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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XVIII | Ghost of the Grey

Chapter XVII | Chapter XVIII | Chapter XIX

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 904

A/N: Italics represent past events.

1:05am.

That took longer than she initially planned.

It happened mostly how she thought it would, but...if she said that she was prepared for the Pythoness to share the feast, she’d be lying.

This didn’t put much of a damper on the plan, however, she felt the ever so slight feeling of guilt of dragging the Pythoness into this.

This mostly just annoyed Galahd for she was aware that mere acts of kindness did not automatically make someone good or worth trusting.

She should know this all too well.

But this didn’t matter now.

What mattered was the mission. That was all that mattered.

Upon returned the tray of cleared dishes to the kitchen, Galahd hastily made her way to the second pantry.

She took a brief moment staring at the cot.

If this plan worked, she would no longer be forced to this small space her room.

However, if it didn’t...she still wouldn’t...her new bed would be within multiple albinogin stomaches.

But it was too late to retreat...the last seed was in her grasp and just needed to be planted.

Which was the phase of her plan.

As she grabbed a small coat hanging upon the wall and a scarf to wrap around her face, she returned to the hallway, peering to the right while returning to her statuesque form.

The light from the office fireplace still barely illuminating the corridor and the subtle moans continued.

Galahd just shook her head in silence before she returned to the Bird’s cage.

She made her way into the bathroom. The plush rugs squishing under her feet.

Her milky eyes planted out of the window above the tub.

Birdie only took baths on few occasions.

Her birthday, lower business days where her extraction services weren’t needed or when Dion was busy entertaining guests, in whatever way he saw fit.

Other than that, she only showered and if she was the prime source of entertainment, they were exceptionally long.

At least an hour which a trip to her bed immediately followed.

During those long showers, Birdie liked to keep this small web shaped window open to invite in the cool night air.

The latch was old and rusted so it always stayed unhinged.

And knowing this would be one of those fateful nights for the poor bird, it was a sure way of her source of absence being undetected.

After climbing in the tub, with a heave, Galahd hoisted herself up to the window leaping from it head first landing in a somersault on the hard grounds below.

It was a 35 minute walk to the nearest Imperial Base on the main road, but with a short cut through the woods, she’d arrive in 15 minutes flat.

Wasting no time, enveloped tape in hand, she dashed toward the blackened woods shrouded by a grey fog.

The vapors so thick, the moon barely shown through, but she could see her way.

Navigating through the darkness in swift silence. Her light footsteps not steering a single leaf out of its place.

Her breathing seemingly non-existent.

Like a ghost in the grey.

15 minutes on the dot, she arrived at the base. A camera patrolling the entrance slowly turning between the left and right side.

It had to be timed perfectly as to not set raise alarm.

She awaited just outside of the camera’s view on the side that covered the most ground.

As it began to turn away, she sprinted fiercely to the entrance placing the envelope on the pavement before swiftly turning her heel and returning to her original spot.

Turning to see the camera’s light just now pass over the envelope.

She was undetected.

1:30am, Phase 4 was officially complete.

Still she had no time to rest in triumph, although the hard part was over, she still needed to get back to the manor.

After that, the rest would be cake.

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1:46am.

Galahd stood outside the manor. Staring up at the window in silence, she surveyed the atmosphere.

She heard not a soul, no subtle breathing, no footsteps. The room was shrouded in darkness.

The coast was clear.

She backed up just far enough.

With a deep breath, sprinted toward the window, using the momentum to carry her up the wall until she firmly grasped the window seal.

Light pain from her sharp grasp emitting into her fingers.

Ignoring it, she hoisted herself forward slowly pulling her body through as to not make a sound lowering herself into a handstand position in the tub.

Tilting her body backward and correcting her stance to an upright position over the edge of the tub onto the floor.

Hastily making her way out of the Bird’s cage, Galahd steadily made her way toward the kitchen. There was little need to worry, but the sooner she could make it into the kitchen, the better.

Peering toward the office for the final time, the fireplace light still illuminating the floors and Birdie’s body still being used to the devil’s will.

A light smirk rose to Galahd’s face as she entered the kitchen.

Returning to the second pantry, she removed her coat and scarf before planting herself onto the cot.

Finally able to rest.

The hard part was over.

Phase 5 was complete.

Now there was nothing left to do, but wait.

Come morning, this will be their nightmare.

Come morning, the bird sings no more.

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Laughing Prompto | Part I

Original Submission by: Toxxiclullaby | 

A/N: This is a creepy and pretty unnerving Creepypasta story. It will be in two parts. Part II will hopefully be posted tomorrow.  

Words: 962 | Warnings: Blood, Death, Violence, Mutilation, Burning (It’s a mess.) | Characters: Six Ulric, Muerlin Zephyr, Prompto Argentum | 

It was a nice summer day in Willownoire. My little five-year-old Muerlin was playing outside, just a few feet away from the forest’s treeline.

I wasn’t afraid of it. The animals all loved her, ever since she was born. Part of being the Pythoness.

Muerlin has always been a quiet kid though, playing mostly by herself, never really liked having many friends… but the imagination on that girl… simply amazing what a child’s mind can come up with.

I was in the kitchen, feeding our little coeurl Scoobs, when I heard what sounded like Muerlin talking to someone. Her back was turned on the forest, so she wasn’t making small talk with Friday, her pet behemoth, that was for sure.

I decided to go outside and check.

When I went over, I got a little confused, because Muerlin was the only person there. Was she talking to herself? I could’ve sworn I heard another voice.

“Muermaid?” I called out to her “It’s time to come inside, sweetheart.”

Muerlin run right past me and made her way to the kitchen table, playing with her silver locks while looking at me make her food.

“Muermaid,” I was creeped out enough not to mind my own business “who were you talking to out there?” I asked.

Muerlin stared at me for a while before answering. Did she think I was scolding her?

“I was playing with a new friend.” She smiled brightly.

I poured some milk for her and sat across the table “Does this friend have a name?”

That same stare again.

“His name is Laughing Prompto.” I was a little taken aback by the answer she’d given me.

“Oh, that’s a strange name. What does your friend look like, honey?” I smiled sweetly, hiding my confusion.

“He has short chocobobutt hair and his eyes look like the sea.” It’s nothing out of the ordinary “He’s got black around his mouth, like when Scoobs eats the raw met he likes.” What? “And when he laughs his eyes turn golden because he’s like the sun.”

Wait, what?

It took me a while to realize there was no way someone of that description would live anywhere near us without me knowing about it.

My daughter was talking about her imaginary friend. Creepy imaginary friend but still… I suppose it’s only normal for kids her age to have imaginary friends, especially since she has no real kids to play with.

It’s probably a phase.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Once it was time, I put Muerlin to bed. I tucked her in, gave her a kiss and made sure to turn on her nightlight before closing the door.

I found myself falling asleep not long after.

Had a horrible nightmare.

It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown facility. I was scared, running through the corridors and broken pods of water…? What was this place? The entirety of it had a horrible vibe to it; a strange feeling… like I’ve been here before.

It felt like someone or something kept its eyes on me, even though there didn’t seem to be another living thing in sight.

Then suddenly, I begun to hear music play. The sounds of the Chocobo song being played through the facility’s speakers echoed everywhere.

I followed its tune almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward.

It was pitch black, the only light being a dim blue, illuminating the pods standing tall on each of my sides. I walked between them while the music slowed down; I found myself humming along, unable to stop.

The music was cut off and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of them was practically blinding; all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me.

I couldn’t move. My legs were frozen and all I could do was watch as the daemons drew closer.

The image was cleared pretty quick. THEY WERE CHILDREN!

As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their bodies, others were severely burned, their skin looked like ash; others were covered in black goo, missing limbs… eyes…

The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground… tearing inside me.

As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter. Horrible, evil laughter.

The sound of a camera clicking.

Then nothing.

I woke up in cold sweat. After taking a look around, I saw Muerlin’s favorite Lucian action figures, positioned to face me on top of the nightstand. I run a hand down my face and sigh at the thought of her waking up before me.

I gathered the toys and made my way across the hall to her room, however when I opened the door, Muerlin was sound asleep.

I let it slide.

I placed the toys to their original place and made my way to the kitchen for a cup of Ebony. Wasn’t long before Muerlin woke up and came to join me for breakfast.

She was unusually quiet this morning. Maybe she hadn’t slept well either.

I decided to ask about her toys after she had a sip of her milk.

“Muermaid, baby, did you put your toys in mommy’s room this morning?”

Her eyes shot up at me for a moment, then quickly glanced down at her glass.

“Prom-kin did it.”

I rolled my eyes “Well, you tell Prompto to keep the toys in your room.”

Muerlin nodded and finished her breakfast. After a while she hopped out of the chair, deciding it was time to go play outside.

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The Kids Are Alright

Dedicated to my babeh @insomniasix to boost her spirits!!! I LOVES YOU, BABEH!!!

Word Count: 1,781

Warnings: None. | OC’s: Six Ulric & Muerlinian Zephyr (Arcana)

“MOOOOOMMA SIIIIIX!!!”

A sharp squeal startled the comfortable glaive that had dozed off on the couch. The sound of the rain mixed with a cup of piping hot coffee pleased her senses.

So much so that she didn’t mind that she was left vulnerable to the potential sleepies still roaming around in her eyes. It was rare for her to be so relaxed on a regular day, but today...

Today, the glaive was at peace.

“MOMMA SIIIIIIIIIX!!!!!”

Or so she thought.

“What is it, babeh Muerlin?”, Six sleepily shouted toward the hallway, stretching her limbs across the sofa.

“I CAN’T FIND MY HOODIE!!! I THOUGHT I LEFT IT ON THE-...OH! WAIT, NEVERMIND! I FOUND IT!”

Jeez...Six shook her head at the little minx. Ever since she was a kid, Muerlin had been prone to interrupting Six’s peace, but she didn’t mind.

The rowdy teen always had some sort of quirk and quip to keep a smile on the glaive’s face.

“Oooookie dokey!”, Muerlin chirped, catching Six’s attention from behind the sofa, hurriedly shuffling toward the front door, pulling her white feathered hood over her silver locks. “I’ll be back later!”

Before Six could respond, a low scoff sliced through the tranquil atmosphere.

“And where are you going?”

The twinkle in Muerlin’s gaze suddenly shifted to a light annoyance as she turned toward the kitchen to see Nyx leaned against the refrigerator, arms folded with a condescending smirk on his face.

“Out”, Muerlin replied, her voice now monotoned compared to the cheerful tone she had a moment ago.

“Out where?”, Nyx egged on.

“OutSIDE”, Muerlin replied, growing impatient with her brother’s nosiness.

