#anyways enjoy this corrupted cyan drawing i made

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I "accidentally" corrupted cyan n now HE'S trying to take over paradise ??? What do I do help

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Blooming Sorrow

Quick thing I pulled together in a few hours ✌️ Kind of a vent-y piece too so ummm 🤠

I took a lot of liberties with how pacts and magic work uhhh do pardon that 😅 I’ll probably post this to my AO3 (same name as here) as well so do look for it there too! 

The battle and summoning aspects mentioned in the beginning is meant to be reminiscent of Fire Emblem Heroes, which I’ll probably go into the details of my idea with at a later date. With that in mind, you can probably guess who I based Fallen Rheannon off of if you’re a Fire Emblem fan.

The character Pandora is my reinterpretation of the purple haired succubus from the A Cup of Red Coffee chat image, who you can find my designs of on my art account @obeyme_rheannon,  on Instagram. 

All in all, I feel this is the most personal emotion I’ve ever put into a piece, for good reason, and so I hope you enjoy!

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“There is no hope.” said Pandora to the lesser demon before unleashing the full might of Scabiosa, a rain of glowing purple thorns falling upon the hapless demon, which was then slammed by a vine of the same colour and iridescence, longer and thicker than a pillar. The demon disappeared, as all of them did to recover for the next battle, and just in time as Rheannon plowed through, spear in hand with a roar of “We won’t lose!”

…the real Rheannon, anyway.

Pandora soon found herself approached by the alternate that Rheannon had managed to summon the other day. Physically, they were one and the same. Emotionally and in terms of how they dressed, they could not be more different. 

The real Rheannon was kind and jovial even during the heat of battle. Quick to cut down her foes so they’d feel as little pain as possible. Easy to approach, and seemed to draw others to her. This…Fallen Rheannon, as the real one had taken to calling her, was devoid of any and all kindness. Merciless as she burned her foes into nothing from the inside out, with a flame that was not really a flame as it held no warmth. Solitary, and unsettling enough that her presence was enough to put the likes of even Pandora on edge.

Whereas Rheannon dressed in bright colours of cyan and white, symbolic of the beacon she’d become for demons, angels and humans alike, the alternate dressed in dark colours of red and black, in no way trying to hide her nature as a fallen hero.

“You know,” The alternate’s voice was laced with some sort of demonic reverb. Which made sense, as according to Rheannon, this alternate had sold her soul away by reciting a spell which allowed the pacts to corrupt her. 

“Once, a long time ago, I would have disagreed with you.”

The demon brothers of her world had tried to reverse the effects of the spell, and Rheannon’s trailing off when she was explaining the alternate’s origin heavily implied that the alternate had either killed or severely injured at least one of them. She had then escaped into the furthest reaches of her Devildom, plotting to attack the human world and purge it of its corruption. Until she’d been pulled here. ”Once, I may have told you that hope can move mountains. That hope is what makes or breaks someone, be they demon, angel, human or otherwise. That hope can unify and divide nations. Build and tear down empires. Preserve and destroy life.” The alternate—Fallen Rheannon, she reminded herself—looked at her with Rheannon’s eyes. But they were soulless and cold, devoid of the light that the real Rheannon’s eyes sparkled with so brightly, the warmth they radiated that brought comfort to even Pandora’s icy heart.

“But that was once, a long time ago.” Fallen Rheannon stared into the distance. “I forgive my old self for being so trusting, so loving, so naive. But I no longer believe in what she would tell you. I can’t, believe in what she would tell you. Not after what I have witnessed of humanity.” ”And what have you witnessed exactly, Rheannon?” The name burned her tongue to say, for there was no way this…husk, could be Rheannon. But Fallen Rheannon responded anyway.

”Betrayal. Heartbreak. Despair. Over and over and over again. I can no longer believe her now, not after people I loved, respected, admired, adored, cried with, cried for, prayed for… betrayed my trust. Broke my heart. Plunged me into the depths of despair over and over and over again.” Her empty eyes met Pandora’s, and she could’ve sworn there was…pain in them?

“So, your true goal is not to purge the world of its corruption; that’s just a front to make yourself seem like some kind of noble demon, so that others are less inclined to step in even with the forbidden power you wield.” The purple haired succubus deduced. “What you really plan is—“

“To plunge the world into despair and pain and sorrow.” Fallen Rheannon finished for her. “Make the world feel the same despair and pain and sorrow that it dealt to me.” 

Pandora remained silent.

“The world withered away the faith I had in others to nothing, because people are so stupid and selfish, dying to defend what they know is not right—whether it be illegal or taboo or inhumane or the actions of their own sorry carcasses—to their last breaths!” Fallen Rheannon was roaring now, her words pure venom even as they remained so very vague. Somewhere, the old Rheannon that she spoke of must still be in there, despite her claims to the contrary. What exactly happened to the real Rheannon that would cause this to befall an alternate of her? Pandora would have to ask…and then repay anyone she mentioned in full for their kindness to her dear friend. ”All I ever wanted was for the people who betrayed me, broke me, destroyed me piece by piece, to be honest; I believed once that people can change. People can make amends. People can grow and learn and atone for their mistakes. They made mistakes, I won’t deny that; I called one of them out for their mistakes for God’s sake.” The name made Pandora flinch, but she remained calm. 

“But I believed that they could change; I wanted so badly to think that they would see what they’d done wrong, that they’d admit that they’ve hurt others… because I loved them. I loved them. Others loved them. And they spat on all of us like we were dirt to them. Less than dirt to them.”

There were tears building in her eyes, to Pandora’s utter shock. This was the first time Fallen Rheannon had ever shown emotion beyond zealotry in her belief of purging corruption, beyond mercilessness in destroying those who stood in her way. Pandora slowly reached a hand out to try and comfort the grieving monster, only for her to swat it away.

“But they didn’t. They never did. And they never will.” Fallen Rheannon took a deep breath, then looked Pandora directly into her eyes. Whatever tears she had glimpsed were gone, replaced by a cold, burning flame. The same flame, Pandora could feel, that slowly burned the candle of her hatred on a long, everlasting wick. The candle that had started burning the moment the power of the pacts had eaten away at her soul.

Fallen Rheannon would have forever to make her tormentors feel that hatred, too, because she had made herself immortal through the pacts. And she would be able to torture their souls long after their physical bodies withered away, no matter where they ended up. From what the real Rheannon would likely tell her, most of them would end up in the Devildom anyway, and it didn’t take a genius to get into Purgatory. Though it would take a lot of magic. And will power. But as Fallen Rheannon herself had already demonstrated, nothing would stand in her way. Pandora could not say she felt one ounce of pity for those people, whoever they were.

“But that’s alright. Because whether they remember me or not, I will come. One day, when I find a way out of this damned contract that my old self has me bound to, I will come. And remind them of the debts they owe.” She stared out over the battlefield, watching as the real Rheannon defeated yet another lesser demon. 

“But I will not kill them… or at least, I will try not to. After all, there is one thing that both me and my old self still believe in.”

“And what would that be?” Pandora willed her features to remain cool, neutral. As she had learned and become over the centuries.

The smile Fallen Rheannon gave her turned her blood to ice.

“That there are fates worse than death.”