossible for you to have any ‘anger’ towards Kayo-san from the outset. But—while it is an empty shell without the demon inside, to put it another way that means that it’s in an unregulated state. I don’t know what might happen.”

“So basically just, take care when using it.”

“There’s no way to take care with it. I’m telling you to be prepared to accept the consequences whatever happens.”

“Don’t make it sound so scary.”

“Kayo-san’s the one who’s scared right now. She doesn’t even know why she can’t die.”

“…That’s true.”

I firmly gripped the handle of the golden katana once more.

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giftfromthesleepprincess · 5 years

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Chapter 3–The Green Flower Seeds Fluttered to Toragay; Scene 3

Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep, pages 91-94

The mansion of the Felix family, most affluent in Toragay, was, as expected, much more splendid than any other around. And, though only slightly, it looked a little to her like it was larger than the Blankenheim manor as well.

The fastest way to determine someone’s financial standing was to look at their clothes. The second was to look at their house, and the third to look at what they ate. People tended to spend the most money on the three main necessities for life.

Only, while a house did serve as evidence that someone had money, it wasn’t a guarantee that they still had it. It was simple enough to save money on food and clothing, but the majority of people would only relinquish their home as an absolute last resort.

Hanne recalled the Freezis Foundation’s main headquarters. It was a symbol of the foundation’s glory, but she supposed that in the event of the Blankenheims, who had used up all their fortunes, both splendid mansions were little more than symbols of vanity.

People were not liable to accept ruin so easily. Especially prideful people like nobles, who would often do anything they could to keep from losing their lavish lifestyle.

Even if it meant breaking the law.

Or making a contract with a demon and a witch.

Hanne pulled the doorbell for the Felix mansion, and soon enough a servant woman came to the door. On seeing that they were still employing servants, she could tell that the Felix family still had some economic resources over the Blankenheims.

“Who are you, miss?” the servant girl asked.

Hanne hesitated over what she should reply. When she’d met him at the Blankenheim mansion, Dr. Felix hadn’t seemed all that pleased with her occupation. There was a chance that if she answered honestly, and the servant told that to the doctor, he would have her turned away at the door.

“I’m from the Freezis Foundation. I’ve come to speak to Sir Marx Felix to discuss something with him regarding my work.”

…Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie.

The servant gazed at Hanne a little suspiciously.

“He’s made no such appointments.”

“Terribly sorry. It’s an urgent matter, and so I arrived without giving him notice beforehand. Please tell Dr. Marx that I’ve confirmed an important fact regarding Marquis Blankenheim, and wish to speak with him about it.”

It wouldn’t do her any favors to be too secretive about it. She would just say that for now, and wait to see how things went whether Marx would take the bait or not.

But the servant still made no move to go call on the lord of the house.

“The master is currently resting at the moment…”

It was two in the afternoon. He surely must have had work to do, so it seemed a touch strange to her that he would be sleeping in the middle of the day.

“Is he feeling under the weather?”

“No, it’s nothing like that, I don’t think…He’s just been asleep since last night. He won’t stir no matter how many times I try to wake him….I suppose he must have been awfully exhausted. He’s been terribly anxious ever since that horrid thing happened to the marquis.”

The servant replied with a carefree tone, but Hanne couldn’t help feeling her heart pound.

--Continuing to sleep the whole time—

Was that really so? The servant didn’t look like she was lying, so it seemed unlikely she had said that just to drive Hanne away.

So then why in the world…

Hanne recalled what Kaspar and his mistress had looked like when they died.

The impression they gave her was one without the faintest sign of suffering on their faces.

Like they’d been sleeping—

“Excuse me!”

Hanne pushed past the servant and half-forcibly entered the mansion. She could hear her shouting something behind her, but she raced inside without paying it any mind.

Each room had their own respective nameplates on them, and thanks to that she was able to find Marx’ room in good time. Like the servant said, there he was resting in bed.

--That’s all it looked to be at first glance.

Hanne approached Marx and put her hand on his mouth. And then, when she had checked to make sure the servant had come into the room after her, she cried, looking frantic, “Call a doct—No, call the police!”

“--? H-huh!? What in the—”

“Hurry! ...He’s not breathing.”

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cometmedal · 6 years

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This idea has been on my mind for a long time now, and I want to talk about it.

It’s Christmas at Litwak’s Family Fun Arcade, and the doors are closed to visitors for the holidays. The residents of the arcade cabinets take advantage of this downtime to celebrate the holidays with members of their games and others. Christmas is in full swing at Fix-It Felix, Jr., a dearly beloved annual tradition that has spanned over the past 30 years of the game being in order. Hero’s Duty observes Christmas as nothing more than a fond memory, but the soldiers still try to celebrate to the best of their abilities, with small gifts exchanged between each other and tributes to the loved ones they have lost and remember from their home planet. One game is more fortunate than the other, but one thing is missing -- snow. In Fix-It Felix, Jr., Niceland is eternally cloaked in a blanket of midnight stars, and the only thing snowing down in Hero’s Duty is the thick billowing ash and smoke of Cy-Bugs. Two games, polar opposites in every way; neither have experienced a White Christmas.

...Up until the folks of Fix-It Felix, Jr. and Hero’s Duty are invited to Sugar Rush by none other than her greatness, President Vanellope Von Schweetz. Christmas is a beloved tradition in Sugar Rush, as would be, celebrated by ecstatic children perpetually hyped up on sugar. It’s Vanellope’s first real Christmas since the Sugar Rush War, and she wants to spend it with the people she loves most. Felix, Ralph and Calhoun put their celebrations on hold back at their respective games to join Vanellope in what would be their greatest Christmas yet.

The holiday begins with a great race. Nothing incredibly special, as a big race is a daily occurrence in Sugar Rush, but the racers seem especially excited this time around. The winners are decided and retire to their respective friend groups to exchange gifts and sweets, meanwhile Vanellope sneaks out of the scene with her chosen family to the freezy sweet tracks of Frosty Rally. Felix, Ralph and Calhoun are stunned -- the entire track is blanketed in a perpetual snow of delicious soft serve! It was unlike anything they’d ever seen.

Before they know it, Vanellope is diving behind a scoop of soft serve, scooping a handful of soft serve into her hand, rolling it up into a small ball and tossing it at them. Ralph is the first to be hit, and although he’s startled by the sudden cold, he quickly reciprocates and the two end up fighting each other in a never-ending snowball fight. It’s all fun and games, however, until Calhoun loads her blaster with soft serve and begins to fire it at anybody within her immediate vicinity. What was once an innocent snowball fight has become a snowball WAR!

Felix is startled by the sudden competition, and he makes efforts to avoid getting hit, but he eventually joins in on the fun and teams up with his dynamite gal to fight against the scourge of Sir Strinkbrain and Princess Cavity. The four battle it out for what seems like hours, nailing each other with snowballs, diving behind soft serve scoops, building forts in the snow (Felix and Calhoun having the best forts thanks to Felix’s fixing skill) and throwing each other into the snow drifts. Eventually, the snowball war comes to a close, and Vanellope continuously flaunts her win, but what she doesn’t know is it ended in a tie. They give her the win anyways.

The four of them continue to frolic in the soft serve -- Vanellope knights Ralph with large icicles and then uses said icicles to swordfight with Ralph and Calhoun, much to Felix’s concern and dismay; letting a child fight with sharp objects is dangerous! He tries to put an end to the swordfight, but Vanellope shoves soft serve down his pants and sends him jumping 30ft into the air in shock. The makeshift icicle swords are eventually retired to frosty treats, happily sucked on and nibbled until they are no more, and when they tire of playing around, they return to Vanellope’s castle.

The four of them cuddle up together and exchange gifts they brought from their games. Ralph gives Vanellope a brick, and he’s embarrassed about his lack of a good gift, but his face lights up as Vanellope hugs the brick close with a wild childish excitement. Felix passes out hand-sewn socks to everyone, decorated in themes befitting of their characters. Vanellope is given a teal pair of socks with cutesy candy patterns and stripes, Calhoun is given a pair decked in patterns of bullets and guns, and Ralph is given a pair covered in patterns of bricks and medals. A bit of a silly gift, but they are well-received. Ralph is pleased that he finally has something fitting the size of his giant square feet, but it’s hard for him to get used to the sensation of socks considering it’s the first time he has ever worn something on his feet.

Calhoun is next in line to give gifts. Nothing in her game is appropriate to give as a gift, but she makes due. She starts by handing out a small box sloppily wrapped in foil to Ralph, and although he’s a bit confused, he accepts the gift and rips it open. As he looks in the box, he’s elated to find a single medal attached to a red ribbon -- inscribed on the face of the medal is a single word, “HERO”. He looks up to Calhoun with a face telling of many emotions; excitement, pride, happiness, and joy. Calhoun responds with a small chuckle, accompanied by a fond smile. As Ralph sits and admires the medal in his hands, Calhoun turns her attention to Vanellope and pulls a box from her side, offering it to the little racer. Vanellope snatches the box from Calhoun’s hands with valor and begins to rip into it almost immediately, and what she sees causes her to light up. Her very own BLASTER! As she pulls it out of the box, Felix pales. He knew Calhoun was never good with giving gifts, but giving a child a GUN?! He looks to Calhoun with a look of great concern and fear and begins to inquire why in the name of apple pie she’d give a 9 year old child a gun, but she smirks and brushes off Felix’s concern with a brief response, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll train her like I trained you.”