“For what? It’s raining cats and dogs out there”.

“It’s just rain, Nyx. It’s not a hurricane. I’ll be fine”, the younger teen calmly replied with a light eye roll. “I’ll see ya, later”, Muerlin chuckled as she placed her fist upon the door handle.

But Nyx wasn’t finished.

“When’re you coming back?”, his tone stiffened and grew a decibel or two.

Six could feel the silver haired baby’s aura change as her brother continued. If anything, this was evident by the light spark and crackle that erupted from Muerlin’s fist.

“What’s it to you?”, Muerlin returned her glare to her brother, becoming more and more fed up with this stupid interrogation.

“What’s even that important for you to go out in the rain like that, huh?”, Nyx began to shout in frustration, Gods know what for.

“I’m going to the arcade with the guys, alright?!”, Muerlin retorted.

“Oh, so you mean Mr. Blonde Boy Wonder?”

Six was still planted on the couch watching, but she could sense Muerlin’s rage grow as a flustered heat illuminated her chubby cheeks to a light shade of pink.

“Y-yeah! He’s gonna be there, so what?! It’s..n-not like we’re fucking or anything!!”, Muerlin shouted. Her embarrassment beginning to get the best of her. 

“The thought never even crossed my mind”, Nyx scoffed, “but clearly it’s crossed yours”, Nyx continued to pry stepping closer to his sister. “

“What is your problem?!”, Muerlin took a step toward her brother, their fiery glares rose light sweat to the silent glaive’s brow.

“Do you even know who that guy is?! I see him with Prince Noctis checkin’ out girls left and right!!”

Muerlin struggled to keep her composure. Although she knew Prompto was girl crazy, this being rubbed in her face did nonetheless hurt her feelings, but she couldn’t let Nyx see that.

“S...so what?! He’s...he’s just enthusiastic!!!”

Nyx chuckled at his angered sister. “Oh, this is too rich”, the glaive in training gloated.

“Back off, Nyx!! You don’t even know him!! You haven’t even taken the time to bother!! Besides, he doesn’t even like me like that anyway so why you gotta be so pissy about it?!”, Muerlin was fed up and ready to snap, but she refused to show it to her brother.

She refused to let Nyx win.

Six began to stand from her seat. Knowing Nyx, he wouldn’t tolerate Muerlin’s retorts and the silver haired wizard wouldn’t dare take any of her brother’s sass.

When they were younger, it was a lot more fun to watch them roughhouse, but as they grew, so did their tempers. Muerlin was sensitive and Nyx was a hot head, but both of them were able to bring the house down on their own, but heaven knows what they could end up doing at the same time.

...and Muerlin was ready for it, but to her surprise, rather than coming at her, fists ablaze, Nyx just sat in a nearby chair with a sly grin on his face.

“I’m not...I just said I noticed him checking out girls”.

“Oh, no...”, Six sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

“So why would he be into some little boy that thinks he’s a girl?”

Muerlin’s heart pounded in her ear. That was it.

She was already self conscious about her appearance. Her hair was much shorter than all the other girls and she didn’t take much of a liking to short shorts and dresses.

She didn’t want to believe Nyx was right, but...he was older. More experience...he knew what boys liked...what if it wasn’t her?

Muerlin shut her eyes tightly trying to force back to the tears wielding underneath. 

“Muerlin, sweetheart...”, Six sighed before approaching the shaky teen.

She couldn’t speak or he would know...he would know that he got to her. With that, in one swift motion, Muerlin yanked the door open, dashing outside before slamming it shut taking off in a sprint down the rainy streets.

“Dammit, Nyx”, the frustrated glaive scolded as she turned to face her son. The grin on his face replaced with a blank stare toward the floor, a somberness dwelling behind his eyes.

With a sigh and lightly nurturing smirk, she planted herself in the chair across from the young firecracker.

“Alright, kiddo, what is it?”, Six lightheartedly asked her son, whom merely glanced at her still trying to hide.

“What is what?”

“What’s goin’ on in that thick skull of yours?”, Six poked the boy’s temple receiving a grimacing side eye from him.

“Come on, you mean to tell me you just got some urge to bash your sister’s crush and humiliate her for no reason? What? Do you need a tampon, sweetie?”, Six teased with a playful grin.

“No”, Nyx quickly retorted in light disgust.

“Then, out with it, kid”.

Nyx returned his gaze to the floor, his arms still crossed. “I just don’t want her to do anything stupid, that’s all...”, Nyx vaguely explained.

“What makes you think she’s gonna do something stupid?”, Six commented.

“I mean, she barely knows the guy. You can’t just jump into shit like that. You gotta take time to get to know people and their intentions. Make sure they respect you, know their boundaries, whether they like you for you and not...y’know”, Nyx’s voice softened to mild concern before he returned to his regular stoic state.

“Yeah...I think I know”, Six smiled at the protective young man.

“I’m just trying to look out for her stupid ass!”, he stammered. “She’s gone all the time. We don’t know where she is, what she’s doing...or what he’s doing. Maybe I should just go talk to him myself”, Nyx glanced toward his jacket contemplating going after them.

“Or maybe big brother needs to trust that his little sister isn’t so little anymore”, Six kindly grinned to her son, whose gaze was returned to hers.

Now Nyx was embarrassed. He put up this macho man persona to impress his friends and colleagues, but Six knew how much he really loved his sister and the lengths he’d go to keep her safe.

“I can’t be here all the time like I used to, mom...I can’t keep her from getting into any trouble when I’m training day in and day out”, Nyx admitted in frustration.

“Yeah, well. Trouble is everywhere, kid, but she’s found her way out of trouble before”.

Nyx sighed with a light nod.

“Besides, not like you have anything to worry about with this one anyway”.

“What do you mean?”, Nyx turned back toward his mother with a raised eyebrow.

“That blonde boy blunder does get a kick outta short skirts and high heels”, Six giggled to herself thinking about it, “but he’s a really sweet kid and he wouldn’t do a thing to hurt baby Muerlin. Especially if he wants her to say ‘yes’ to going to that dance next week”.

Nyx’s eyes widened slightly upon realizing this. He actually did like Muerlin...and now he felt even worse. He had nothing else to say, but...

“Shit”.

“Yeah”, Six chuckled before standing from her seat, “but don’t worry about it, kiddo”, she continued as she returned to her spot on the couch next to her coffee.

“It’ll all work out somehow”.

Hours later...

As the moon had just risen in the Insomnia skies, Muerlin finally returned home.

From the outside, all that could be seen from the windows was the TV light. She merely assumed that Six had fallen asleep in front of the screen watching Treasure Planet for the millionth time.

As the still slightly saddened wizard began to head down the hall a light “hey” caught her attention.

She turned her gaze to see Nyx sitting on a pile of pillows fumbling with the remote to get to the DVR list. Two giant tubs of ice cream sitting in front of him and she could tell that one of them was hers.

“What’re you doing with my ice cream?”, Muerlin softly asked her brother in light confusion.

“Waiting for you to pop a squat so you can eat it, come on”, Nyx smirked at the girl.

Although complete mind boggled, Muerlin wasn’t one to turn down ice cream so after kicking off her shoes, she sat next to her brother on the bunches of plush pillows and began digging into the frozen treat in the container.

She was so wrapped up in the deliciousness of her late night dessert, she was lightly startled by a retro drum intro that blasted from the TV speakers followed by the upbeat 70′s vocalization for the Scooby Doo theme.

“I taped a marathon of all the episodes. I’d say we’ve got enough ice cream to get through until ‘The Creeper’ so we can go to the store and grab more later”, Nyx explained as he grabbed his ice cream tub before turning toward his sister with a challenging grin. “Last one done has to pay”.

A mischievous pearly grin stretched across Muerlin’s face.

“You’re on”.

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XII | Third Eye

Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII

Word Count: 5,114

Warnings: None.

A sudden pulse like a solid punch to the chest ferociously yanked Ceres from her meditation.

Taking her breath away, leaving her in a heavy pant.

She clutched her chest in slight fear by the random sensation. Cautiousness and curiosity filled her mind.

She had never felt such a reaction from her daily routine. Especially since her meditation period was meant to keep her emotions at bay. Or risk her Third Eye leveling the entire kingdom. 

The stress of a Queen was not like any other.

Once she began to catch her composure, Ceres examined the bruise upon her chest.

Despite the light pain it caused, somehow it was...heartwarming.

What about this particular spot made her feel such a nurturing acceptance toward the impact?

As she scoured her memories to learn what the great Ramuh was trying to tell her, the only one she could pinpoint was one day some years ago...

...a gentle presence gracefully resting upon her breast...

...it was the day she lost...

“Muerlin...!”

It had been 14 years since Willownoire lost its princess...

14 years since she was taken away from the family that loved her dearly.

Those years had not been too kind to the Zephyr’s.

Sure, they were beloved by all who knew them throughout the kingdom, but losing Muerlin caused a strain on the family.

The sorrow within the hearts of Silvanus and Ceres weighed heavy on their 4 remaining children.

Ein, being the eldest Zephyr child, was proper heir to the throne, but declined it at a much younger age. Instead he join the kingdom’s military forced at 17 and at 24 has climbed the ranks to Captain of Willownoire’s Glaive.

He had always been a straight forward and no-nonsense character. Unfortunately his upbringing made it difficult for him to really enjoy his childhood.

He rarely spoke of Muerlin for he was aware of the main purpose he joined the military rankings. Muerlin was the Pythoness and the prophecy state that the Stormsender’s Daughter would succeed the throne.

His job was to make sure his little sister had the support system she needed to do so...whether he was here or not.

He was one of the only two of the Zephyr children that was aware of his potential fate. Yes, the kingdom was prosperous now, but the Zephyr’s had previously concluded that their days of serving Niflheim were over.

...and Ein was prepared to protect his sister’s legacy by whatever meant necessary.

The second eldest Zephyr child, had a different approach...

Gaea had spent most of her adolescence despising her parents for what happened to Muerlin. 

She saw them as cowards for letting the Nifs take away their own flesh and blood and seemingly replacing her with two more children.

As she grew, that resentment wained, but forgiveness was a much bigger step.

At 21, forgiveness was knocking upon her door. Though she hated the idea of her parents potentially trying to replace Muerlin, she understood what was at stake during that time.

But she still wasn’t about to sit by and allow her sister to return to a ruined kingdom.

As Ceres grew older, she was less able to keep up with the forests and the gardens.

Gaea gladly took upon the role of Guardian of the Forests. She scours the kingdom watching over the inhabitants of the forests. Keeping the wildlife in good health, the trees, the soil, the rivers.

As the Zephyr almost always on the prowl to better the wilderness, seeing her around House Zephyr was rare. As well as seeing her around the cities at all.

