#Malleus when he shares devasting parallels to Morgan!Yuu: 🫠

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Ok, but what about a morgan Yuu who is still tonelico and has not yet lost complete hope. That when they inevitably go back to fairy Britain, they leave without a word to their friends. Once they figure out where they went they follow for answers.

However, once they get there they find that Yuu has become a completely different person. One whose cold and without that once bright hope shining in their heart. They join the fight to dethrone them because that's the only way to have a conversation and get answers, and hopefully snap them out of whatever is going on with them.

They never get that conversation. The next time they see them, it's Yuu's mutilated corpse that greets them.

They're crushed, but they get even more devastated when everything goes to hell and learn in detail what Yuu Morgan has done to keep this decaying hellhole alive. The guilt they would feel knowing that they contributed to their beloved friends brutal death, and the destruction of everything they bleed, cried, and broke themselves for.

That is saur fucked up because like imagine bro imagine.

Imagine some stranger showing up, there's brightness in their eyes and that little hope they have shining brighter than any star in the sky. Imagine you fight alongside them, you learn to be friends with them, you study, you laugh, you joke, you argue—by the Gods you are friend and you'd lay down your life to defend them.

And then, like a wisp of smoke, they disappear. They leave, and the space in your friend group is so hollow your desperate to fill it with anything.

And you remember their promise. You remember what they told you about their world and you pray, and you hope against hope. And that wish, that soul squeezing wish is granted but its not the same because the monkey paw can never stop curling.

You're sent to a world where the horrors are insurmountable, you band together and all you can do is watch and scorn. Humans reduced to less than cattle, faeries who indulge upon themselves like debased creatures, watching the few of your allies get picked off one by one because the world aches for cruelty, aches to show you the worst side of itself with no preamble.

So you watch and you scorn. The people and its monarch. You watch and you scorn because what else can you do when you're witnessing the depths of base desires in its entirety, watching it consume them inside and out like a rot that only stems from deep within your soul.

Only to find out that the one person behind it all (Or so you believe) was the friend who you'd come to love, aged in ice, but still the friend who'd helped you through the hellish experience of emotions and magic blending into one agonizing episode.

This is the friend who reigns Supreme. So you scorn your friend, barely letting them get a word in because what excuse could you come up with when it comes to human cattle and fae tearing each other limb from limb over petty disputes that amount to nothing? What excuse?

So you fight against them, leaving wounded and hurt at the notion that this is what your friend had fought so desperately to return to, that this is the friend who spun tales about their world and how much they adored it. Of course, you're hurt and upset—desperate to tear down the hellish realm brick by brick.

So you fight the calamities, you watch as the one closest ally dies and watch as the abyss finally sheds it skin to reveal its gaping maw and all you see beforehand is their mangled corpse.

And you learn and you mourn, for their suffering, for their endurance, for people who wouldn't even bat an eye at tearing your heart out. Because why else would they endure it all if not to experience just a modicum of compassion even after death?

I hope you know that you are a DEEEPLY EVIL PERSON for making me ruminate on this like I actually feel sick to my stomach 😭😭😭 Morgan!Yuu stop suffering challenge...... [FAILED]