Felix is still concerned. As he opens his mouth to speak again, Calhoun continues to look upon him with a smirk before she cuts him off;

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your gift either, Short Stack.”

She suddenly pulls him up by the collar of his shirt, and before Felix knows it, her lips are on his. The brief shock of the sudden advancement melts away as he grins against her lips and brings his fingers up to tangle them in her hair, leaning sweetly into the kiss. Ralph chuckles softly at the sight, where as Vanellope leans away and exclaims, “Ewww, cooties! Get a room, you two!”

Calhoun releases Felix after several seconds, leaving him to sit and swim in his honeyglows, absolutely dazed and lovestruck. Vanellope hops up to claim her rightful throne upon Ralph’s broad shoulders and the four of them huddle together, holding each other and their gifts close. Felix nuzzles himself beneath his wife’s slender arms, Vanellope leans against Ralph’s head, and they sit together in satisfied silence, saturated with loving sighs and chuckles.

Their very first White Christmas -- their very first Christmas together, and they couldn’t be happier.

#byte babbles #this was just me musing about an idea but it reads more like a fanfiction #maybe i should start writing wir fanfiction... and do it properly #long post //#wir #wreck-it ralph #wreck it ralph

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epicofevil · 6 years

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The Daughter of Fog; Scene 3

Epic of Evil page 115-128

<<Letter Addressed to Yukina Freezis by Held Monastery Director Yvette>>

Dear Lady Yukina,

I have been learning increasingly more of your many great efforts.

Thankfully we are all doing well, and everyone is in good health.

…Or perhaps, more accurately, it would be better to say that is true of everyone besides myself.

I feel the time where I will be summoned to God's side is growing closer and closer.

These short sixty five years have felt long, and I have led a happy life as far as it goes.

As for after that, as long as I am able to entrust things to Rin I am not worried. And Clarith is working hard as always herself.

I have no regrets about going to my death this way.

Nevertheless, there is an event from when I was young that has left me with one great regret.

I have never opened up to anyone about this until now. In truth it was something that I had intended to carry to my grave.

But for some reason, now. The moment I realized that my time of death was near. I was spurred on by the impulse that I needed to unburden myself of this secret to someone.

I no longer have any blood relatives. I think of Rin and Clarith as being like my own daughters, but it is for that reason that I feel it would be wrong to speak to them about all of this at this late a stage.

Lady Yukina, starting with you I am indebted to the Freezis family for all you have done for me up until this point. It might be a little strange to say that this is in thanks, but it was with the thought that the memories I will write from here on out may serve as an idea for your works that I picked up this writing brush now.

Perhaps this is not something that would be very interesting to you. Perhaps it may recall memories that you would rather have forgotten. In that cause, you are welcome to discard this letter and forget all about it.

Because this is nothing more than my selfish confession.

��.

When I was five years old my father, who had been a soldier, died in a war.

It happened when I was young, so I honestly don't remember much about him.

I was always walking around with a golden "key" as my treasured item. It was the sole memento that my father had left behind, a strange toy that would turn into a variety of shapes when given heat.

To me, my father was little more than the previous owner of that "key".

My mother would often tell me, "Your father was a brave warrior of Asmodean."

That mother remarried when I was ten. It must have been hard as a single mother, raising a daughter all on her own. At the time and even now it's difficult for me to ascertain if she'd really loved her new spouse or not.

My new father was also a soldier, and a fairly high-ranking one. We ended up living in a home much more splendid and comfortable than before, and at first I was innocently happy.

But as my step-father only loved my mother, he did not treat me kindly. I had two older stepbrothers in the house, but like my father they were cold to me.

Those were painful days. To tell the truth I often thought about running away from home.

But how could a child like me survive, cast out into the world alone? In the end, I just didn't have that kind of courage.

There was also the fact that, though my mother had stopped concerning herself much with me after marrying my stepfather, I loved her, and had no desire to part from her.

I worked as hard as I could to somehow be loved by my stepfamily. I ate everything, regardless of whether I liked it or not, I was always clean, and I made sure I was always smiling even when I was sad. That was all I could do at that time, being only a child.

Nevertheless, none of my efforts bore fruit, and I was always treated as an unwanted child.

After four years passed in that fashion, three visitors came to our house.

One of them was a woman with very pretty silver hair, and she had immediately left after handing over a bundle of documents to my stepfather. Then there were two guests remaining. A young man with green hair, and an old woman with a red cat on her shoulders.

They and my stepfather entered his den together. I was playing with the "key" in my room alone like always, but after a short while I headed for the den, being called there by my stepfather.

In the den the green haired man took a good, long look at my face. And then after a moment he and my stepfather started whispering something to each other.

I trembled at the thought that I might be made into that man's plaything that night. I had been always preparing myself that such a day would come someday. Thinking it was something my stepfather was liable to do. But in the end he left without having done anything to me. After my stepfather and the old woman remaining exchanged a glance, I was told to return to my room. So I went back, not understanding what was going on, and fell asleep for the day.

The next day my stepfather came to my room and handed to me documents that that woman had brought over. I was ordered to read them all, and commit them to memory. I did as I was told and scanned my eyes over them.

In them was written the details of the past of the man called Gast Venom.

I imagine you know the name, Lady Yukina. Yes, this was Gast Venom--the master swordsman, "Demon of Asmodean". At that time, he was nothing more than another Asmodean soldier.

That silver haired woman was an intelligence operative of the Asmodean army. It was only much later that I learned that she was none other than the mother of Mariam Phatipe, one of the Three Heroes.

Gast Venom was a descendent of Sateriasis Venomania--Nowadays that fact is quite famous, but back then Gast was still hiding it from those around him.

My adoptive father was a devout follower of the Levin church, and couldn't stand having such a man as his underling. I learned he had directly appealed to the emperor for Gast's expulsion, but evidently he had grown frustrated with the lack of response he was getting.

And so my stepfather told me his plan, and requested that I help him.

It was a foolish and cruel plan.

Seeing my hesitation, my stepfather told me that it would be for the sake of the whole country, and that my big brothers had similarly helped remove such hindrances for him before now.

--Thinking on it now, my stepfather was simply afraid of any young talent jeopardizing his own position.

But in my heart I foolishly was grateful that for the first time he had asked me to do something for him. I believed that if I assisted him in his plan, I would become a part of the family, that I would no longer be an "unwanted child"--and so I accepted his request.

Right around then, the war with the neighboring country of Lucifenia intensified, and the "Golden Dragon Unit" that my father led was being sent out to the capital Lasaland in order to assist the units engaged with the invasion of Lucifenia. Being a subordinate of my stepfather, Gast was, naturally, a member of that unit.

When the Golden Dragon Unit headed for Lucifenia, it ended up passing through the place called the "Misty Mountains". I went before the unit, stayed in the town of Mystica at the bottom of the mountain, and then entered the Misty Mountains when the Golden Dragon Unit arrived in town.

There was an old ruin in the mountains. In the plan, my stepfather would devise some reason for them to station the unit inside the ruins for a short while. He had come up with a fake reason earlier, but he never ended up using it. Some genuine trouble occurred, with the rebellion of the vanguard unit.

In any case, the Golden Dragon Unit ended up on standby in the mountain ruins. I met up with my stepfather, taking care that I wasn't seen by any of the other soldiers, and spent my time during the day hidden in his bed. With my two older stepbrothers participating in the unit as soldiers, the only people who knew I was there was the three of them.

At night, my stepbrothers called Gast over to the altar in the ruins. My stepfather had ordered the soldiers not to go near it, but he knew well that Gast was not the type to loyally follow such orders.

My stepbrothers had only called him there--they didn't go to the altar themselves. In their place, I would wait before it for Gast to arrive. Naturally, this was all part of the plan.

Right before I left from his bed, my stepfather gave to me a peculiar sword. I tried to give it back, saying that I was afraid of blades, but he forced me to carry it. He told me, "You're not going to use it as a weapon. You just need to show it to Gast should he doubt you." I didn't know what that meant, but he looked at me with such a serious gaze that I quietly obeyed.

I waited before the altar, killing time by playing with my "key" like always; soon Gast appeared from out of the fog, a liquor bottle in his hand.

That was the first time I had seen Gast at such a close distance. Up until that point I had only verified what he looked like from afar. If he had learned of my existence before that point, it would have spoiled the whole plan.

Gast should have only been two years older than me, but he looked much more grown up than his true age suggested. And he was a young man with beautiful features, enough that I, a woman, was charmed by him.

As soon as Gast saw my face, the bottle he'd been carrying dropped from his hand. I was confident of the plan's success as I listened to the loud sound of it breaking.

He was thoroughly convinced that I was his thought-to-be dead sister, Sarah.

The green haired man who had come to my home that one day had been a neighbor of Gast's when he lived in Elphegort. When he came to the house he had been surprised to see me, as I resembled Gast's little sister, and he had said as much to my stepfather.

If I had been an adult with a little more discernment, I likely would have never gone along with such an absurd plan so full of holes as the one my stepfather cooked up. Thinking on it now I don't think my older brothers put up much opposition to his plan either. To them their father alone was the target of their respect--or their fear, perhaps.