Younger children throughout the kingdom made up rumors of her existence and she became a model of protection in the kingdom.

it was rumored by the children that if you ever saw her, you were immune to daemons.

For the Guardian would always protect you.

This fine morning, Gaea had just finished her first sweep of the east forests and was taking a break perched in a high tree top.

The air was crisp emitting a delicate breeze that very much pleased the young princess’ senses.

Weather in Willownoire was usually nice, but today...it was especially lovely. Gaea didn’t think much of it for a moment until...

...a light growl in the distance interrupted her trance.

She pondered it for a moment for it wasn’t like anything she heard before.

“Wait...no way...”, she lightly exclaimed before bolting in the direction of the growl.

As she approached the sound, she remembered a story she was told as a child...

When Asteria was young, she played with all the creatures of Willownoire. Then one day Ramuh asked her which was her favorite and she said the behemoths.

So Ramuh found the purest, most gorgeous behemoth he could find and gave it to the little girl as a present.

The night she perished, he infused part of his life force into the creature making it immortal and sending it into hibernation in a cave far from the cities...

...and it was only to awaken when the Pythoness returned to the light.

Gaea had never really believed the story as more than an old fairytale, but the more she grew, the more she hoped it were true.

And sure enough...at the far east of the forest...emerging from a monumental cave...the more spectacular behemoth Gaea had ever seen. It towered the size of the average full grown beast. It’s eyes were a crystalline teal...just like Muerlin’s.

“It can’t be....”, Gaea’s shock still overcame her senses as she watched the beautiful creature take its first steps in centuries.

“Wait...”, she paused. “That must mean...”, a sharp gasp escaped her throat as a smile stretched across her face.

She finally had a reason to go home. The wind carrying her at light speed.

As years passed, Silvanus spent most of his time in a constant brooding state. As King, his responsibilities were to his people, but his depression grew and grew. 

Ein and Gaea were usually busy and rarely home. Though he had his wife and two youngest, Talon kept mostly to himself and tiny Heira was so oblivious to the chaos within her family that he felt constant guilt when he was near her.

Losing Muerlin did not only plague him to the brink of sickness due to his failure as a father, but showing his family love seemed so fake that he couldn’t bare to look them in their eyes.

A father giving away his little girl is supposed to be a momentous occasion of hope and joy as he gave someone who adored her for everything she is and gave her the best love she could ever feel the keys to his heart.

But this...

He never even got to look her in her eyes for the first time and tell her how much he loved her.

How much she meant to him.

And protect her like a father really should.

How could he prove to her that she was his everything when he gave her absolutely nothing?

Every night he imagined what she could’ve possibly looked like. What color were her eyes?

Were they his lavender hues or Ceres’ celeste?

Did she have Ceres’ full cheeks?

Her crooked grin?

Her quips and quirks?

Who was his little girl now?

At 14, she must know, wherever she is, she doesn’t truly belong...she must know she’s different.

Does she know about him? Her family? Did she hate him...?

So many questions.

So many what ifs unanswered...and as far as it looked for him, they never would.

Until...

“King Silavnus!!!”, a light shrill startled the tortured king, lifting him to his feet.

“What is it?”

“It’s...it’s Lady Ceres”, Yurin, one of the loyal servants of House Zephyr, and personal friend of the queen, panted in-between her words.

“What’s happened?”, Silvanus’ youth beginning to rush back at the worry of his wife.

“She collapsed in the east corridor. She told me to fetch you right away”, the panicked servant explained before Silvanus rushed by at a full sprint, Yurin following behind.

“CERES?!”, the desperate king called out toward his wife before he found her on the floor of her meditation chamber panting and wheezing while holding onto her chest.

Frantic of what could possibly be ailing his wife, rendering her immobile, he hurries to her aid.

However, when he reaches her, he notices that her face is drenched with tears.

“Ceres, what is it? What’s wrong?”, Silvanus takes his wife into his arms. To his surprise, upon lifting her gaze to meet his, he realized...she was smiling?

“What the devil...?”, the stunned king thought out loud.

“I-It’s her...”, the overjoyed queen replied between sobs, “I felt her...”.

“Who?”, Silvanus’ confusion still evident.

“Muerlin”.

At that moment, the king felt his heart stop with one booming beat.

“But...but how is that possible? How could you know?!”, he spouted in disbelief.

“R-Ramuh told me...”, the scatterbrained mother stammered, “I-I don’t know how, but...she’s alive...a-and...she’s coming home. She’s coming home, Silv!!”

Unable to contain her excitement over the matter, she began to shake.

And, honestly, who could blame her? Certainly not Silvanus for he yanked his elated wife into his arms for the most warming embrace, no longer able to hold back the tears that had built in his ever so tormented lavender eyes.

Their daughter was finally returning home.

After a moment...

“My King”, a low firm voice echoed through the meditation chamber catching the attention of the royals and Yurin.

“Sir Jerith”, Yurin gently greeting the elder whom merely glanced at her with a stern eye.

Jerith Atrium was the head councilmen of Willownoire and Silvanus’ merciless, no-nonsense advisor. 

“Ah, Jerith”, Silvanus greeted the man catching his composure. “What brings you out of your cave?”, he teased the ever so stoic man.

“Our meeting to discuss new policies on the military academic programs. It was meant to start nearly a half hour ago”, the elder stated, seemingly irritated by their king’s forgetfulness.

“Oh, dear...”, Silvanus sighed. “Is it that time already? It completely slipped my mind”, he cleared his throat as he stood from the floor, assisting his nearly calm wife.

“Um...I shall be up momentari-”.

“THE BEHEMOTH IS AWAKE!!!”, an abrupt shriek filled the room halting the king’s sentence, also startling the grumpy elder.

All eyes were on the panting, virtually exhausted Gaea.

“Lady Gaea?!”, Yurin gasped as she had not seen the princess in multiple weeks.

This was the first time she had graced the palace with her presence by her own will in quite some time.

“What is the meaning of this, Lady Gaea? You are completely covered in sweat”, the elder nagged the young woman. 

“What I just said, Jerith”, she retorted. Not having any of the man’s sass. “The behemoth hidden away in the east forest!! It’s awake!!”

“You mean...”, Yurin began in disbelief, “from the stories?”

“Impossible”, Jerith spouted toward the young adult like she was delusional. “That story is only an old folk to pacify children with fears of the dark”, he continued receiving an annoyed glare from Gaea. “Besides, if the behemoth of legend was real, it would only awaken if-”.

“If the it sensed it true owner; the Pythoness. MY sister”, she retorted.

“How are you even certain that you didn’t just see a lowly behemoth prowling about?”, Jerith continued to goad the Guardian. “There is a possibility you were patrolling the forests in the west and didn’t even know it”.

“Oh, just because I’m not an 800 year old asshat with rank prune breath, I can’t tell direction?”, Gaea mocked the elder as she stepped toward him.

“Gaea”, Silvanus called toward his daughter.

“I know what I saw!!”, Gaea spouted toward her father.

“She is right”, Ceres’ soft voice sliced through the tension as she finally recollected herself. All attention now on the queen’s stern gaze.

“Muerlin is alive. She is returning to Willownoire. I received a message from Ramuh himself. She has been sent down the path toward home. Only time will tell when she will arrive at our gates”.

Silence filled the room as the gravity of the realization settled within everyone.

With a shake of his head and light eye roll, Jeirth finally surrendered.

“I will postpone the meeting”, he released in sighed.

That night...

The eldest Zephyrs gathered in the drawing room.

The only light within the room was the subtle glow emitting from the fire place.

The only sound was the crackling of the flames until...

“So”, Ein broke the silence in a hushed tone, “...Tenebrae, huh?”

“Yes”, Ceres confirmed. “That was the direction of her essence resonated from”.

“It’s been 14 years. How was she able to hide out there for so long?”, Gaea curiously asked, starring out the window by her seat to the starlit skies above.

“My guess would be the Nox Flueret’s...”, Ein replied in turning his gaze toward his mother whom emitted a light smile.

“Oh, Sylva...”, Ceres softly chuckled, remembering her dear late friend. “Always full of surprises...”.

“So, what do we do now?”, Gaea turned her gaze toward her family. “Niflheim troops are most likely looking for her. Shouldn’t we find a way to go get her?”

“Unfortunately, we cannot”, Silvanus replied. “It would only threaten her safety more”.

“How? We’d be going to keep her safe from the Nifs. Couldn’t Ein send his men on a retrieval mission or something?”

Silvanus shook his head. “That would only make it worse. The presence of Zephyr’s outside of Willownoire would cause suspicion. Suspicion will cause curiosity. Curiosity brings chaos”.

“But she’s walking from Tenebrae and no one’s even heard a peep”, the Guardian protested still not understanding her father’s point.

“And why do you think that is?”, Ein chimed in. “The Nif’s wouldn’t want anyone else knowing that she’s alive. There would be worldwide panic”, he explained.

“Well, if the Nifs don’t want her being discovered, why would they allow her out of Imperial Territory? They had to know she was there...right?”, Gaea turned toward her mother.

“Not necessarily. Sylva would’ve taken precaution...for Muerlin to not draw attention to herself, she had to have a life outside the palace”, Ceres explained. Plus Niflheim is a large place...as well as Tenebrae...I’m sure the Chancellor kept her mostly a secret from a large portion of his army as well”.

“Precisely”, Silvanus agreed with his wife. “The fewer people that know of your treasure, the less likely you are to lose it”.

The thought of his sister being a trophy in Niflheim’s treasury burned Ein to his core. “Hmph...bastard...”.

“Okay...so they didn’t know she was in Tenebrae”, Gaea shrugged. “Still, it seems weird that she would be able to just walk out like it’s nothing”.

“That is true”, Ceres agreed lifting a pondering finger to her chin.

“Maybe they found out...”, Silvanus thought out loud.

“...hmm...it would make her departure more plausible”, Ein confirmed. “Despite being Imperial Territory, the longer she remained there, her powers would be nulled to a dormant state. Her appearance being all that set her apart from the norm...unfortunately...if her hand had been forced, she may have had no choice”.

“But how?”, Gaea asked. “If her powers were in a dormant state, wouldn’t that mean she couldn’t use them? How could they have found out?”

“Well...”, Ceres began to explain. “Her powers being nulled don’t exactly mean she couldn’t use them. It’s like the Third Eye. My abilities are driven off emotion so it’s imperative that I remain cool and collective at all times. Even if there was an adversary at hand. I meditate daily to keep myself in this state. If not, I risk losing control. The Pythoness’ power ranges at a much larger scale than mine so Muerlin will have a lot more to keep in check. Plus....there is the daemonic essence she harbors from Asteria. This essence is constantly battling her psyche for control. If she isn’t subjected to understanding her abilities, she is more susceptible to lose control...and the consequences could be apocalyptic”.

