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I know this isn’t a hi3 blog but close enough, y’all I CANNOT stop thinking about Kiana and Mei. They’re in love and I want them to be happy forever but I also want to put them through impossible angst. But then I want them to comfort each other about it. You see the vision. Anyway send help I’m in too deep
#and I’ve only seen up through chapter 14 too#I know roughly what happens at the end though so the heartache is already intense#literally can’t stop thinking and yapping about them I need to be cured somehow#someday I’ll have a single coherent thought that I can type out into a fanfic#for rn it’s all so jumbled and I just want to ramble for hours#anyway#Honkai impact 3rd#Honkai impact#hi3#kiana kaslana#raiden Mei#kiamei#Kiana x Mei#posts from the coats
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Of the Devil’s head
(Bonus) Chapter fourteen - In search for Happiness
Sander’s sides fanfiction
Wordcount: 2228
Ship: prinxiety
TW: cursing, hurt, very vague description of sickness and dying, Remi being my version of Remi, some cute angst I guess - but not really. If anything else, just let me know :3
Summary of the whole story: They say, the one that wears the crown rules all - the living, the dead, the walking, the crawling, the rooted, the sane and the mad. They say, once you own the crown, you become the most powerful being on Earth and beyond. Roman’s stolen bigger things - a measly little crown won’t present a problem, even if he has to steel it straight off of the devils head!
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Chapter fourteen - In search for Happiness
It’s been four years since Roman left Hell.
Four years since he last saw his bellowed Devil. Virgil.
How nice that name rang in his head. He smiled to himself as he pushed yet another branch out of his way. The forest seemed to have gotten thicker since the last time he walked this rout. (Which was like two weeks ago.)
It’s become somewhat of a habit - walking around the kingdom looking for the entrance every couple of weeks - after he didn’t find it in the forest the next time he went.
Apparently, those signs weren’t bullshit after all. The entrance relocated as often as the moon changed positions…
But Roman made a promise. And when this former thief makes a promise, he keeps it.
So he pushed on, branch after branch, tear in the shirt, a thorn in the palm.
He just hoped the signs would actually show up at some point and his search wouldn’t end up, once again, useless.
It was getting colder, the sun setting through the crowns of the threes. Roman looked up for a second. He would have to turn back soon-
Aaaand he was falling.
Where? He had no idea. How? Not sure. Why? Again, he was clueless. But was he screaming? Without a doubt. “Fucking Heeeeell!!!!”
“Ow…” he hit the ground with a thud. It must have been at least a couple of feet that he fell. How the hell did he not break anything?
Wait! He moved his libs cautiously. No. Nothing broken. But bruised and purple in the next few hours, for sure!
God, his lungs hurt! The impact knocked the air out of them. He rolled onto his back.
And now, Roman was just laying clueless, looking at the irregular ceiling of the whole. With spears pointed at him.
“Am…” he swallowed. “Hi.”
At least he knew where he was now.
The Demons didn’t even budge. just stared at him with all their weird eyes.
“-and that just made him redder! like, hon, you literally can’t imagine! He was red! I’m telling ya! Red! And then I said, ‘It’s not like I was talking about his dic- oh my Hades!”
Oh, beautiful Persephone… Why?
“No way! You actually came back! What a fucking surprise!” Remi crouched over the poor being. “I didn’t expect to see you ever again. Nobody did honestly. You seemed too… how would I say this - simple minded? - to find your way back? But look at you! In parts but in Hell!”
“You know this thing?” one of the guards granted.
Remi turned to him, all offended. “Excuse me - know? I not just know him! We’re good friends! So step back, idiots. He’s under my protection.”
“Gods, I forgot you even existed…” Roman groaned collecting all his bones off of the floor.
Remi just grinned. “Love you too, boo. You’ll take me out for a coffee as thanks.”
“What, you can walk freely in and out of Hell now?” the former thief once agan groaned as he sat up fully.
“Give it a couple of years and I will! But anyways, it’s good that you’re here.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah! The guards were starting to bore me.”
“Well.” why was he not even surprised? “Where’s Virgil?”
“Oh yeaaah, he’s still alive. I completely forgot about him.”
“How can you forget about your own Devil?”
Remi shrugged, glasses somehow glistening even though there was literally no light down here. “He’s not much of a Devil now. More like what’s left of him.”
Roman’s brows furrowed. He pushed himself onto his feet, wincing a little. Maybe not broken, but pretty hurt. “What do you mean?”