I became close to Gast, pretending to be the "ghost" of his little sister. Naturally he didn't believe such a nonsensical claim, but he never doubted that I was Sarah.

He must have seen his sister's death with his own eyes. Even so, he didn't venture to doubt me.

Why?

If you've read this far, perhaps you can guess the reason, Lady Yukina.

The sword that my stepfather had lent to me. He had received it from that woman with the red cat.

…It was a "Vessel of Deadly Sin." A "Vessel of Deadly Sin" like what drove Lady Mikina mad, and Abyss I.R.

They were all tied up in this incident.

It's possible that you won't read any further than this, having sullied your mood.

However, it is a fact that it was because the vessels of deadly sin were involved that I felt I wanted to shed light on all of this to you before I died, Lady Yukina.

I will leave the choice to you.

As you know, the vessels of deadly sin are objects that cause disturbances in people's hearts.

Maybe Gast, my stepfather, and even myself, had all gone mad at that point.

But in those two weeks I spent with Gast in the Misty Mountains. Yes, in that short time that was no more than two weeks, I felt the stirrings of affection for him. I would prefer not to think that this was because of the demon.

He was my first love. It took hardly any time at all to be charmed by him, someone who had the strength to live alone in a way that I could not.

Eventually, several of the soldiers were felled by illness, according to plan.

They weren't actually sick--it was nothing but acting from my stepbrothers and their protégés.

My stepfather used to this a pretext to destroy the pagan altar--the one where Gast and I would meet up.

It was my job to make Gast think that he wouldn't be able to meet with his little sister again if the altar was destroyed.

If he tried to obstruct its destruction, Stepfather would take more extreme measures, and then he'd be able to legally kill him as a traitor…That was my stepfather's ultimate aim.

In order to make certain that the plan went that way, he apparently said something to Gast to deliberately stir up his rebellious nature.

But the day before Stepfather would carry out his murder of Gast, Gast told me that he planned to leave the army and desert Asmodean.

Once he was gone, my stepfather would have achieved his goal. I rejoiced, thinking there was no need for Gast to be killed now.

Gast told me that he wanted me to go with him.

That had also been my wish. If I had nodded to his request back then, my life might have become very different than it is now.

However, no matter how I wanted to, I could not take that step forward.

Courage is not something that everyone is endowed with.

I decided to tell him goodbye, as the "ghost" of Sarah. I thought that once I told my stepfather that Gast planned to leave the army, I would be able to persuade him too.

But the "Vessel of Deadly Sin".

It still drove everything mad.

At that time I didn't yet know what it meant to hold that sword. I just had it with me under my adoptive father's orders.

The moment he caught sight of it Gast suddenly changed, and he stole the sword from me. And he told me that he was going to kill Shalgham--my adoptive father--with that sword. In order to protect the altar--to protect me.

I wasn't able to stop him.

That was the moment I learned that the sword had been holding an ominous power inside it.

The next day I told my stepfather that Gast intended to quit the army. I didn't want to let them kill each other, by any means necessary.

But still, he had no intention of giving up on his plans to murder Gast.

My stepfather had been consumed by his hatred for him. Was that a result of his personality, or instigation from that old woman who had been by his side at the time--Abyss I.R.? I still don't know, even now.

Abyss is already gone now, and as for my stepfather, at that time…I killed him with my own hands. Gast had the sword. So I wasn't carrying any weapons. Yet I, fourteen years old at the time, was able to kill my brawny general of a stepfather while brushing aside even the interference of Abyss.

In that moment my heart was filled with a hatred for him, that he would not listen to me. When I realized what had happened, I was gripping a bloodstained golden knife in my hand.

This memento my father had left behind--that "key", was also a "Vessel of Deadly Sin". And it too was strong, strong enough to completely overpower even Abyss' magic…

If it weren't for that "key", I wouldn't have been able to escape from Abyss and my older brothers after that.

And if I hadn't encountered a compassionate Held monk, I surely would not have survived for long.

All during my escape, putting on the pretense of a pilgrimage, I worried about Gast. While acknowledging the danger, I--only once--went to see the Emperor of Asmodean. I'll spare you the particulars, but the emperor's wanderlust proved fortunate, and I was able to meet with him without too much trouble. I was relieved to hear from him that Gast had gotten off without being executed.

For some reason that "key" stopped being able to change shape after that, and it no longer exhibited any great power. Abyss also stopped pursuing me, appearing to have given up.

Each time I heard of Gast's activities at my journey's destination, I puzzled several times over whether or not I should go see him. But I couldn't do that.

To him, I was the "Daughter of Fog". I was a "ghost" who could only exist before that altar in the mountains. I couldn't help but feel that the way things were now was what was best for the both of us.

I didn't know if my decision was correct or not. I still don't know.

Ten-odd years later, when the Held Monastery was founded, I consulted with the monk--then the monastery director--and had the "key" sealed. It was around then too that I strengthened my determination to throw away my past and spend my life as a nun.

During those days where I devoted myself to God, I gradually stopped remembering what had happened so long ago. Before my eyes were children who had not received the love of parents. I ended up dedicating most of my thoughts to saving them.

When I next recalled my past, it was when I'd heard that Gast had died during the Lucifenian revolution. I visited his grave a few times. I felt sorry for him, being laid to rest in a communal grave belonging to the Levin religion he hated so much.

When I thought about his life, I was unable to stop the tears that I had thought long since dried.

That is all I wanted to confess.

If you have read all the way to this point, Lady Yukina, then I know that this is an imposition, but I have one favor to ask of you.

I was certain that that "key" had been sealed inside the monastery. Right until Abyss came to the monastery, borrowing Lady Mikina's body, I had believed that to be the case.

However, the "key" is not in the place where it should have been sealed. It seems that Abyss had known that, and lost interest in the monastery and myself as a result.

That "key" did save me once. But at the same time, that doesn't change the fact that it was a "Vessel of Deadly Sin" with a demon dwelling inside it.

If you can, I want you to seek out this "key", and seal it once more.

Before it brings a calamity upon this world.

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Chapter 3, Section 2- Complication of Feelings; Scene 10

Wiegenlied of Green (VG), page 210-219

🍀 Michaela ~The Country of Elphegort, “Refuge in the Millenium Tree Forest”~

When I awoke, I was inside a well.

There was a small, old well in the southeast part of the Millenium Tree Forest. When I was a spirit I had thought of it as nothing more than a sign that humans had once lived there, but there existed in the bottom of the well a hidden room.

There was an iron door on the wall to my side. I was lying down on a bed. I looked through the dim room, but there was no one around. The only thing that remained was a first-aid kit left on a desk, and signs that someone had used it.

"Clarith…? Ayn…?"

There was a bloodstain on the floor. Someone had been injured. But who?

"Clarith! Ayn! Where? Where are you!?"

I searched the room, but there was no one. I opened the door, and climbed the ladder attached to the well. When I finished climbing out of the deep well, it was pitch black out. When I checked to see if there was anyone nearby, I saw someone collapsed on the ground.

"…!--Ayn!"

It was Ayn. I approached him and held him in my arms, but he wasn't breathing. He was stabbed here and there with arrows, the blade that he had protected us with on the ground nearby. Surely, he had tried to leave to help Clarith.

When we had met again at the Freezis estate after leaving the village, Ayn had told me that he'd wanted to study the sword in order to protect someone important to him. I hadn't been able to figure it out at the time, but I knew now. Ayn had--had surely meant Clarith--

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ayn…!"

I buried Ayn's body under a nearby tree, and stabbed his sword into the ground in place of a gravestone. This way it would serve as a landmark so he could be buried properly later. Even if I couldn't, maybe someone else would notice it.

I returned to the hiding place inside the well and saw upon a second look of its contents that there was a great deal of preserved foods in it. I could stay here for a long time.

I waited for Clarith. Surely, she would come. I continued to wait for her for a very, very long time.

After several days had passed, the iron door in the hideaway suddenly opened.

The hope that maybe Clarith had come, and the anxiety that maybe I'd been found by the Lucifenian army, both mingled in my heart. I nervously looked past the door.

But the person there was not Clarith, nor was it a Lucifenian soldier; it was a blond boy.

"A…Allen! Why are you here…?"

"Michaela! Thank goodness you're alright!"

Allen told me that, being Princess Riliane's servant, he had been told about this place by Lord Keel, who'd been captured. Apparently he and his family were currently being confined in the Lucifenian palace's dungeons. It seemed that all of the servants had successfully escaped, and while Lord Keel and his family looked exhausted, they were safe too.

It looked as though Allen was acting as our ally; he told me about how the situation was currently.

The fact that I was the one Kyle was crushing on was known to no one on Lucifenia's side outside of Allen, and the extermination of the Elphe people, called the "Green Hunting", was ongoing. What's more, Lord Keel had sent a letter to Kyle before he'd been captured. He said that Kyle had snuck out of his castle and was heading here, but even if he went quickly it would take him about five days to arrive.

"If the danger's going to reach you to this extent, I'll take you to a safe location."

"There's a place that's even safer than this?"

I had to wait here for Clarith, Elluka, and Gumillia. When I told him that I didn’t want to leave this place, he looked troubled.