Understand this, horror filled within Gaea’s heart as she imagined what could’ve possibly happened to her sister. “Do you think...”.

“...it’s possible”, Ceres concluded.

The atmosphere shifted to a more somber state as the family mulled over the potential turmoil that their beloved Muerlin must’ve faced to result in her departure from Tenebrae.

“Not to change the subject, but...”, Ein began as he turned toward his father with a stern eye. “...if we conclude that the Nifs forced Muerlin out of Tenebrae, we must address the possibility that they will proceed to make their way here to find her”.

Silvanus sighed at his son’s remark. Although he did not want to admit it, he was correct. Chancellor Izunia would most likely assume she would be returning to Willownoire and would expand his efforts to retrieve her once again.

The ladies turned their attention toward the king.

“Ein is right...if Muerlin is not apprehended on her journey, the Chancellor will most certainly turn his attention to us to draw her out”.

“So, what do we do?!”, Gaea exclaimed. “We can’t just sit on our hands and wait for him to show up! The citizens; they wouldn’t stand a chance!”

“Gaea is right...”, Ein chimed in. His tone more stern than usual. “Muerlin is top priority, but we cannot allow the Chancellor to lay waste to the entire kingdom”.

Ceres couldn’t help, but smile in pride of her children. “Besides...how is Muerlin to return home if she doesn’t have a home to return to?”

Silvanus couldn’t smile despite the determination of his family.

“Still”, he began. His tone as heavy as his heart. “...determination and courage is one thing...but situations of this caliber often end in sacrifice...”.

Ceres was fully aware of this notion, Silvanus knew, but what about the other two?

Ein and Gaea locked eyes for a moment.

Despite Muerlin’s importance to Willownoire, she wasn’t the only child the king and queen cared for. “

“The weight could be too great...”, Silvanus spoke up against the silence, “...you two may have each other and your younger brother and sister to look out for”.

“They depend on you”, Ceres lightly added.

“So, if it comes down to it-”.

“We will see it this through until the very end”, Ein cut off his father.

“No matter the cost”, Gaea chimed in expressing to the two adults they were not fearful of their fate.

“Ein...Gaea...”, Ceres lightly pleaded toward her children, “this isn’t your burden to bare”.

“Like hell it isn’t!”, Gaea rose from her seat. “Those damned Nifs destroyed our family! Made us resent each other AND ourselves!”

“They need to learn whom they are toying with”, Ein added. “Muerlin is not the only Zephyr they need to worry about...they will pay...whether it’s Muerlin...or us”.

Despite the horror of the situation, Silvanus and Ceres can’t help, but feel an unfathomable warmth and pride for their children’s tenacity.

“Alright...so it’s settled”, Silvanus concluded the meeting. “Gaea, would you mind making sure Talon and...”, a sudden creak from the door behind them hushed the king.

After a moment, the azure gaze of Talon came into view.

The four remained silent upon his entry.

The somberness of his stare broke their hearts.

Did...did he hear the whole conversation?

“Talon?”, Ein broke the silence, shifting the young boy’s gaze to his older brother on the couch. “Is something the matter?”

“...Heira had a nightmare and woke me”, he murmured.

“Oh, dear”, Ceres responded in attempt to sound like her normal cheery, collected self. “Perhaps, you’d like to-”.

“She’s in her room...”, Talon abruptly interrupted his mother before taking his leave.

Ceres returned her gaze to Silvanus in worry. He definitely was listening to them.

“I’ll go check on him”, Gaea volunteered to ease her mother’s mind on the matter disappearing from sight as she ventured through the pitch halls.

Talon’s room was in the south wing of the castle on the second floor.

Although Gaea was rarely home, she knew how much he preferred his privacy for his door was almost always locked.

She hadn’t been inside for about 4 years. She didn’t really know how to approach him anymore, but she was already standing in front of his door so backing out was not an option.

“Here goes nothing”, she sighed before gently knocking upon the door. “Talon?”

No one answered.

“Talon, it’s Gaea...”, she tried again. “Can I come in?”

Silence.

She glanced down toward the door handle, biting her lip anxiously. She had no idea why she was so nervous about this. He was her little brother. This shouldn’t be this stressful. It should literally be cake, but for some reason it wasn’t.

Regardless, it had to be done...so, swallowing up her fear, Gaea turned the knob, gave it a light push and...

“...Talon?”, she whispered into the abyss only welcomed by more silence. “Are you in here?”

Flipping the switch to illuminate his room, it was determined that it was barren.

Her anxious mind had egged her to close the door and wait, but her curiosity drove her mad.

Talon was now 13 years old. Gaea hadn’t really seen him since he was about to turn 10.

Even at that time, he had distanced himself from the rest of his family.

He began to let go of the cheerful, optimistic, goofy child he was in the past and absorbed the darker aspects of what the life as a Zephyr was truly like, but judging by what Gaea saw by entering his room...his love for one thing hadn’t changed...

Muerlin.

His walls were cluttered from the ceiling to the floor of portraits of a girl with teal iris’ and silver hair. 

They all had subtle differences like the facial structure, hair length, but they all looked like their parents in some way.

The Guardian was torn between marveling in her brother’s unbelievable talent and mourning for his saddened soul for the longing of their sister.

“What’re you doing?!”, a growl startled the young woman.

She quickly spun around to see her younger brother standing at his door, completely mortified by Gaea’s intrusion.

“Talon...did you draw all of these...?”, Gaea asked in absolute awe. “How long...have you been doing this?...Is this why you’re always in here?...”

The teen had nothing to say...his innermost feelings and possessions have been discovered.

As much as it burned Gaea’s heart that the lad would keep such a talent hidden from the rest of their family, it hurt more knowing that he was hurting so...

Noticing a few incomplete sketches on his desk, she approached to get a better look.

“Talon...why didn’t you come to us?...You’re hurting...why won’t you let us help?”

“...you wouldn’t understand”, the boy replied, holding back bitter tears.

“Talon...”, Gaea’s voice softened, “we all miss Muerlin. You can talk to us about it whenev-”.

“No, I can’t”, the boy spouted. His pain beginning to take over his emotions. “I can’t talk to any of you about it...”, he insisted.

“The only person that could understand is Heira.....and she’s too damn stupid to know anything because you try so hard to protect her from the truth...”, he lightly growled, his gaze turning into a heart wrenching glare.

“But she’ll learn when Niflheim blows us sky high...”, the boy mumbles, confronting his sister over the earlier meeting, much to her dismay.

“Talon...”, she began hoping to explain.

“Just get out!!!”, the boy shrieked as he dashed toward his sister and began to shove her out of his room refusing to allow her to view his tears.

“Talon, please, just listen to m-”, Gaea desperately tried to explain before having her brother’s door viciously slammed in her face and bolted shut.

As much as Talon wished his family could understand what he felt, they couldn’t. His parents, along with Ein and Gaea got to see Muerlin. Got to actually welcome her into the family.

Talon and Heira never got that privilege, but he was barely a year younger than his estranged sister.

He felt his existence was merely to shroud the fact that she was taken...alas, he grew up feeling outcasted because of this.

The affection from his family never felt real. It felt forced...and the older he got, the more it took effect. 

He grew up seeing his mother’s tears more than any of his siblings and as much as it pained Silvanus, there were times where even looking at his son was difficult.

He wished he could go to them and express how he felt, but it would only bring out the only thing he ever really gave them...sadness, so he remained in his room.

Locked away to dwell on the fact that the person he longed for most in this world, the only one that ever made him feel as if he belonged, would never know him as he gazed upon the hundreds of portraits he drew of her, unable to tell which one was really her before lowering his head against the wall...his gentle sobs filling the room.

On the lower floor of the south side of the palace...

11 year old Heira gazed from her window toward the moonlit sky, wide awake before the latch of her door caught her attention.

“Hello, sweet-tart”, Ceres pleasantly greeted her youngest daughter.

“Hi, mommy”, Heira yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

“What seems to be the matter?”, the queen asked as she took a seat on the bed next to the child. “Talon said you had a nightmare”.

“No, I didn’t”, Heira replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh...?”, Ceres asked realizing her son had lied to cover the fact he was eavesdropping, but with a sigh changed the subject. “Well, then why’re you awake? It’s late”.

“I know. I was just counting the stars”, the little girl admitted with a smile on her face.

Being 3 years younger than Muerlin, Heira had almost no emotional attachment to her older sister. She barely remembered her existence most of the time.

This helped the king and queen cope slightly since to her, the gloom was normal so it didn’t feel like anything was amiss, but the guilt in their secrecy was still prominent.

The only one that was oblivious was little Heira.

As Heira grew older, it just became routine to shield her from the horrors of the Zephyr family making her innocence both her best and worst quality.

Especially now...the whole legacy of the Zephyr’s could crumble into dust within the coming months and she had no idea...but how would she, as a mother, explain to an 11 year old who’s lived with a falsehood of perfection that everything she knew and loved could be destroyed because of someone she never knew?

Was there even a way?

“What’s wrong, mommy?”, the delicate child asked her mother, her majorelle iris’ glistening in the night’s hue.

“...Nothing, pumpkin”, the woman lied, upon pure instinct much to her sorrow, as she pulled her daughter into her lap and watched the stars with her. A single tear rolling down her cheek. 

“Nothing at all”.

Deeper into the night...

Little Heira had finally drifted to sleep sending Ceres on a tearful walk toward the master chambers.

Upon entering, she was surprised to see Silvanus fully dressed and packing some of his belongings.

“Silvy?”, the queen addressed her king, catching his attention. “Where are you going this time of night?”

“...Insomnia”, the man replied after a deep sigh.

“WHAT?”, Ceres loudly whispered as she rushes toward her husband. “Tell me you’re joking!”

“Alright. I’m joking”, the king replied planting a light kiss upon her cheek.

“Now say it like you mean it”, she demanded in light irritation.

“See, that’s called lying and I’ve sworn by oath never to do so to you”, the man attempted to joke to ease his wife’s worry, of course, to no avail.

“Silvanus Zephyr, do you have any idea how dangerous that is? What could you possibly need to go there for? You tell me this INSTANT or I swear on Ramuh’s grave, I will-”.

“Alright”, the king reluctantly complied to ease his fuming queen. “Alright”.

“Well?”, Ceres egged him, growing inpatient with his silence.

“Look...we both know that the day will come when Izunia seeks our end and will stop at nothing until he makes it so...”, he admitted with a sigh, discouraging Ceres despite the fact she was also aware of this.

