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blccdiedhands asked:"As angry as you are right now, I think you'd regret adding another death to your tally today." (helena)

TREMBLING. JEANNE WAS TREMBLING. Sword in hand, towering over the WHIMPERING FOOL. Gilles de Rais was not, somehow, Jeanne Alter’s worst enemy or nightmare. No. He was just a fucking psycho that had brought her into existence. But that didn’t mean she was going to just sit IDLY BY while he tried to parade around her life like he still MATTERED AT ALL. And she damn sure wasn’t going to sit by while this SICK. FUCK. Commented on the puerile innocence of her SANTA LILY COUNTERPART. Soon as the words left his mouth, and that perverted gaze shifted across to the one good thing about Jeanne Alter’s putrid existence, the elder version of herself snapped. Was damn LUCKY she hadn’t burned the entirety of Chaldea to the ground. Helena’s words echoed in her head. Reminding her that there still remained OTHER good things, too. Not about Jeanne herself, but AROUND Jeanne. Good people. BETTER people. “Bastard deserves it.” Still, there was a slight hesitation in her voice. “You know who he is. You know what he’s like.” But did that have ANYTHING to do with it? Helena’s words had nothing to do with whether Gilles deserved to die. But whether Jeanne Alter TRULY wanted to kill. Besides, they had no choice. The Master AND the Throne of Heroes had seemingly decided. For better or worse. Gilles de Rais was part of their twisted, fucked up family. Though what good purpose he could serve was BEYOND Jeanne. But then again… What good purpose did JEANNE HERSELF serve? Another tremble. “The bastard lives. But let me get three things straight. One. If he EVER looks at Jeanne Lily like that again, I WILL gut him. Two. YOU are my new distraction, Hel. And three. You owe me a fucking drink.” Sword clattered to the floor. No, it hadn’t actually been hers. Uhh… WHOSE was it again? She was sure someone would figure it out.