"It's a difficult point…So that's going to be an absolute last resort. It might make you uneasy, but I'm going to stay here just a little bit longer."

"Alright, I understand…"

He was a Lucifenian. I couldn't completely trust him. But the boy in front of me didn't look like he was lying. At any rate, I didn't have any choice but to believe in his words.

"I'll come back, Michaela."

"Okay, you be careful too, Allen."

Allen stood, and pushed open the iron door. He went outside, but before he closed the door again Allen once more spoke up. "Hey, Michaela. I…I lo…"

"What is it, Allen?"

"…No, it's nothing. I'll see you later."

So saying, Allen closed the door.

"…What a lie."

Allen was the type of person whose thoughts always made their way onto his face. Though I imagined that if it had been the old me, I wouldn't have been able to know what it was he was going to say. But now I could guess. Now that I knew what it was to love someone.

Allen's eyes were the eyes of a man in love. Surely, he had fallen for me.

But…I'm sorry, Allen. I can't return your feelings.

It was the next night.

I was getting depressed staying cooped up in that well all the time, so I headed outside for once. I believed in Allen's words, that the Lucifenian army wouldn't enter the forest at night.

The moon was beautiful that night. I wondered if Clarith was looking at that same moon right now. I was seized with the impulse to break out singing, but I thought again that it wouldn't be wise.

Were Elluka and Gumillia safe? I had brought the green onion with me, but it hadn't glowed, and I couldn't hear any voices from it. Had I used it too many times?

But they knew about this place. When everything had calmed down, I knew they would come to get me.

Lucifenia would fall to ruin soon. In order to avert that future, we had searched for the "Vessels of Deadly Sin". But right now I was thinking the exact opposite thing.

Lucifenia will perish? Ha ha, serves them right. It's what they deserve.

Everyone was dead. I could never forgive Lucifenia for what they had done to Elphegort. They should accept their retribution.

When this is all over, It'd be nice if I was able to live peacefully in the forest with Elluka, Gumillia, and Clarith. If I invited Lord Keel and his family, would they come too? They've got jobs, so that might be a bit tricky I guess.

While I was thinking about that, I heard the sounds from deeper in the forest. It couldn't be the Lucifenian soldiers, could it? I panicked and moved to hide myself in the well.

"Michaela, it's me. It's Allen."

Allen emerged from the shadow of the trees, face obscured by a hood for some reason.

"Allen? Why are you dressed like that?"

"I didn't want anyone from the palace to discover that I'd snuck out. So I came here with my face hidden."

"…Your voice sounds kinda strange."

"Hm? Ah, it's because I ran here. I'm just out of breath."

I couldn't see his face well due to the hood, and also because it was dark. But I was able to grasp that he was very much in a hurry

"The Princess had found out about you. Let's run away from here, right now!"

"You can't mean…? Is that true?"

How could this be? I had to wait here for Clarith and the others! But that was a sacrifice I would have to make. It would be the end of the line if I was captured.

"I understand, wait here a moment. I'll go make preparations now!"

I moved to go grab my hand luggage that was inside the well, putting my hand on the ladder.

In that moment.

Allen launched into me with all his strength. In the next instant I was flying, wondering what had just occurred. My body was struck hard by the bottom of the well.

What--what just happened?

Allen, have you betrayed me after all?

I could see a figure leisurely climbing down the stairs. Allen stood before me as I lay on the ground.

"Heehee, hahaha…"

When the hood came off, I saw long blonde hair flutter down. This person wasn't Allen. Their hair was the same color, but it was a girl.

"Who are you?"

After saying it, I realized that I had seen her before. She had come to the Freezis estate to look for me. The messenger from Lucifenia. As I recalled, Lord Keel had said that she was a subordinate of one of the Three Heroes, Mariam.

"Mother, I've done it! Your daughter, Ney Marlon, magnificently accomplished it! Ha ha, hahahahaha!" she laughed madly.

Ney Marlon? Why did she have the surname of the Marlon royal family, if she was a messenger of Lucifenia?

I didn't understand what was what anymore.

What I could be certain of was that my life would probably end tonight.

"Die, underling of Elluka Clockworker, the 'Eternal Sorceress'!"

Ney brought out a knife and straddled me.

“--!”

--And then, she plunged that knife into my chest.

……

…………

I just barely managed to stay conscious.

A cracked shell pendant lay on my chest. It seemed that thanks to this present that Kyle had given me, I had escaped instant death.

But I had lost too much blood. In any case, there was no saving me.

Ney had left the well without making sure that I was dead. She had probably been afraid of being discovered, hearing a voice from far away immediately after stabbing me with the knife.

I soon knew the owner of that voice.

“How…How could this happen!?"

Allen pulled me into his arms, crying. He had come here, passing by Ney.

“Even though I’d…planned to escape…Even though I’d planned to take you with me, abandon everything and run away!”

Allen said those words that were so similar to Kyle’s and continued to cry.

Ha ha. Boys really are dumb.

And now, having thought even that, I had finally become entirely steeped in humanity, from my very core.

“Michaela, I love you. Even though we’ve only met twice, I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you!”

I could no longer reply to his words. My consciousness and my senses were all steadily growing farther away.

I’m sorry, Clarith. I wanted to see you in the end. I wanted to see you, and tell you how I…Oh Clarith, I want to see you, I want to see you, even just one more time, I want to see yooou…

My vision blurred even further. And my eyes were slowly beginning to grow dark. In the end, I was able to learn one more thing about humanity. Ah, so this is “death”…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!"

The last thing I heard was Allen’s scream.

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Love to Hate You | Simon Smut

Request: a simon one shot where you both hate eachother and then one night you go out with the group and theres a dare where you have to make out with eachother then later on in the night you hook up? thankyou!

A/N: this is a collab I did with the amazingly talented @littleminter you should give her a follow if you haven’t already, her writing is better than words can explain 💜

Words: 2893 “Hey, Y/N are you almost done?” JJ knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah one sec,” you called back to him.

You were getting ready to go for a night out with the boys and some other friends, having not been out for a considerably long time you were excited to say the least.

“Alright, Simon needs to get something out of there when you finish.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. You and Simon had a bit of a feud going on, you hated each others’ guts and neither of you knew exactly why.

There wasn’t much that could be done about it either, you were both JJ’s best friends and as long as he was around you’d have to deal with each other. And it wasn’t like JJ made you guys spend time together. Nope, all you had to do was merely accept each others existence. Simple. Or at least it should be.

Once you were done in the bathroom you opened the door and stepped out into the hall, already seeing Simon walking your way. “Took you long enough,” he mumbled.

As you walked past him to the stairs you made sure to give him a little jab in his arm.

He made an awkward grunting noise that made you laugh but you put your hand over your mouth and hurried down the stairs before he could notice.

A few minutes later you were sitting on a couch downstairs with Vik and Josh when Simon came bounding down the stairs. You had to admit he looked good. If you were going to be honest with yourself you found him very attractive but just not enough to make you hate him any less. You caught your eyes wandering down his tall frame and turned back to the boys before you got carried away.

When Josh looked up and saw Simon standing at the stairs he said, “Oh good, are you ready? Go get JJ everyone else is already on their way to the club.”

When you finally arrived at the club the Cals went to get drinks for the group while the rest of you went to find tables.

“Y/N c'mon let’s go dance!” Freya yelled over the music, pulling you up out of your seat and dragging you to the dance floor.

Before long you were in the middle of the dance floor sweating, moving your body to the beat. You could feel eyes on you but all you cared about was the music. You hadn’t been out in so long and it felt great to let loose a little.

You spotted Simon sitting at the table with an unreadable look on his face, staring at you. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you do it but you decided to keep eye contact with him and dance a lot more suggestively, holding his gaze a moment before turning back to Freya.

A few hours with more drinking and dancing passed before you all decided to go home, considering how many people had thrown up already.

“AYE WHO WANTS TO PLAY TRUTH OR DARE?” Calfreezy slurred.

Those who hadn’t passed out on couches agreed loudly while you thought about it.

“Yeahhh let’s do it!” You said. What could go wrong with a little truth or dare?

You, Josh, Cal and Cal, Simon and a couple others sat down in a circle in the middle of the floor which ended up looking more like an oval.

Instinctively, your eyes cast quickly around the faces in the room. Admittedly, your heart sank at the realisation that not all of your friends would be hopping in on the game—not even Truth Or Dare’s biggest fan would, if they were completely sloshed. Freezy definitely seemed the most out of it, with hooded eyes and a gargantuan grin stretched across his face; one that could rival the Cheshire Cat’s. Though you probably weren’t far behind. Briefly glancing down at your petite hand, you had to blink multiple times and rid the vision of a duplicated hand, just before pondering that maybe you shouldn’t have drank so much.

“Alrigh—t,” Freezy began, his words unbelievably slurred as he almost choked on his own sentence. From the corner of your eye, you saw Tobi shake his head, and you were immediately thankful that the group had someone sober on-hand. “I’m gonna start then! Oi Josh, tru—truth, or dare?”

It was almost as if Josh was about to fall asleep, with his arms folded and limp body leaning against Simon’s shoulder. Chin buried into his chest, it took a snappy click of Simon’s fingers in front of his face to bring his mind back ‘round. Miraculously, he replied with utmost confidence and wide eyes, “truth!”