“Whatever happens to us, we cannot allow him to find Muerlin...at least not until she’s ready”, he continued.

“So, what is your business in Insomnia?”, Ceres asked with a raised eyebrow.

“To keep her safe as she prepares for the hardships ahead...”, he finally admits. “Sylva kept her from him long enough for her to find her way home, but she will not be safe here for quite some time...and we must be prepared”.

“...but...what if he comes before she returns?”, Ceres asked in slight worry.

“I was speak to Regis of this. The point is, in her current state, she cannot stay in Willownoire”, Silvanus concluded before he finished packing. “I will return soon”, he said in-between a gentle kiss upon his wife’s lips as he exited the room, making it all the way toward Willownoire’s portal gate before...

“WAIT!”

The king turned to see his wife desperately running to him in tears.

“Ceres, what’re you doing?”, Silvanus exclaimed in concern.

“Let me go with you”, the queen begged. “With the two of us, we could watch each other’s back”.

“Ceres, you are needed here to keep the rest of them at bay”, Silvanus denied her request.

“They’re be fine. Ein and Gaea can watch Talon and Heira, it’ll be fine”.

“Ceres”.

“Please!...I won’t be able to live with myself if I lost you too...”, she sobbed, finally admitting to her worries, melting the old king’s soul.

Placing his hands upon her shoulders, Silvanus gazed lovingly into his wife’s crystal eyes.

“Ceres Hova...my love...I promise...I swear...with every ounce of my being, if I am to die soon...it’ll be aside you...protecting Willownoire”, he gently wiped her tears with his thumb before pulling her into a loving embrace.

...and with that, the King of Willownoire bid his kingdom farewell as he set off to The Crown City to ask his dear friend for one final favor.

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XV | Hellion

Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI

Word Count: 4,047

Warnings: Physical violence, abusive sexual situations, murder, gore.

A/N: The italics indicate the flashbacks to events in the last two previous chapters.

The birds.

They chirped with sweet joy as the sun had taken its place in the blue skies above.

Not a care in the world.

No worries, or fears.

Dion couldn’t hear them in his office, but that is what he imagined.

After all, that’s what birds would normally do on a day like today.

All he heard was the screech of his chair from under his desk upon the wooden floors.

“Now then...”.

Mammon rose his gaze toward Ulldor as he took his seat in the chair.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

Dion’s gaze lowered back toward the floor before they darted to the empty spot on the couch next to him.

The ash from his ravishing redhead’s cigarette still in the ashtray on the end table from the night before.

The beginning of the end.

12:15 am.

Twisting the lock to Dion’s office door, Birdie stood facing the mahogany in silence.

Her hand lazily placed atop the handle.

She didn’t want to turn toward the man behind her.

The man that nearly blew her brains to out of her skull all over the fine plush sofa she was just sitting upon.

This wasn't the first time he ever pulled his gun on her.

Hey...it was part of the business.

But this time...

This time...it actually hurt.

To be apart of this world...to have this profession...you had to be on top of your game. You were either the user or the used.

Birdie was not the user...she was the bottom. Daddy’s safe net.

Keep him whole, keep his organization afloat, keep him on top.

And Dion loved her for that...but he couldn’t love her too much...or let her forget that the bottom was still his bitch.

Birdie hadn’t forgotten.

But it wasn't uncommon for a bottom bitch to want more.

Birdie’s ticket to more was Dion committing to his love, but seeing his greed get in the way...nothing hurt the bottom bitch more than to be thrown back to the slums.

And that’s what he wanted now...because of that silver headed brat.

“How would Alcercapt be the footnote”, Birdie started as she continued to face the door, “if the Pythoness is that Chancellor’s prize?”

“We can work around that, my dear”.

Removing his tie, he turned toward his redhead maiden, basking in the view of her fine physique in her green corset, and the perfect circumference of her rear.

“Have you any doubt?”, the man asked, his voice taking a light sensual tone.

“No”, the woman answered sternly merely trying not to anger him, to which Dion seemed very well aware, but didn’t really mind in this particular moment.

“You sound like you’re just saying that...did I upset my beautiful bird?”, Dion’s voice full of lust and false remorse.

Birdie didn’t respond. She could hear the soles of his dress shoes against the wooden floors as he approached her, followed by the unbuckling of his belt.

Birdie still remained firm. Never even turning to view the aroused man behind her.

Dion had known for years how to get around Birdie’s defenses. She wasn’t as susceptible to following his direct orders all the time, but her general devotion to him helped him look past that...though he still would end up getting what he wanted either way.

“I asked you a question, my pet”, the man rose the woman’s dress gripping onto her bare ass with enough force to cause Birdie’s muscles to tense.

“Y’know I don’t like when you point that thing at me...”, Birdie softly spoke.

“I know, my dear...”, the man sighed. Biting his lip as he rubbed himself upon the redhead’s rear end. “But my beautiful bird has to understand one thing”.

Clasping his hand over her mouth quickly before her wail could escape her lungs, Dion hissed into Birdie’s ear. “I’m in charge...”.

2:57 am.

Birdie was far too dazed to care about the puddle of saliva that was collecting at her bare knees.

The lack of oxygen making her eyes nearly burst from her skull.

Every solitary fiber of her throat ravaged to Dion’s sadistic pleasure. Every tear from her eye only increasing his urgency and his pace prolonging her dizziness and pain.

His groans of delight as his grip upon her beautiful strawberry peach locks tightened accelerating Birdie’s distress...but that’s how he liked it.

That was his favorite view of her.

On her knees, at his mercy, like the bitch she was.

Yes...Birdie was his bitch. Like Muerlin was going to be his bitch.

Birdie was his love. Muerlin was his power.

Love was submissive to power.

The thought of Muerlin...in his grasp like this...making the Chancellor green with envy...watching his come undone as he unfolded his precious prize before him like the bitch he would soon make her...

...filled Birdies tender throat to maximum capacity before shoving her the floor to take in the view of his damsel in distress.

He adored seeing her at her worst.

Naked. Bruised. Vulnerable. Her disheveled hair. Her bloodshot eyes. The tears drenching her bright pink freckled cheeks, her lips dripping with his excess essence she wasn’t able to keep down. Her bosom bouncing as she gasped heavily for air.....the fear in her eyes...knowing that he could do it again.

It drove him mad.

But once was enough for his bird of paradise.

He looked toward the clock on his mantle.

3:10 am.

“You may go now. Hurry before the girls see you like this”, he instructed coldly, returning to his desk lightning a cigarette.

A few moments passed before the exasperated Birdie stood from the floor, her entire body aching. Every hole burning viciously with soreness.

Refusing to look at her ravager, Birdie follows her instruction, picking up her clothes before slowly leaving the room.

Leaving Dion staring at the crackling fire, anxiously awaiting his soon rise to power.

“Hmph”, Ulldor lightly chuckled at Dion’s story.

“Sounds like you had a good night”.

Mammon didn’t respond.

“It’s such a shame she had to suddenly leave us...she sounded like a pleasant ‘bird’”, Ulldor teased much to Dion’s dismay.

Noticing Dion’s fist beginning to tense...

“Now, now...you cannot be angry at me for this”.

“Dion’s gaze retuned to the empty cushion next to the ashtray.

“I did not tell you to kill her”.

6:23 am.

“I see”.

Dion still firmly planted in his chair responded over his telephone. The fire still providing the only sound within the room.

“I can assure the Chancellor he has nothing less than my undying devotion and loyalty”.

He takes a sip of his drink, his grasp upon the cup tightening.

“Of course, this is just a mere hiccup. Some roach trying to smear my good name into the mud”.

His stare intense toward the fire.

“Yes, it will be dealt with”.

A twitch of his brow.

“...understood. Well, I shall see you soon, then...au revoir”.

Dion placed the phone back to it’s rightful position, taking a final slow, graceful swig of his drink before abruptly hurling his glass into the flames before him.

Inhaling deeply to regain his calm, he picked up the phone once more placing it upon his ear, pushing one single button that read “Line 1″.

After a pause...

“Birdie...my love, good morning”, his sweet, gentlemanly tone floating through the line. “I don’t suppose you would be so kind as to drop by my office in 10? I would love to have a word with that beautiful face of yours”.

A small smile stretched against his face.

“Thank you, my dear”.

After 10 minutes, on the dot, a now freshly pressed and radiant Birdie waltzed in to a Dion now fully dressed, bathed and fragranced. His usual dapper rapport. Perched on the edge of his desk, his arms folded.

Birdie, still lightly fumed from her session with him merely some hours before, offered a kind smile nonetheless only to be greeted by a cold stare.

“Mornin’, baby”, Birdie chirped in the most lighthearted tone. “What can I do for you?”

“Shut the door, please”, he firmly commanded. Though a light anxiousness rose into the woman’s core, she obeyed.

Once she returned her gaze toward the man, he was gesturing her to come closer with his finger. She obeyed.

The anxiety rising in her gut was only slightly halted once he lifted a new glass toward her face. “Make daddy a drink, will you sweets?”

The woman merely answered with a light nod before taking the glass in hand and pouring the rich brown liquid, enough for about a shot.

“Somethin’ the matter, baby?”, the woman asking, deep concern in her voice as she handed him the glass.

To which Dion immediately proceeded to down his shot before shattering the glass against the woman’s head, slicing her flesh and she tumbled to the floor.

A light shrill echoed throughout the room.

Birdie left crawling on the floor in shock from this sudden attack, begins to uncontrollably weep as her attacker approaches her, as calm and collective as ever, slowly removing his belt.

“You tell me, my little bird?”, he sighed as his stood above her.

Birdie still left attempting to crawl away as she noticed the man wrapping his belt around his fist.

“Dion...baby...please”, Birdie whimpered as he continued to approach her.

“General Caligo Ulldor just called me”, Mammon began to explain. “Apparently...he had been fed intel of the Pythoness being here”.

Birdie began to turn her gaze to view him.

“As well...as my plans to make her my bitch!”, Dion shouted before slamming his leather belt down on Birdie’s thigh.

A pained shriek escaping her lungs.

“Now...”, Dion continued, “...as I recall...the only two people in this world that knew of this were you...and I. So question is...”.

Mammon flips Birdie on her back with his foot.

“...how did Ulldor find out...?”

“Baby, I swear I didn’-”.

“Take off your clothes”, Dion cut the woman off, his tone forceful and harsh.

“Baby, please, I wouldn’t-”.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, love”, Dion’s light tone frightening the woman before she obeyed. 

Not leaving her spot on the floor, she stripped herself down in front of her attacker, his eyes only fixated on her body. Not once on her eyes.

“You know...one thing he actually informed me off during our little talk was...that whomever tipped him off sent him a tape...”, Dion continued explaining. “And somehow...they were stupid enough to leave their initials on the tape”, Mammon chuckled lightly.