“He’s an idiot, that’s what I mean.” the Demon shrugged again, fanged grin sliding back onto place. “Aaanyways!” he started walking of to Gods-know-where. Roman hurried after as fast as he could. “How much did you hear after you fell? Cause, like, it get’s juicy and I don’t want any missing details!”
“Am… Where are we going exactly? Are you taking me to him? And, what are you talking about?”
“Whatever. I’ll just start from the beginning! So, there I was all like-“
An interesting fact about the Human brain is that it is able to shut out everything once you are deep enough in thoughts. But, no matter how loud your thoughts get, or how deep you dig yourself, you can’t shut out Remington.
So Roman had no choice but to listen to that annoying being yapping on about - surprise, surprise - coffee.
It’s been four years. Makes you wonder how longs he’s been chewing people’s ears of with his “struggles”.
The liveling’s sense of time wasn’t the greatest. But he’s sure it’s been more then an hour that they’ve been walking. It must have been! Right?
It was ten minutes. But Roman didn’t know that.
It wasn’t even Remi’s fault. He kinda liked the guy. In a twisted, self-deprecating way.
“-oh yeah! And he was like ‘Well if you want it so bad! Why don’t you just go and get some?! And I was like ‘I can’t! I’m fucking stuck in Hell! And that was meant as literally as metaphorically, believe me! But anyways.” the demon stopped. “This is you. Enjoy him while you can!”
“You’re not coming?”
“Oh nooo! I don’t want to be around that slump. He bums me out!” Remi shook his head vehemently. And the murmured something under his breath that roman just barely caught. “Besides, I can hear him thinking even from hear. I don’t need to be that close.”
“So… I can just walk in?”
“Oh, sure babe! You’ve got nothing better to do anyways. Unlike me. So, byeeeee!” and he was off, long strides across the endless hallway. His hips moving completely over-done with every step.
Roman gulped. Looked at the giant wooden double door.
He’s been waiting for this exact moment for the past four years. Behind these doors was the being he loved.
He didn’t even hesitate.
With much more force then he expected to need he pushed the doors open and walked in.
The familiarity of this place was truly scare. His eyes glided over the place he tried to hide behind the stone beams. The place they sat together, him admiring the beautiful sight of Virgil’s wings. (Somewhere in the background he heard a tiny hiss, but he didn’t really register it.)
The magnificent high ceiling.
And the throne. The cold, uncomfortable stone throne. And on it, Virgil. Cooped up in a loose ball, his back to Roman.
Roman couldn’t help the happy laugh that bubble out of him. “Virgil!”
The being stiffened. Was that�� could that really be…? He sat up, too fast for his body’s liking and turned his head towards the voice. He gasped quietly and shakily. “You…”
And there he was, the most beautiful and kindest creature Roman has ever seen. Looking at him with his wide cloudy eyes as if he was a dream. And all that idiot managed to say was: “You look like shit.”
Virgil just raised an amused eyebrow. “Thanks, but you’re not better yourself.”
“Ah well, you know. I just went through literal Hell to get to you.”
“I’ve been living in ‘literal Hell’ all my life. I think I win.” the Devil snickered, ending with a cough. “But seriously. You gotta get those scars checked out. I’ll call for the medics.” he pushed himself off of that throne, made two steps and fell backwards. Back against the throne. “Yeah. Maybe not.”
“Gods, what happened to you?” Romans worried voice rang through the whole place. “I though Devil’s are supposed to be immortal!” he rushed over to the being.
“Ah well, you know. Not when there’s a Human running around with their name constantly on his mind.” V shrugged. As if it was nothing. As if the fact that his non-life wasn’t about to end in like a year. It was supposed to be a least twelve years of life - apparently roman couldn’t get him out of his head, not even for a moment.
“So… You’re dying?”
“Kinda, I guess?”
“But… if the name is so important, why did you tell me?”
“Am… I kinda saved your soul after you left? I erased yours so you’d be able to go to Heaven once you actually die. I didn’t really think you’d come back. And living millennia knowing you won’t ever see someone you love…” the Devil cast his eyes down. “…yeah…”
“You erased my name from your memory?”
“Yeah.”
“That annoying little demon was right. You’re a complete moron.” Roman sighed exhasparatedly.
Virgil blinked. “Excuse me, what?”
“You’re an idiot. You’re a complete and utter idiot.”
“Because I tried to save your soul…?”
“What even made you think I’d want to go to heaven?”
The Devil pursed his lips. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that panic attack you had when you saw all those damned souls getting tortured?”