“Oi, pussyole,” Freezy grumbled, only to burst out in laughter at his own comment. He was surprisingly vivacious when drunk, and you dared to prefer him when he was like this. There was a pause, thick silence lingering in the air before he piped up again, with a smug grin, “okay so hear me out,” he started, and the group gave a unanimous groan. It could only be bad. “Imagine Freya isn’t in the equation, and you had like, I dunno, a—hic! A fuckin’ gun to your head, right?” Freezy hiccuped. “You have to fuck one girl who ain’t Freya. Who is it?”

Your ears twitched as someone “oo”’d suspiciously, while Josh only gulped, thickly. Practically noticing sweat beading at his hairline like pearls, you sighed in relief as you’d hate to be in his position right now. However, you felt stern eyes on you. The feeling was brief, but there nevertheless. It wasn’t hard to tell who was staring though, even without looking. The glare was cold, and firm, and sultry, and envious, and only one person, filled to the brim with such resentment, could be described with so many negative attributes. Simon was looking at you, and it was clear to see who he thought Josh would choose. He was jealous. He knew it. But most importantly, so did you.

Suppressing a smug smirk was embarrassingly hard, especially when intoxication made your mind unfathomably hazy, but ego was swarming your heart, and made it palpitate in ways you couldn’t describe. But then Josh gave another gulp, and spluttered out a name nobody seemed to expect, “I think Jesse is alright. Y'know—Fa…Fangs.”

All at once, everything crumbled. Your ego dropped, Freezy seemed quite obviously disappointed, everyone was hoisted from the edges of their seats, and Simon sighed a deep sigh of relief. The flare of jealousy in his eyes burned out almost immediately, and some sick, twisted part of you wanted it to reignite. Disgusted with yourself, you frantically shook your head and allowed yourself to delve into your own thoughts. Background noise was a mere blur, your ears unable to focus on the barely recognisable voices as alcohol intertwined with your blood. The trance was only demolished when you heard a garbled voice murmur your name. Jerking your head up, eyebrows arched, you hummed in perplexity before JJ asked you the inevitable question, “truth or dare?”

When it came down to it, you didn’t really care. Nothing was going to come out of it, and even if it did, you probably wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. So without a second thought and with minimal preparation for what was to be asked of you, “dare.” Then the games began.

Truthfully, JJ was sick of the constant fighting between yourself and Simon. Though arguments didn’t always break out into to-the-death fights, he always noticed the childish glares, the unfriendly mannerisms, the backhanded threats, the impulses that made him worry for your safety, and it pissed him off. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He had two best friends that hated each-other for whatever reason, and now war broke out ravenously in the house. But as a grin danced on his lips, he couldn’t help but recite an infamous quote in his head: make love, not war.

“Okay,” the rapper replied smugly. Too smugly for your liking, and the mere smile made your skin crawl. Eyeing him suspiciously, you watched as his gaze flickered between you and Simon like a freshly lit candle, and you immediately regretted choosing to be dared. “I dare you to make out with Simon.”

A gear turned in your brain, your heartstrings were tugged and your jaw slackened. With a newfound sense of embarrassment, all confidence was drained from your system as your cheeks burned a bright roseate. You probably should’ve expected this, but facing the intrigued, excited and teasing expressions of your friends only worsened your sudden shyness. Nervously tugging on the hem of your cropped hoodie, you silently begged for the floor to swallow you whole, “what—? Josh, I…I can’t do th—”

Simon stood up. Shakily, mind you, but he stood up nevertheless. You half expected him to be done with the situation altogether and just walk off—no way would he want to face the shame of having to make out with the person he hates more than anything. But the other half of you was more surprised than anything when he bent down, and pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were warmer than you’d expected them to be, especially for someone so cold to you. They were soft, and thin, and moved confidently as if he had planned to do this for a long time. However, you lips remained unmoving and frozen, succumbing to fear even though you knew that any action you did would be reciprocated. Although, you then felt a gentle nibble of your bottom lip, and a breath of warm air as he chuckled, “it’s not really making out if only one of us is doing all the work.” Your heart thundered in your chest, and with only a slither of reluctance remaining, you finally allowed yourself to let your lips move.

Sparks ignited in your heart like electrical chords, burning fiercely as his large hand cupped your flaming cheek. As your lips continued to mesh together, the awkward coughing of JJ rang in your ears and snapped you out of your trance, being the first to pull away. You’d be lying if you said you thought Simon wasn’t disappointed, as his features dropped. Instead of rushing back to his original spot, he squeezed between you and Lux, who grunted a bit when Simon’s hip banged against his waist on the way down.

Perhaps it was because everyone was drunk out of their minds, and the fumes of alcoholic exhales didn’t exactly help, but the group merely gave a few perplexed blinks and carried on with the game. Despite the end of the heated session, your heart didn’t settle, and you could hear it’s rapid pulsations resounding in your eardrums like a broken record. For a split second, you felt his hand skim across yours, and you dared to flinch before he snatched your hand in his.

Every mean word you two spat at each-other, every mocking comment, every sour expression and every violent action was wiped clean from your mind as it diminished into two things: confusion and want. In this world, there weren’t many things that could take you by surprise. Not a twist in a film, nor a prank from one of your friends; but Simon Minter could shock you. Out of everything and everybody, your so-called arch-nemesis could make your cheeks burn, heart accelerate and sweat drip in ways you had never associated such things with. Fuck him, the scoundrel, with his shaggy quiff, and crooked smile and minty-fresh breath. Damn it all to Hell.

“[y/n],” he whispered, finding his lips pressed against the rim of your ear. Hearing your name roll of his tongue in a manner that lacked any toxicity was new and dumbfounded you, to say the least. But you weren’t opposed to it. You don’t think you ever would be. A gulp, a shudder and a shaky exhale ensued before you listened to his next, sultry words with intent. “Come upstairs with me.”

Before you could even give a reply, you were whisked away upstairs. You were unaware as to whether people noticed, but at the same time, with your back suddenly against a soft mattress, you didn’t care at all. In seconds, his alcoholic breath dusted across your rosy cheeks, warm, large hands snaking across your waist as your shirt hiked up your stomach. His touches were soft and new, and normally you’d recoil at getting anywhere near him, but with his lust-filled eyes hovering above you, you couldn’t be more excited.

The room was ominously dark, Simon’s hands trailing stars as his fingers grazed smoothly over your stomach. They glided up to the thin material of your bra, and you immediately twitched. No matter how drunk you were, it was easy to remember that Simon had never once seen you vulnerable or naked—not even half-naked, at that. Entirely, this was a brand new experience, and whether you’d regret it or not was a decision for the morning after. But your heart, cheeks and teary eyes couldn’t ignore the unbearable feeling of embarrassment. And he noticed.

Immediately, his hands halted. For once in your life, you saw something other than resentment shrouded in Simon’s eyes when he looked at you: concern. Now, his blue hues were round, soft and twinkled with perplexity. Removing his hand from your waist, he watched as you sat up and a single, flustered tear trickled along your cheek. You wiped it away as quick as it came, and flashed a smile that had no shine to it whatsoever. Nose turned up, he inched slightly closer, and muttered a rapid string of “hey, hey, hey…” he hushed. “[y/n], what’s wrong?”

“I—,” you hiccuped, glancing at the floor briefly, and back into his cerulean pools you were certain would whisk you away. “Don’t you hate me?”

“Hate you?” He repeated, arching a single brow and then sighing deeply. Clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth, he murmured, “you’re annoying, and loud, and argumentative and really piss me off sometimes,” he admitted, watching your features drop once again with a heavy heart, only for a smirk to dance on his lips. “But only sometimes,” he added. “Other times, I think you’re cute, and funny, and gorgeous, and talented, and I like being around you when I don’t want to strangle you.”

An adenoidal chuckle vibrated through your throat, and any worry in your heart fizzled out like a wax candle. Before you knew it, your hands were cupped behind Simon’s head, cradling his hair and grinning from ear to ear. Now you knew you wouldn’t regret it tomorrow morning.

Your neck was attacked by his lips, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin as you squirmed beneath his passionate touches. Your hands, impatient and nervous, shakily reached for the hem of his shirt. Tucking them beneath the fabric, they roamed his stomach: slim and toned as you expected it to be. You relished in the fact that this was an opportunity girls worldwide wanted to have, yet you were the lucky ex-enemy exceptional enough to feel the budding muscles beneath the cover of his milky skin.

Eyelids flickering delicately shut, your fingers inched tentatively towards the flies of his black skinny jeans. Feeling cool metal against your fingertip, a smirk stretched itself across your face as your pulled it down. While tugging his trousers along his legs, you felt one of Simon’s hands shift beneath your shirt and cup your boob. A guttural groan vibrated in your throat at the action, as your legs invitingly spread as his hips viciously ground against your own. Tipping your head back, you felt him shift and rid himself of his jeans, only for Simon to shuffle your top above your head and fling it across the room, mimicking the action with his own.