Birdie remained silent. Her fear racing through her entire body.

“S.R.”, Dion shook his head. “Oh...Strelitzia Reginae....”.

Birdie’s eyes widened.

“...My Bird of Paradise”.

“Dion, baby, pleas-AUGH!!!”, her screamed echoed through the walls as Dion furiously wailed on the tormented woman with his belt.

Leaving welts upon bruises he left mere hours before.

Not giving any attention to how loud the crashes upon her flesh were mixed with her pained wails as he viciously scolds her.

“I GIVE YOU FOOD!!!”

The girls in the other rooms crying in sadness and fear as they listened to their beloved Birdie’s shrieks.

“I GIVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD!!!”

Blood began to spill from her bruises as Mammon continued his assault.

“I GIVE YOU MY LOVE!!!”

His rage boiling his very core.

“AND THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME!!!”

The cracks of the belt sharp against Birdie’s tender flesh.

“WITH BETRAYAL!!!! LIES!!! DISLOYALTY!!!!”

Finally, he ceased his attack...his arm growing tired. He panted heavily as he took in the view of his exhausted redhead.

Naked, beaten and bruised...bloodied...afraid...

He bit his lip as his pants began to tighten against his growing erection.

“Y’know...”, Dion’s calm demeanor returning, “it’s so inconvenient...when during a punishment...you become the most beautiful”.

Birdie didn’t speak. Merely sobbed in fear.

“Turn over”, the man instructed softly.

Knowing she was far too weak to do so herself, Mammon planted a solid kick to her ribcage coaxing her to do so.

His steel toed shoe sending a heavy cry from her lungs as it cracked her bones.

Once on her stomach, Dion made quick work of his zipper before straddling her to where the base of her ass rested against his clothed thighs.

Her bitter sobs filling Mammon with adrenaline as he vigorously slapped the woman’s bare tender rear with his solid member.

If Dion had proven anything this day, it was his complete disregard for the intense pain coursing through Birdie’s body as he intruding into her ass with such fervor, her bloodcurdling screams merely sent him into an unholy sadistic delight.

The slapping flesh and tormented howls of their beloved Birdie burrowed into the girls’ fragile hearts.

Knowing there was nothing they could do that wouldn’t result in them receiving punishment themselves other than sitting silently and hope that Dion would show sympathy toward his personal favorite and not hurt her too badly.

As unlikely as that seemed.

20 minutes of this made it certain.

Dion was enjoying this far too much to decide to go easy now.

This was not love. This was power.

He basked in his dominance over his bottom bitch as he tore her insides apart.

Ripping pure flesh like it meant nothing.

For in this moment, she meant nothing.

She was nothing.

Nothing but his tool to use as he saw fit.

This is what it felt like to be the man that owned the Pythoness.

All were beneath him. Even his love.

As the power consumed him, mixed with the collection of tears upon the floor and the screams erupting from those rose red lips, Dion beamed in his euphoria pulling away to watch his essence seep from Birdie’s swollen rectum.

As he returned to his stance, marveling in his masterpiece, he became perplexed. Unnerved.

Her porcelain body coated in black, blue and red. Trembling in fear and pain. Each movement intensifying the pain. Unable to move. Paralyzed.

Broken.

He wanted to ruin her. Ruin his view of her. His girls’ view of her. Turn her into a worthless bitch unworthy of fucking.

But after all of that...he realized...

....this was the Birdie he loved most.

He wanted to hate her, but hating her into oblivion only made him desire her more...he couldn’t shake it...

...and it infuriated him.

“You fuckin’ whore...”, he hissed to the broken woman on his floor. “YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE!!!”, he shouted as he clutched onto a wad of her silky strawberry locks.

A sharp shriek filling the room.

“This is the price you will pay...”, Mammon growled into her ear before he proceeded to drag her out of his office.

The slam of the door against the wall startling the girls as they began pouring into the hallway to witness their beloved Birdie.

Naked, bloodied and clawing at Dion’s hand and wrist as he dragged her about the manor. 

Pleading for her life while protesting her innocence knowing deep down there was not a thing her girls could and would do to aid her without possibly suffering the same fate.

Her screams sending the girls into sobbing messes as they helplessly watched the once ravishing redhead be dragged down the south hall.

It didn’t take long for Birdie realize where they were as they made their way through the corridors.

She had never came to this side of the manor.

She only ever instructed Galahd to come this way when she needed some Imperial trash taken out.

There were no doors down this hall. Merely steel plates for walls and a single row of lights.

The plush color palette of the rest of the manor slowly becoming further and further away.

The closer they got to their destination, Birdie could hear the hisses, snarls and growls.

Once they passed the hatch where Galahd would dump the trash, Birdie’s panic reached 100%. Her screams and clawing more desperate.

The sounds growing louder and louder to the point that Birdie knew they were just in front of the door.

“WAIT, please!”, Birdie cried so heavily, “you don’t have to do this....I swear it wasn’t me! I’m not S.R.!!”

For the first time, Dion actually decided to listen.

“Who is it then?”, his voice monotoned, yet clearly hoping she would give him an answer.

“I don’t know”, she admitted in shame.

With a light sigh, Dion released the battered woman. Gently lifting her to her feet in front of him.

Carefully caressing her bare body as he stared deeply into her sweet eyes.

“My Birdie...my beam of light”.

In this moment...Birdie, for the first time in all their years, felt Dion’s love as he placed a tender kiss upon her crimson lips.

There was no intrusion of his tongue...just affection.

Placing his forehead against hers and his palm against her heart, Birdie could see the tears wielding in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my love...”, the man whispered.

“I forgive y-”.

A solid push against Birdie’s chest released a gasp from her lungs as she tripped backward into a black abyss.

“No, WAIT!”, Birdie screamed reaching toward the man before her, but with one swift slide of the door and twist of the lock, she was trapped.

Her screams and pounding against the titanium door were futile as Dion placed the hand he pushed her with upon the cold metal. 

“Goodbye, my beautiful bird...”, he whispered against the blockade savoring his final moments with the love of his life. “You will live on in the Pythoness”.

In the abyss, a sudden hiss sliced through Birdie’s pounding and screaming followed by a low growl.

Her eyes soon adjusted to the dark as she slowly turned to see what lurked behind her, trembling in terror as she noticed an endless horde of bright yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth.

It didn’t take any time at all for the bloodcurdling shrieks to erupt from behind the door as well as the sound of tearing flesh and crushing bones as the swarm of albinogins feasted on their helpless prey.

But as quickly as the screaming started, was just about how long it took for them to cease only leaving the sound of the feast.

And with the ceased screams, were Dion’s tears as he fixed his attire and hair before turning his heel toward the opposite direction of the hallway.

Burying his precious bird...and his memory of their love.

Or so he thought...

8:31 am.

Dion continued to stare at the cushion next to him.

He thought he could forget her...thought he could toss her to the wolves and feel nothing, but the pain he felt was far greater than anything he felt...

...and Ulldor was enjoying this far more than he could bare.

“Honestly, Mammon”, Ulldor scoffed. “This barbaric profession of yours...you cannot hope to truly find love. Let alone keep it”, he chuckled at Dion’s despair. “Why, a man of your standing falling for a simple whore, did you believe to ride into the sunset on a white pony and build a life together? Pathetic...”.

As Dion began to reach for his pistol growing fed up with Ulldor’s cross words...

“Now, now”, a charmingly slimy voice sliced through the tension. Upon viewing the source actually increased the tension. 

“That will be more than enough bloodshed for today”, Ardyn let himself in.

“C..Chancellor Izunia”, Dion’s voice shook as he removed his hand from his pistol.

“General Ulldor, would you mind not rattling Mr. Mammon? He has just suffered a terrible loss”, Ardyn asked with false remorse that almost sounded like teasing.

“Hmph”, Ulldor stands from the desk making his way out the door leaving the Chancellor with the somber Dion on the couch.

“My, my...”, Ardyn chuckles before casually taking his spot upon the front of Dion’s desk. “What a day you’ve had”.

“Yes...it’s been...eventful”, Dion attempted to recollect his normal gentlemanly demeanor.

“First, you were accused of stealing my Muerlin from under my nose by an anonymous tipper, then your prize whore is fed to the pets. Of course, you did the last thing on your own accord”, the man smirked.

“Yes...Birdie was...my dearest love, but such ridiculous accusations cannot go unaddressed”, Dion spot lightheartedly. “It had to be done, I’m afraid”.

“That is true”, Ardyn seemingly agreed.

“Unless...”, his tone lowering to a low growl, “...you do have my Muerlin”, the Chancellor’s glare locked upon the timid man on the couch. “For which I am not fully convinced that S.R. lied of your intent”.

The finely pressed man began to sweat over his thin mustache.

“I assure you, Chancellor Izunia”, the man fibbed, “what Birdie told you...it was all lies”.

“I’m honestly not so sure that your precious bird was even the culprit here, Mr. Mammon”, Ardyn stood from his seat heading toward the door.

Dion confused by his comment.

“You see...I know how these establishments work, Mr. Mammon”, the Chancellor chuckled. “The loyalty of these simple whores is...juvenile, to say the least. But the bond between a man and his prime...that...is not a loyalty easily shaken”.

“Well...I did always say that Birdie wasn’t like any other whore”, Dion sighed.

“Maybe so...but I cannot imagine someone of her standing could make such an amateur mistake at ratting herself out”, Ardyn continued. “Especially, having to have known the consequences. A prime whore has to be mindful of these thing”.

“What’re you insinuating?”, Dion curiously asked the Chancellor.

“That someone intelligent enough to keep an unholy place like this afloat, wouldn’t test such an idiotic stunt for mere fortune...I believe you were made by someone much more clever...someone that knew you would be so confident in their trust...or fear of you that you would never suspect”, the slimy Chancellor grinned at the befuddled man. “...yet someone so vengeful...that they would go that extra mile...just to see you hurt”.

Dion had nothing to say. He couldn’t think of anyone that could’ve possibly wanted Birdie dead that badly...he felt vulnerable at the mere thought of his mind being warped by such manipulation.

It made him sick.

“Also...if I may ask, what time did you and Birdie start last night?”

“Not long after midnight...until a little after 3”, Dion answered suspiciously.

“Interesting...how impressive for a mere bottom whore to have recorded and delivered such an elaborate message at 1:30 am. While being played with by her master...”, Ardyn lightly hissed.

Dion’s eyes now saucers.

“...where is my Muerlin, Mr. Mammon?”

9:02 am.

Dion escorted the Chancellor to the room he assigned to her on the second floor.

After knocking upon the door and receiving no answer, Dion noticed the door was already unlocked.