Roman stared at him. Eyes cold and face neutral. And then he smacked his lips. “Okay. That’s a valid reason.”
“Well, I know!”
“But still. It doesn’t give you the right to decide for me. I should get to decide where I want to end up. And that’s here. With you.”
Virgil just watched the nameless Human crouching in front of him.
“Besides. I made a promise. And Roman always keeps his promises.” the liveling smiled.
Roman. Yeah. That was his name.
Suddenly all the memories of him saying Roman’s name rushed back into Virgil’s mind. He loved that name. “Now your soul will forever be doomed to stay here…”
“I don’t really mind actually.” Roman shrugged and settled down next to his demon pulling him close.
The shorter creature instinctively curled up at his side. He missed this. He missed him.
“So, there’s no curing you?”
“Not that I know off…” Virgil shrugged sadly. “I’m sorry…”
Roman pulled him even closer, careful with how fragile his dear seemed. “We’ll come up with something. I promise.”
“And you always keep your promises.”
“Yes, I do!” Roman grinned.
A moment of silence comfortable silence passed. Full of happiness but heavy with fear of what’s next… Then the former thief asked: “Was there a moment you regrated erasing my name?”
“Hm.” that signature nose-laugh. Roman missed that. “A couple actually. I really wanted to believe you’d come back eventually. The first time I ran straight to Remington and begged him to tell me your name.”
“And?”
“And I said: ‘I donno, who cares?’” Remi stepped through the open doors, hips swinging - like the true deva he is. Something in his hands. “No offence, hon, but I forgot the moment you mentioned it. Unlike me, you’re not the most memorable.”
“And yet you remember me.” Roman smirked.
“Agh. You disgust me, Human.”
The sitting pair just laughed. “What’s up Remi? Haven’t seen you around much.” Virgil asked, voice noticeably weaker than the last time Remi had heart it.
“Look what I’ve got.” he grinned letting the thing he was holding fall to their feet with a loud bang. A book.
Remi sat down in front of it. “You were getting really annoying with that ‘I’m so dying’ act. Honestly, Virgie, you were even more boring than before this thing showed up.” he rolled his eyes, nodding towards Roman. “So, I actually read a book. God I was so bored! But anyways, you see, in my reading -“
“Wait, you actually read?” V’s expression was so surprised it almost made Roman laugh. But he had the decency the at least conseil it as a cough.
“Well, I forced the souls to read it for me and then threw them into the pit if it wasn’t interesting enough.
“Now that makes much more sense.” the Devil laughed.
“As I was saying, in my reading, stumbled upon this one. It talks about name-power and all that jazzy stuff.”
“That’s great Remi, but why are you telling us?”
“Just wait a little, will you? I’m getting there! There’s a cure.”
“A cure?” Roman peeped up, eyes and voice both full of hope. “As in to save Virgil?”
“Yeah. Turns out you just gotta say your name again.” Remington shrugged, leaning back. His job was done. Now he could go back to not caring ever again. It is exhausting.
“Well, we did that and nothing.” the Human breathed, happiness flailing away. Virgil also seemed a little more bummed. But the devil never let’s his hopes up high, so they don’t fall too low.
“Hollow-head! Nothing happens overnight! Give it a couple more days. Like a weak or two. And you’ll be good as new.” the demon grinned at the king.
“So he’s going to be okay?” Roman asked shivering with happy anticipation.
“Yes. Now excuse me. I gotta get this back to Gory - I stool it from the library when she wasn’t looking.” Remi stood up clearing his throat. Signature grin in place, book under his armpit.
He was almost out the door when a fleeting thought of Virgil’s caught his ear. “Thank you.”
Remi looked back at the Devil. He was smiling at Roman, who talked animatedly about Hades-knows-what. he hasn’t seen him smile like that in literal forever.
For the first time, Virgil seemed truly happy.
Remi turned back and walked out the door. He wasn’t needed anymore.
“Always.”
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That old chatter-box really cares! He spent month digging through that monstrous library to find anything about the names - but he would never actually admit it.
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Surprise, surpruse!!
A bonus chapter! Because I’m not that cruel XD
But in all honesty, I personally, while loving a good happy end, rather read a story with some open-ended angst. Makes me angry? Yes. Makes me want to come up with all these scenarios it could continue with? Absolutely! So yeah...
I would’ve uploaded this sooner, but had the most full and stressful and yet relaxing week ever (Don’t ask me how that works. I am still confused.), So here it is now :)
Thanks for sticking around guys! Love you! <3
And as always, hope you enjoyed :3
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