In a matter of seconds, you found him naked, hovering above you with ominous lust shrouding cerulean hues. His fruity grunts were music to your ears, sending you into overdrive as you felt the tip of his penis rub against your folds. Eyes flickering animatedly, you couldn’t help but squeak when he gently shoved his throbbing cock into your sopping pussy. Disembodied, the repetitive motion of his dick gliding in and out of your cunt whirred the wires in your brain as silvery moans passed through your plump lips. His hands entangled themselves in your hair, thrusts increasingly becoming faster but sloppier as his grunts grew sexier by the second. Feeling your stomach knot, you screamed in euphoria as the intimate feeling of cum seeping through you knocked you over the edge.

A thin layer of sweat acting as a second skin, Simon exhaustedly panted above you, before swooping down and stealing a surprisingly chaste kiss. Collapsing beside you, you felt his arm envelope you in a hug, which you melted into like chocolate.

Tonight was wild, and confusing, and fun. You weren’t sure if either of you knew what just happened, but right now, you didn’t think you cared. All you cared about was the warmth of Simon’s chest as you slipped into a peaceful respite.

#thank you Chloe for doing this collab #sidemen #miniminter #sidemen imagine #miniminter imagine #miniminter smut

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2-Memory of the Forest; Scene 8

The Muzzle of Nemesis, pages 71-81

Occasionally strange things would happen in this forest.

Any time I lost the path deep in the forest when I was young, I would be able to make my way home simply by walking along picking up acorns that had fallen in such a way as to indicate the path to me. Any time I fell from a tall tree branch, I would sometimes land in a pile of leaves, and so wouldn’t suffer any injuries.

I was able to settle on the idea that all of these were simple coincidences. But even so, on occasion I would almost get the feeling that the forest itself had a will of its own.

--And right now, that “will” was speaking directly to me in my house.

Through the doll from earlier that Mr. Ziz had scooped up.

<--You need to run out of this forest right now>

Rather than being surprised or scared, I asked the doll…or rather, the “will of the forest”, “Why do I need to run?”

If that was true, then these people were undoubtedly the police.

The S.S. Titanis sinking that had occurred six months before—They must have finally caught wind of the fact that I was responsible.

Kandi had said that he would apply pressure on the World Police so that they wouldn’t investigate. I had hoped that maybe that was possible, given he was a higher-up in the Freezis Conglomerate.

But suppressing it completely must have been difficult even for a Freezis.

“But…why are you trying to cover for me?”

Strictly speaking, I didn’t know who the “you” I was speaking to even was. I hadn’t asked, and they hadn’t made any effort to explain.

Even so, I had a hunch that I was talking to the “will of the forest” right then. Perhaps...This was the being that devotees of Held referred to as the “Great Land God”.

The “will of the forest” didn’t answer me, instead saying, <Keep this in mind. There are beings in this world that will try to protect you, that you cannot see. In this forest…and in the depths of the world.”

“…?”

“—Thank you.”

I quickly made preparations to leave the house.

There wasn’t a lot that I needed to take with me.

<…There is also one other thing I’ll tell you, while we’re talking>

The doll again spoke up to me as I was getting ready.

<If, in the course of your life—you ever run into a person by the name of “Lich”…Be extra cautious around him>

“’Lich’? Is he some bad guy?”

<I’m not so sure on that, but…What I am certain of is that he’s a being unlike those of this world. There is a lot that I can’t read into in his actions>

“Hmm…I don’t really understand, but alright. I’ll make sure to watch out.”

First thing’s first, I needed to get away from the clutches of the police.

I finished my preparations and dashed out of the house. I had considered for a moment that perhaps I ought to take that doll with me, but it wasn’t mine to start with. And the less I had to carry, the better.

I decided to sneak west, avoiding the established path. That was the fastest route out of the forest.

…Ah. What should I do about Mr. Ziz?

He was currently in that underground lake in the cave.

Though it’s hard to imagine the police would arrest an octopus…

Even so the fact remained that Mr. Ziz was the main actor in the sinking of the S.S. Titanis. It was a matter of what if.

I slightly altered my course and made my way towards the hermit cave before leaving the forest.

…That decision had been a bad one.

Before I arrived at the cave, I encountered the people chasing me.

They were—a dark-skinned man, and a woman with white hair.

They were both carrying guns.

“—There she is! The ‘Beastmaster’!” the man shouted.

Beastmaster—that was something of a nickname used among my friends. I had objected somewhat as I was really only able to summon Mr. Ziz, but it had a better ring to it than ‘Octopus master’ so I ultimately accepted it.

Contrary to my expectation, these two were not wearing World Police uniforms.

I briefly wondered if I should be thankful for that. There was a chance that they were remnants of Midas’ goons, or that Kandi had betrayed us.

Whatever the case, I had one option…And that was to find a way to escape from them somehow!

But—

…They’re fast!

I was pretty confident in my ability to play at chasing in this forest. I’d been living here since I was born.

However, the man aside…the white-haired woman was making her way towards me in defiance of all the trees lined up around us.

I couldn’t shake them very well. And on top of that, unlike them I wasn’t carrying any weapons on me. If I were to face them head on, there’s no way I would win.

A method I could use to oppose them—was the magical arts that Nikolay had taught me, but I couldn’t imagine it would do me much good in this situation. About the only thing I was really capable of doing was creating a lump of ice about the size of my thumb. I had to wonder what would even happen if I tossed it at them.

That just left…nothing other than calling on Mr. Ziz.

Fortunately the cave was right before me. I would be able to turn the tables of the situation as soon as I ran inside. Nikolay might have been there too, and I was sure he would help me.

“You can’t escape!”

The woman fired at me.

Despite the fact that we were in the forest, and both running at that, her aim was comparatively accurate, and the bullet whizzed past my head.

I forced myself to keep running despite my fear nearly seizing up my legs.

“Hey, Shiro, don’t kill her! We’re capturing her alive!”

“I know…She’s running into that cave!”

I sprinted into the cave’s entrance, listening to their voices from behind me.

The cave was a straight path that led to a dead end. Now that I’d gotten inside, it would be difficult to escape.

“Mr. Ziz!”

I called out my accomplice’s name as I ran. I was sure he could hear me.

I thought we would be able to join up immediately, but I couldn’t see him anywhere.

And as I ran I reached where the underground lake would be.

--It felt much colder than it had been before.

“Oh, Nemesis…What’s gotten you in such a state?”

Rather than Mr. Ziz, Nikolay appeared before me.

“Nikolay. Please, you have to hide me! I’m being chased!”

“…Ah, I see,” he replied, his voice calm. “Who’s chasing you?”

“I don’t know! Maybe the police, or—”

“Well then, I suppose we ought to go meet them.”

“No, don’t do that, just find me some place to hide—”

“There isn’t such a place in this cave.”

It was as Nikolay said. I hadn’t come here to hide in the first place.

“Mr. Ziz! Where are you!? If you’re sleeping, wake up!” I screamed at the lake.

…And then, finally, I realized that it was different.

“What in…”

It was only natural that Mr. Ziz didn’t show.

The water of the lake had completely frozen over.

It wasn’t winter right now. No, even if it had been in the middle of winter, I had never seen this lake frozen over like this.

--Someone had frozen it deliberately.

And…there was only one person I knew of who could do that.

“Nikolay, what have you—”

Before I could ask him, my pursuers showed themselves.

“There you are! In here, Bruno!”

First the woman walked towards me, gun in hand. And then the man came my way after her, also holding his gun.

…But the dark-skinned man seemed surprised to see not me, but rather Nikolay nearby.

“--!? You’re—”

“…Oh, my my. If it isn’t Bruno Zero. I haven’t seen you since Loki’s trial.”

It appeared that the two of them knew each other.

Nikolay carelessly walked up to them, showing no fear of the fact that they were armed. “You coming here like this must mean that PN is after her…or rather, Gallerian is.”

“Not quite. He’s not involved in this. PN conducted the investigation alone, and identified this ‘Beastmaster’ here as a suspect…To think, you were the mastermind behind this.”

Nikolay gave a half smile and shook his head at the man named Bruno’s words. “—Hey now, have you gotten mixed up on something? If you’re talking about what happened with the Titanis, I’m not involved.”

“Then why did this ‘Beastmaster’ run in here?”

“I dunno. Of course, we live in the same forest so I know her at least, but…it’s not like she and I are family or anything.”

…Huh?

What are you saying, Nikolay?

Certainly, what he said wasn’t a lie. He had no involvement with Midas or the S.S. Titanis, and he and I had no blood relation to each other. It was true that we were mere acquaintances.

But even so, I had thought that surely he would protect me.

“Nikolay…”

When I spoke up to him, he turned around.

His usual kind smile was nowhere to be seen.

“…Nemesis, if you have done something bad then you need to properly atone for it.”

“You can’t—”

“You see, I—once worked as a man who judged people’s sins. And so I can’t shield a criminal now.”

Listening off to the side, Bruno snorted and said, “Hmph, look who’s talking. Hanma…Weren’t you the one who did exactly the opposite of that, time and again in the past?”

“And that’s why I can’t now, Bruno. It’s been fifteen years since I quit my job at the Dark Star Bureau. Perhaps you don’t believe this, but during that time I’ve done my thinking, and I’ve changed.”

“…You’re still wanted by the World Police. For the crime of violating the ‘special law on witchcraft’.”