Shoving the door open, Dion was paralyzed by the sight before him.

The room was bare.

Completely.

The bed was made, everything was in its rightful spot.

As if not a single soul had been in here.

“GALAHD!!!”, Dion called out to his servant whom he assigned to watch her.

No answer.

“GALAHD!!!”, he called once more, exiting the room and looking down the halls.

Still no answer.

Knowing how sneaky she was, Dion turned back into the room to see if she had slipped past him somehow.

No one.

“...no...”, Dion mumbled under his shaky breath. “...this can’t be...that little bitch...”.

“Pardon me, Mr. Mammon...”, Ardyn calmly interrupted his panic, only to make it worse as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. “...but who is Galahd...?”

The next morning...

“Alright...”, Muerlin’s voice echoed throughout the cavern.

“The Empire will be here in 30 minutes and I only need about 10 to get out of here before they show”. 

Muerlin’s back toward the caverns exit.

“So you’re going to spend the next 20 telling me who you really are...”, Muerlin instructs are she slowly lifts her hand, sparks twinkling between her fingers, “...before I tear you in half”.

The girl before her only releasing a light sigh in light vexation of her defeat, her milky grey gaze rising to Muerlin’s teal orbs.

“Fair enough”.

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Laughing Prompto. Part 2.

A/N: Alright. Part two is here. WARNING! There is a lot of shit going on in this one. I will try to mention all trigger warnings, if I forget anything please, please let me know! This part is waaay sick and Toxxiclullaby I salute you for this freakishly amazing story you came up with.

Original Submission by: Toxxiclullaby

Words: 1336 | Characters: Six Ulric, Muerlin Zephyr, mentions of FFXV characters | Warnings: Death, Mutilation, Abuse, Gore, Blood, Guts, Animal Abuse, Child Abuse, some more Blood and Guts and Gore. 

I went on to relax in the living room and I must’ve dozed off because I woke up a couple of hours later.

“Bahamut’s sparkling ass, MUERLIN!” I got worried right away. Two hours?! What kind of a mother does that?

I stepped out into the backyard, but Muerlin wasn’t there; I decided to call out to her “Muerlin? MUERLIN, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Just then, I heard a giggle come from the front of the house. I rushed over and saw her sitting on the sidewalk. I sighed in relief and walked over to her “Muerlin, how many times have I told you to… what are you eating?”

She looked at me, all wide eyed, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of hard candies.

It made me very nervous “Who gave you that, sweetheart?”

Muerlin just stared at me. Eyes slowly filling with tears “Muerlin, please tell mommy where you got that.”

She just hung her head down, playing with her thumbs before answering “Prom-kin gave it to me.”

My heart sunk. I kneeled down to look at her in the eye, taking her hands in mine “Muerlin, I’ve had enough of this damn Laughing Prompto thing, HE’S NOT REAL! Now this is Astrals serious and I need to know who gave it to you!”

I could see the tears roll down her cheeks, I never liked it when she was afraid of my tone of voice… of me…

“But mommy, Prom-kin DID give me the candy.” Muerlin has never lied to me but what she’s telling me… impossible.

I made her spit the candy out and threw the rest of it away.

She seems fine, to be honest. Maybe I’m just overreacting; after all, she could’ve gotten it from Regis next door or from Monica down the street; either way I’m gonna have to keep a close eye on her.

That night I decided to put Muerlin to bed as usual, and crash early myself.

Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang, coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs.

When I reached it… I stood frozen, horrified.

Everything on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and… and Scoobs was… Shiva’s grace, Scoobs was hanging from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy; the same type Muerlin was chewing on earlier.

My shock was quickly broken by a sharp squeal coming from my daughter’s room, followed by a scream and loud crashes.

I grabbed a knife from the stand that had fallen on the floor and moved up the stairs with the speed only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor baby in her bed, crying and shaking in fear. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house, quickly making my way next door to Clarus’ house. Luckily him and his wife were still awake. Clarus let me use his phone to call the Kingsglaives.

It didn’t take them long to arrive. I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. There were no signs of a daemon invasion.

They searched the house, but all they found was a dead coeurl and two trashed rooms.

That Ulric guy told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before warping away when they heard me coming up the stairs.

I knew that couldn’t have been true.

All my doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didn’t come from the outside, not with Friday on patrol.

The next day Muerlin stayed inside. I didn’t want her leaving my sight. I went to the garage and found her old baby monitor; set it up in her room. If anything comes tonight, I would know about it. I went to my room and grabbed my dagger, haven’t used it in a very long time, but it’s still as deadly as ever.

Imaginary friend or not, I’m not letting anything hurt my baby girl.

Soon enough, night came. I put Muerlin to bed. She was afraid but I promised her that I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her.

I tucked her in, gave her a kiss and turned on the nightlight “Goodnight Muermaid, I love you.” I whispered before closing the door.

I tried to stay up as long as I could, all stoked up on Ebony; but after a few hours I felt myself drift off.

Just as my eyes close shut, I heard a soft noise come from the baby monitor. At first it sounded like interference, like the kind a radio would make. Then it turned into a soft moan. Was Muerlin asleep? Then I heard it, the laugh from my nightmare!

I sprung up from the bed and grabbed my dagger. I rushed over to Muerlin’s room and creaked the door open. I tried the light switch but it wouldn’t come on. I took a step in and I could feel a warm thick liquid on my bare feet.

Suddenly Muerlin’s nightlight came on and I saw the absolute horror laid out in front of me.

Muerlin…

My baby’s body was nailed up on the wall. Big rusted nails piercing through her hands and feet. Her chest was cut wide open and her organs hung down to the floor. Her eyes and tongue had been removed along with most of her teeth.

I was shaking. I couldn’t accept this was my baby daughter.

Then I heard it again… the soft desperate moan.

MUERLIN WAS STILL ALIVE!

My baby, my poor baby, in so much pain barely clinging to life.

I felt the warmth of my insides leave my body from my mouth as I vomited instantly, but my sickness was interrupted by a horrible chuckle coming from behind me. I spun around while still wiping my mouth. Then out of the shadows emerged the fiend responsible for all this horror, Laughing Prompto.

His ghost white skin and blonde hair. He had piercing golden eyes with eternal black surrounding them, black goo running down as if he’d been crying the stuff. His twisted smile revealed a row of sharp teeth and his skin almost like rubber or plastic. His body itself was grotesque, his long arms hanging down past his waist and the way he was poised made him look almost boneless; like a ragdoll.

He let out a sickening laugh as if to let me know he was pleased with my reaction to his “work”. He then turned around slowly in front of Muerlin and begun to laugh even more at the horrific sight he had laid out.

That was enough to shake me from my terror, I snapped! “GET AWAY FROM HER YOU BASTARD!” I rushed at the monster, raising my dagger and stabbed him, but as soon as the point touched him… he disappeared into thin black smoke.

The knife passed right through and pierced Muerlin’s still beating heart, splashing warm blood all over my face…

No…

What have I done?

My baby!

I killed my baby!

I immediately fell to my knees.

I could hear sirens in the distance… growing louder…

The Glaive’s were here.

My baby, my sweet, precious baby… I promised mommy would protect you…

I failed.

I’m so so so so sorry, Muerlin.

I’m so sorry.

The Glaive’s soon arrived to find me in front of my daughter, still wielding the dagger covered in my baby’s blood.

The trial was short. Insanity.

I was placed on the Scientia House for the Criminally Insane, where I have been for the past two months.

It’s not so bad here, the only reason I’m awake now is because someone’s been playing the Chocobo song outside my window…

I’ll talk to Mr.Stupeo about it in the morning.

[insomniasix]

The Glaive’s Diary. August 7.

Happy birthday kiddo! You’re six years old now!

We had a great time at the party aunt Muerlin organized. I can say I kind of felt normal again.

I didn’t trust myself around you at first, but today showed me I can control it.

We spent plenty of hours together; playing, singing -no matter how horrible your father is at it -you didn’t want to leave my arms.

You decided to go down fighting when I had to leave. Started yelling and crying for me to stay; that you missed me.

I’m sorry sweetheart, I can’t stay. Not until I’m your mom again.

I promised you I’d be coming back every two days, you didn’t like that deal either; after a while Gladdy told you something and you agreed. Someday you’ll have to tell me what it was.

Next year Nyx; next year will be different.

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter X | Crimson Jade

Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI

Word Count: 2,031

Warnings: Violence, gore, death

“Very good?”, Lunafreya grimaced at her elder brother in disbelief. 

“Very good?! Those troopers are out there hunting our sister for that fiend Chancellor Izunia and you’re congratulating them?!”

The grief stricken 18 year old stormed toward the Niflheim commander enraged by his seemingly nonchalant attitude toward the situation.

“Of course not”, Ravus replied in irritation, “but what am I to tell them?!”

“Call off the serach!! If they find her then-”.

“I know”, the 22 year old cut off his hysterical sister. “But calling them off will only bring suspicion toward us”.

“The Pythoness would not remain blind to this”, Gentiana softly chimed in. “Any harm that would come to the Oracle would warrant her to return”.

Luna sighed in frustration knowing the messenger in black was right. Muerlin would surely come back if she knew any of them were in danger.

“We must have hope...and trust the Pythoness will find her way home”.

“There’s no sign of her, Captain!!”, a trooper shouted toward his superior as they slowly trudged through the wilderness in search for their silver haired target whom was silently perched in a nearby tree behind many branches.

Unfortunately, that jump took a lot out of her as well as spraining her ankle. She was in no position to take any of them on so her only option would be to wait it out.

After some time, the silver haired fugitive had fallen asleep only to be startled by a sudden cracking sound. A small shriek escaped her throat as she plummeted from the tree, tumbling onto the ground below unknowing alerting a wandering cyborg.

“Shit”, the frustrated teen swore under her breath as she noticed a slight pain from a large cut upon her leg.

As she tore a piece of fabric from her leggings off to treat her wound, a brief disturbance in the wind caught her attention.

There was silence until...

*whirrrrr*

A sharp gasp escaped her throat as she ducked just before an axe blade sliced the side of the tree she was sitting against.

The pain from her leg disabled her ability to stand and she couldn’t concentrate enough to use her powers, leaving her seemingly helpless to the cyborg’s advances.

As the magetik axeman rose his weapon to deliver his final blow against the wounded girl, Muerlin shut her eyes before shielding her face unable to watch her impending doom.

But...

Nothing happened.

Upon hesitantly peeling her eyes open, Muerlin discovered the malfunctioning cyborg staring at a blade perturbing through its abdomen before releasing a piercing screech before disappearing into a cloud of pitch smoke revealing its attacker.

“P...Prae?”