“Naturally. I know that. So then—are you going to arrest me too?”

“PN is not like the World Police. Our stance is contradictory to the special law on witchcraft in and of itself. …Besides, if you really are ‘Elluka’s apprentice’ as the World Police says—then we have no hope of being able to arrest you.”

“…Ha ha, how ironic. That you who have seen the existence of magic with your own eyes have been promoted to a position that denies its existence.”

Bruno pointed the gun at Nikolay. “—We’ll be taking in this ‘Beastmaster’ now. As long as you don’t interfere…we’ll leave you be.”

“I don’t mind, do as you like—While you’re here I’ll give you some information you might like.”

Nikolay took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to Bruno.

“And this is?”

“A map that indicates Zeus’ hideout. She forgot it here earlier. This should help you in capturing the others, shouldn’t it?”

“…I appreciate the cooperation.”

That told me everything.

Before I had even run in here—Nikolay had already decided to sell us out.

And that was why he had frozen over the lake…If he was trapped within the ice, then Mr. Ziz couldn’t still be alive.

“You traitor!” I screamed at Nikolay—then tried to take advantage of the confusion to run towards the entrance to the cave.

--But my feet tangled up and I tumbled down.

“Ah!”

At some point my ancles had been encased in ice-shackles.

“Traitor…Hm. You’re wrong, Nemesis. It was—you who betrayed me first.”

“What are you…I don’t know what you mean.”

“I had though that as long as I could raise you right, I would always continue to protect you. But in the end, you caused such an awful tragedy…I guess you are her daughter after all.”

“Her…You mean my mother? What about my mother!?”

“She was a great one, your mother—but I cannot agree with her as the man I am now.” Nikolay glanced back at Bruno. “Go on, take her away.”

“…Yes.”

Bruno and the woman with him walked up to me and picked me up off the ground. And then, instead of ones of ice, they put real manacles on my wrists.

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2-Memory of the Forest; Scene 6

The Muzzle of Nemesis, pages 58-70

Mr. Ziz looked more comfortable in the open sea than the underground lake after all.

He was moving around in the water unusually actively. Dite had asked if he was going to run away, but I replied that I wasn’t worried about that.

The remaining members of our group waited for Narcissus and the others to return at Elphegort’s western coast. Once the small transport boat returned, we had to pack all of the gold inside it into our car. The car was also something we had been lent to us by Kandi, but Helio had taken a liking to it, and so quickly learned how to operate it.

Before long it was about time for the crew to be escaping from the S.S. Titanis. The transport vessel’s exterior was made up to look like it belonged to the World Police (--Or rather, it seemed like it actually was a real World Police transport vehicle, and Racle had been extremely interested in how Kandi had gotten his hands on it), so as long as they didn’t reveal their true identity and didn’t get spotted at the scene of the crime the approach and retreat should have been relatively simple.

“Oh—That’s it, isn’t it?” Nike pointed across the water.

I could see that there was indeed a large vessel moving towards port. That must have been the S.S. Titanis.

“We’d never be able to ride on such a gaudy ship even if it took us the rest of our lives,” Dite murmured seriously. “It’s real strange. It’s hard to find work for Elphe people like us in Aceid.”

What she spoke was an undeniable truth, and there was a reason for it.

About seventy percent of all the business conducted in Aceid was under the thumb of the foreign-made Freezis Conglomerate, and as they had a policy of prioritizing non-Elphes in their employment practices, this resulted in the reversed situation of native Elphe people being unable to get jobs in their own country.

The Yarera Zusco Conglomerate headed by an Elphe as its chairman was strengthening their authority when looking at the country of Elphegort as a whole, but their chief areas of business were mostly localized, and the capital city of Aceid was still the domain of the Freezises.

The town of Aceid, having been somewhat taken over by foreigners, had become difficult to live in for Elphe people. “Zeus” was a team comprised of Elphe children who had been forced into poverty.

Only, strictly speaking I wasn’t a pure-blooded Elphe. At the very least my mother’s hair color differed from mine, as it wasn’t the vivid green that Elphe people were known for. So perhaps my father had been an Elphe, and I inherited more from his side. I was grateful that my friends accepted me in spite of that.

--I could see a boat coming this way. Not the S.S. Titanis. It was much smaller…There was no doubt about it. That was the small transport vessel carrying the gold and Narcissus’ team.

“Yahoo!” Helio cheered.

They were a little later than expected, but the break-in crew had returned.

Everyone gathered around the ship as it arrived on the shore. We were a little worried as the door didn’t open right away, but it did eventually, and first to come out were Narcissus and Gai.

--In that moment, I had an ominous feeling. Maybe it was the same with everyone else.

Gai came out dragging his leg, leaning on Narcissus’ shoulder for support.

“What happened?” Dite ran up to Narcissus and the others. I and Nike followed behind.

I could see Pan, Racle, and Ilei on the other side of the door.

And gold, piled high.

Yet in spite of that all of their expressions were dark.

And—Remes was nowhere in sight.

“They killed Remes,” Narcissus murmured sourly.

“…Huh?” Dite was in shock, not seeming to grasp what he had just said.

“Midas’ bodyguards. They fired at us without hesitation…”

“That can’t be…” Dite covered her face with her hands, and began to sob.

“What…happened to Midas?” I asked; Narcissus shook his head regretfully.

“It all went wrong. He’s still alive, and worse, he saw our faces. We couldn’t collect Remes’ body either…It’s all over. Once the S.S. Titanis reaches land we’ll all either be handed over to the police or killed by Midas and his goons.”

“—Then let’s run away, right now!”

“Run? Where would we run to? Even if we leave Aceid they’re sure to follow us.”

“Then maybe we could ask Mr. Kandi for help…”

“We can’t. He’ll cut us loose, now that it’s turned out like this. He might even come after us to get rid of the evidence. …That might be the worst outcome for us right now.”

“Who is he? This Kandi.”

“…He’s a higher-up of the Freezis Conglomerate. More than that, I don’t know.”

“--!?”

“Whatever the case, it’s all over for us…for Zeus.”

Zeus, over—maybe this sounds foolish, but until yesterday I had never thought such a thing could happen.

Maybe we shouldn’t have been punching above our weight class. Despite how cocky we were with running the slums, we were just kids after all…Even so, we’d convinced ourselves there was nothing we couldn’t do.

--There was no use in regretting it now. I had to do something about this situation, and now.

If I didn’t, I would lose the sense of belonging I had only just managed to obtain.

I—didn’t want that.

Give it over

Give over everything to your feelings

…I felt as though I could hear a woman's voice.

"Did you say something?" I asked Nike, but she shook her head, puzzled.

Dite was still crying as she had been. It likely wasn’t her either.

So then who was it?

Give it over

Give over everything to your feelings

Again.

This time I could tell clearly that this voice was merely echoing inside my mind.

Give it over

Give over everything to your feelings

There was no mistaking it.

That was none other than my own voice.

And yet, it was somehow almost pleasant--

Give it over

Give over everything to your feelings

--That was exactly it.

There was no need to hesitate.

I…would do as I wanted to.

To save everyone.

To save myself.

I would remove anything that got in the way of that.

I—could do it.

Before I knew it, I was standing on a cliff near the shoreline.

Directly below me I could see the transport vessel and my friends.

And across the sea—from here I could clearly see the figure of the S.S. Titanis.

There wasn’t a lot of time left until it reached the port.

…Mr. Ziz.

I spoke to him where he was within the water with my mind.

Even without words, I could reach out to him.

--Obeying my orders, Mr. Ziz rapidly headed towards the S.S. Titanis.

All the while his body steadily grew bigger.

At a speed I had never seen before today.

The people onboard the S.S. Titanis were likely in a frenzy at seeing such a huge octopus drawing closer to them.

But that was temporary.

Midas and the other passengers onboard the ship would sink into the ocean.

When he had grown as big as he could, Mr. Ziz’ tentacle closed around the S.S. Titanis.

He began to shake the ship as though he were a child with a toy.

One by one his tentacles began to seize the ship—until at least it was completely covered by them.

--All in all, it took maybe several minutes to transpire.

When Mr. Ziz pulled his tentacles away and once more sank into the sea…

The S.S. Titanis was nowhere to be seen.

How many people were aboard that ship?

I didn't know, but it had to be a lot.

I had all too quickly stolen their lives.

I was aware that I had done something unthinkable.

Yet, for some reason it was extremely funny—

And before I knew it, I was smiling.

When I returned to the coast, my friends appeared to have noticed what happened with the Titanis.

They were aware that I could control Mr. Ziz.

Naturally, they knew who had sunk the ship.

“…”

No one said a word.

--I had done it on my own.

I hadn’t been wanting them to thank me.

…But you guys, at the very least.

Don’t look at me like that.

Like you’re gazing upon some frightening thing.

“…Let’s go.” The first to break the silence was Narcissus. “Get the gold bars into the car. Before someone comes.”

At those words, everyone moved into action at once.

We carried the gold from the boat and packed them into the automobile’s luggage compartment.

Midway through the work, Pan quietly whispered to me from nearby, “—Thank you.”

I stared at him, without meaning to.

“If you and Mr. Ziz hadn’t done that, we’d have been done for.”

“…”

“Everyone knows it. We were going to commit murder from the get-go. …It’s just that the number’s changed a bit.”

“I…guess.”

“And everyone aboard that ship was rich—the kind who would normally be sneering at poor people like us. You shouldn’t worry about a pack like that dying from getting caught up in this. …Oh, look.” Pan pointed to the sea. “Mr. Ziz is coming back. You should go get him.”

Following his advice, I walked away from the car and headed towards Mr. Ziz.

He looked extremely worn out when he popped up from the water. That was understandable.

“…You did well.”

I pulled him into my arms.

When I did, something fell down to the sand from between his tentacles.

“…?”

I scooped it up.

…It looked like a doll.

A small doll designed to look like an Elphe girl.

“What are you doing with this…?”

It was filthy, but I couldn’t find much damage on it considering it had been submerged in the water.

Maybe this had belonged to someone riding on the S.S. Titanis.

“…”

I didn’t mean for it to be any sort of atonement, but if this was a belonging of one of the deceased, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away.

And…I had heard that some dolls could sell for extremely high prices.

I would take it home with me.

By the time the car laden with gold reached Aceid, the sun had already set.

From there the car raced towards our hideout.

I was in the luggage compartment with my other friends. It had a canopy over the top, so neither us nor the gold was visible from the outside.

The interior of this car that Kandi had lent us was extremely luxurious, and it had a radio installed in it.

Today’s news broadcast through the speaker.

“—At noon today the passenger ship S.S. Titanis sank in the Hark Sea as it was returning to port. The World Police are still investigating into the cause at present. The exact number of deaths among the passengers and crew is unknown, but it looks fairly hopeless from the current situation. …Just now we have received a list of the names of the passengers who met with this unfortunate accident. I will read them in order. –Midas Touch, Robert Thayne, Ellie Thayne, Wise Rogzé, Mira Marlon, Michelle Marlon—"

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Chapter 3, Section 2- Complication of Feelings; Scene 6

Wiegenlied of Green (VG), page 190-197

🍀 Michaela ~The Country of Elphegort, “Freezis Estate/Garden”~

The southern sky was smeared with red. It wasn’t twilight. The sun had already gone down long ago.

It was the forest burning. The fact of the matter was that someone had set fire to the place where I was born; the Millenium Tree Forest.

I had wanted to immediately run out and head for the forest. But everyone in the mansion stopped me, saying it was too dangerous for me to go outside without understanding the situation.

A short time later, someone who’d gone to see the state of the forest returned. They said that it was the Forest of Bewilderment on Lucifenia's side that was burning, and that unfortunately because it was outside of Elphegort's national borders no one on their side could get involved. But it was only a matter of time before that fire moved on to the Millenium Tree Forest.

Everyone…please, stay safe…

I couldn’t help but be worried about them. The forest animals, the plants, the people living there, and—above all—Lord Held.

I tried contacting Elluka using the "Very Amazing Green Onion" several times, but there was no reply.

Up until now I had never done that action called “praying”. Because I was a spirit, and a being close to a god, I had no subject to pray to. But I prayed. Praying to god for a god's safety might have been an extremely contradictory act, but I had to pray anyhow. I mocked myself as having become completely steeped in humanity in just the span of one year and a half.

Clarith was beside me, offering prayer just like I was.

“In the Millenium Tree Forest is the god that introduced us to each other,” she said.

I knew that. He actually was there. But I couldn’t tell that to her.

No, I didn’t need to tell that to her anymore, either. I had one resolution that I was keeping hidden in my heart.

Before long, an unusual event occurred in that red, fiery sky. Thick clouds accumulated inside it, as though to conceal the forest. And those clouds brought about a great downpour, extinguishing the fire.

All of the people said that a miracle had happened.

It was midnight when the uproar completely settled. Suddenly, the “Very Amazing Green Onion” began to emit light. Having gone the whole time without sleeping because of my concern about the forest, I took the onion in one hand and dashed out to the garden in a panic.

“Michaela, can you hear me? Respond!”

Elluka’s voice was audible from the onion, sounding much more flustered than I'd ever heard her.

“Yes, I can hear you! Elluka, what’s happening in Lucifenia?”

“Sorry, it’s all kerfuffle over here…I apologize for being late in contacting you. Alright, Michaela. You have to get out of where you are now…No, you have to get out of Elphegort immediately!”

“What are you saying?”

“Lucifenia’s begun to invade Elphegort.

My 'purple' prophetic dream has come true!

”

I felt a build-up of shock. How could this be, when we had only been six months from sealing away the demon!

“It can't be…! Why would they do such a thing?”

"Riliane wanted to clear away the forest because it was in the way of the army's march. Although Gumillia and I were able to keep the destruction down to a minimum…I’m really glad she was there. I don't know if I could have forcibly made it rain all by myself. Well, really I'm glad that Gumillia's becoming so grown up in such a short amount of time due to my teachi…"

“Wait just a second, why has Lucifenia begun an invasion of Elphegort in the first place?”

“…It’s Riliane. I was careless. It had never occurred to me something as ridiculous as a love affair would be the cause of a war. Do you know that the king of Marlon has ended their engagement over some infatuation with a girl in Elphegort?"

“Yes, I know that…”

"To put it simply, she didn't take it well. They don't know who the other woman is, so she's decided to just destroy the entire country."

I became so dizzy that I almost fell over. It was insane, this princess couldn't possibly be so terrible a ruler. Or was this the work of the demon?

“Honestly, who in the world would seduce the King Marlon? What a huge pain!"

“…Elluka. I’m sorry.”

It was my fault. If only I'd properly turned him down. If only I hadn't been there in the first place.

After I concisely explained the circumstances of this whole matter, I could feel Elluka's irritation even through the green onion.

“Are royal families nothing but fools no matter where we go!? Why are they all useless ingrates!?…But at any rate, Michaela, if that’s the case then you need to get out of there all the more! You’re Riliane’s target. Even if she doesn’t know who you really are, the princess intends to…to kill all Elphe women, everyone with green hair.”

Green hair…While touching my own pigtails, I realized something terrible.

“Wait a second! Is she—is Gumillia safe!?”

“Don’t worry, she’s safe. Gumillia and I have just escaped from the palace. Although they've sent people after us."

“Thank goodness--! But then, the way it’s going people who aren’t related to this at all are going to be killed…”

“We can’t do anything about that now. I'll work to keep the damage down to as much as I can. I have acquaintances in the Elphegort palace as well. If things go according to my prophetic dream, eventually Lucifenia will fall to ruin in a revolution. We just need to hold out until then…"

She meant that no matter what happened now, there was no way to change the future predicted in a prophetic dream where the "purple" part had already happened. We had to accept that, and decide upon our next course of action.

“Michaela, the best way to ensure your safety is for you to change back into a spirit. If we could meet directly I would get it done quick and easy, but that'll be difficult with the way things are now. Go to the place called Nemu to the northwest of Aceid. It has the strongest magical atmosphere in the Evillious region, so when you're there even you should be able to use magic. I'll tell you now a simple method for the reincarnation technique, so…"

“I can’t do that.”

“…What?”

I had decided. I told my resolution to Elluka while keeping Clarith's face in mind.

“I won’t go back to being a spirit now. From now on I want to live my life as a human. I want to stay with someone who is important to me, no matter what.”

There. I said it. Would she be angry with me? Would she be surprised at me? …But no reply came from the green onion. Was I out of time? Just as I brought my ear closer to it Elluka roared in a voice like I’d never heard until now,

“AAAAAAGGGH ENOUGH! You and them, you’re all morons! You and Riliane and the King of Marlon and Allen and Leonhart and Mariam, YOU’RE ALL COMPLETE, UTTER, DUMBASSES!”

I heard what sounded like Elluka rampaging throughout the place, and also someone's voice trying to get her to calm down.

After a short while the noise stopped, and a familiar voice came on that wasn't Elluka.

“Long time no see, Michaela. It’s me, Gumillia.”

“Gumillia! …I'm sorry, for saying something so selfish."

With only her voice, it was hard to read Gumillia’s feelings. Maybe she was angry with me too.

“If you say that’s what you want to do, I won’t ask the reason. I think you should do, as you wish. I also became a human, and learned many things. I understand your feelings, quite well.”

“…Thank you, Gumillia.”

“I have also made my resolve. If you say you are going to stay as a human, then I will not return to being a spirit, either.”

Far away from the onion, I heard Elluka yell “WHAAAAAT?”

“I also, have found someone important to me. In order to protect that person, I too, will remain as a human.”

I didn’t ask who she meant. If she wasn’t going to question me, then I had no right to ask her. And even without asking it, I had the feeling that I knew who it was.

Once again I came to hear Elluka’s voice from the onion, having taken back some of her composure.

“Good grief, none of you have any filial piety at all. …Held's going to be a wreck."

"Um…About that…I was thinking of going to see him to apologize, when I have the chance."

“Hm? So you have some other way of escaping, apart from turning back into a spirit?”

I informed her of the Freezis family's hiding place that Lord Keel had told me about.

“Understood. We’ll rendezvous there when the situation calms down. Alright, Michaela…Don’t die.”

Before I could give a reply, I stopped hearing anything from the green onion. It seemed my time was up.

One more time, I murmured “Thank you” to the onion.

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