Muerlin stuttered in disbelief as her friend dropped the stolen imperial sword on the ground, before darting toward the young fugitive.

“Are you okay?”, the seemingly exhausted Prae asked examining her wound. “Does it hurt?”

“N-no, but...”.

“Here”, Prae continued pulling out a potion holding it over Muerlin’s wound until it shattered and disappeared along with the cut.

“Thanks...”, Muerlin mumbled.

“Can you walk?”, Prae asked as she began to help her friend up off the ground.

“Uh...yeah”, the silver haired girl replied as she dusted her clothes off.

“Let’s go”, the jade eyed girl turned behind them frantically looked around to see if they were being followed. “They’ll be here soon”.

“R-right...”, Muerlin nodded as they took off deeper into the Tenebraen wilderness.

That night...

Ravus, Lunafreya and Gentiana sat in the drawing room in silence. The only light was the glow of the fireplace and the moonlit sky from their open window.

“Commander. There is no sign of the girl. What are your instructions?”, a trooper asked Ravus over the radio.

Luna shot her brother a pained glare knowing that he wouldn’t call of the hunt for their sister rather than merely delaying them, although she knew it was all he could do.

“Set up your posts. No use in wandering aimlessly”.

“But...sir...wouldn’t we have a better chance of finding her while she’s most likely dormant?”

“To give her a better chance of finding you in the dark and picking off your men one by one? Or have you forgotten what she did at the academy?”

“I...well, uh...”, the trooper stammered.

“But if you’re so certain of your safety, then be my guest. Every member of your troop that’s lost is on your head”.

“Uh...y-yes, sir. We’ll set up, sir”, the trooper finally complied.

“And what would be his punishment for finding her?”, Lunafreya sarcastically asked her elder brother. “A medal?”

“Lunafreya...”, Ravus glared toward his angry sister, absolutely fed up with her implications.

“Who are you saving with this mere delay?”, Lunafreya continued, “your men or our sister?”

“Just what’re you implying”, Ravus rose his voice.

“That our sister is some sort of killer”.

“Is her beheading a man in a locker room not the reason why we are here now?”, the commander harshly replied.

“She was defending her friend!!!”

“SHE LOST CONTROL!!!”, the commander stood abruptly, his chair toppling over to the floor.

“You don’t care what happens to her, do you?”, Lunafreya, still firmly planted in her seat, calmly asked.

“I do. I love her just as much as you. Do not forget she is my sister too”, Ravus defended, “but the world sees the Pythoness as a threat and will not take murder in such ferocity with a slap on the wrist”.

“...the world fears what it does not understand and will turn it into a threat to keep from being wrong”, Luna replied firmly.

“Muerlin is no more a threat than you or I...and one day she will prove it to the world”.

Lunafreya’s calm demeanor ultimately settled the Niflheim commander, though the tension and worry was still evident.

“O, King of the Forests”, Gentiana prayed as she turned toward the night sky, “guide the Pythoness through the storm”.

In a small cave deep miles away from the palace...

Prae silently sat in across from Muerlin as the young wizard summoned small bolts of lightning to illuminate their camp.

She hadn’t said much of anything the entire day. She barely made any eye contact.

Muerlin figured that it wouldn’t have been the best time to discuss the situation given that most of the day was spent running from imperial troops, but the chaos had seemed to die down for the time being so now her only obstacle was to figure out how to start this...

“Prae-”.

“What am I doing here”, the jade eyed girl cut her off, clearly already knowing what she was going to say.

“Um...yeah...”.

“I’ve honestly been thinking about that all day”, she replied in her regular cheery voice, much to Muerlin’s surprise. “I mean...you’re the Pythoness and all so you wouldn’t really need me anymore, buuuut then I thought ‘Prae, this girl can’t even pass math without you let alone take on a whole army and even if-’”.

The rambling girl suddenly stopped once she saw the utterly confused look on Muerlin’s face.

“...well, anyway...I couldn’t just abandon you...after what you did for me”, Prae admitted. “I mean...you risked everything to save my skin...and if I would’ve listened to you when you told me not to go, this probably never would’ve happened...I feel like I owe you that much...besides...”, she turned toward the silver haired girl with a sweet smile, her jade eyes twinkling against the flame...

“You’re my best friend”.

Prae could clearly see the tears brewing in Muerlin’s teal eyes. After all the constant lies she told, the burden she put on Tenebrae, everything she lost...she still had Prae.

This overwhelming love sent Muerlin into hysterical sobbing, to which Prae comforted with her warm embrace as the Pythoness got some well deserved rest...finally.

The next morning, the Muerlin was shaken awoke by the frantic Prae.

“Muerlin!”, she panted, “Muerlin, wake up!”

Eyes shooting open, the silver haired girl forced the sleepiness from her vision to witness a bloody scratch upon Prae’s cheek.

“What happened?”, Muerlin worriedly asked her friend.

“A bullet grazed me. The imperials are coming. I was able to throw them off for a while, but it won’t hold them for long. We need to move”, she stammered lifting her groggy friend to her feet before leaving the cave behind.

“Where to?”, Muerlin asked as they dashed through the wilds.

“There’s a small village down the river. Everyday they have farmers sending trucks all throughout Eos to sell produce”, Prae explained in pants. “We can hitch a ride”.

“How do we get there?”

“I know a shortcut. There’s a bridge nearby that’ll take us over the river. It’ll cut our time in half”.

“Alright”, Muerlin agreed, “piece of ca-GAAHK!!!”

Prae suddenly slid to a halt as she heard Muerlin collapse to the ground.

“MUERLIN!!”, the jade eyed girl cried upon seeing the two bullet wounds on her shoulder and abdomen and the hoard of imperials suddenly in view in the distance.

“Oh, no...no, no, no”, Prae panted as she lifted her friend to her feet, hurriedly trudging along with Muerlin’s arm over her shoulder.

Prae could feel her friend weakening as the harsh strain Muerlin was putting on her body to run caused her to bleed out quicker, but they were so close to the bridge.

They just had to get across to find a place to hide. “Come on, Muerlin”, Prae pleaded as she felt her friend consciousness start to fade. “Don’t give up on me now. We can make it. We can-AAGH!!”

Prae shrieked as the gunshots became louder and louder, the imperials footsteps against the dirt becoming more and more prominent.

“WE CAN MAKE IT!!!”, Prae desperately tried to hide the fear in her voice as she began to sob. “I WON’T LET YOU DIE HERE, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!  I WON’T LET YOU!!!”

“AH-AGH!!!”, the panicked jade eyed girl screamed as a sudden gunshot pierced her eardrums causing her to body to jolt just enough for the barely conscious Muerlin to slip from her grip and tumble off the edge of the rickety bridge.

“NO!”, Prae shouted as she immediately clutched onto Muerlin’s wrist. “GOTCHA!!”, she panted as she began to try to steadily hoist her friend back up. “I gotcha”.

“HALT THERE!!!”, a boisterous voice echoed, catching the jade eyed girl’s attention from the end of the bridge.

“WE HAVE YOU CORNERED!!!”, the imperial trooper shouted at the startled Prae. “SURRENDER OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!!!”

Hot tears began to build in Prae’s jade eyes as she stared down the barrels of several guns pointed directly at her.

“THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!! GIVE US THE PYTHONESS ON THE COUNT OF 5 OR WE WILL SHOOT!!!”

Prae’s mind raced vigorously. The fear embedded into her heart as she stared the reaper in his face. Her life could end here...on this bridge...in mere seconds. Her family, her friends, her hopes and dreams, gone just like that...but...

“Prae...”, a weakened whisper averted the 15 year old’s attention to her dear friend that dangled underneath her, thousands of feet above the roaring waters at the waterfall’s base.

“Pull me up...”.

“5!!!”

The tears Prae held back finally began to slide down her cheeks as she graced her dearest and more cherished friend with a smile.

“No...”.

“What?”, Muerlin weakly exclaimed as her vision still blurred from her blood loss.

“4!!!”

“You gave up your life here to save me...I owe you for that...remember?”

“No...”, Muerlin frantically shook her head as Prae’s tears fell upon her face.

“3!!!” The troopers all cocked their weapons in unison.

“NO, NO WAIT!!!”, Muerlin screamed toward them.

“Don’t worry”, Prae tried to reassure her friend, “the Pythoness was said to have natural healing abilities so you’ll be alright”.

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN!!!”

“2!!!!”

“NO, PLEASE, DON’T!!!”, Muerlin desperately pleaded to the soldiers.

“Muerlin...”.

The Pythoness averted her gaze back to her friend whom still wore the sweetest smile. Like she was happy.

“...get home”.

“WAIT!!”, Muerlin begged as she slipped from her friend’s grasp and began to plummet to the waters below.

*bang*

“PRAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter IX | To The Edge

Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X

Word Count: 2,210

Warning: Light violence.

1 hour.

That’s all it took for the chaos to ensue.

For the once peaceful Tenebrae streets to be swarmed with Niflheim soldiers and magetik troopers.

All fixated on one goal.

“FIND THE PYTHONESS!!!”

Lunafreya peered into the hallway from her room watching as the soldiers raced up and down the corridors in search of her missing sister.

The smell of sulfur and smoke polluted the air, finding its way to her window.

Troopers stormed into the residents in fleets. Aimlessly swinging their axes on the innocent and helpless citizens.

Soldiers destroying homes, businesses, ripping everything they touched to shreds....

It was like the first invasion all over again.

Except this time, their target was Muerlin.

Her little sister.

Throughout all of this, that was her main concern...

Where was she?

Was she alright?

Lunafreya never feared what Muerlin was. She was her sister.

She was aware of the good the Pythoness could do, let alone the good within her heart...

...but the world wasn’t ready to see this yet...

...and now...

...they may never be.

“…t…that was…lightning…y…y-your hands…“.

“…you…you look just like her…Eirenne….“

“you’re....the Pythoness”.

Those three words...

...that shaky frightened voice...

...ringing through Muerlin’s mind as she raced home.

Drenched in the crimson of her best friend’s deceased abuser.

His corpse still right where she left it.

Mutilated. Beheaded.

Her hands still shook as the images of her sending through his back. She remembers feeling his spine. Slick with his blood. The disturbing warmth of his insides.

The frantic beating of his heart as the lightning tore it to pieces. The fragments of brain matter still dangling from her silver locks.

It all etched into her skull. She did that...all of that. With nothing, but her bare hands...and her mind.

That wicked piece of scum deserved a bitter judgement, but...what kind of person destroyed a soul so effortlessly...with no remorse. It wasn’t even a mercy kill...rather than the mere thirst for blood and the orgasmic screams of a dying man.

The daemon inside of her enjoyed this.

Enjoyed feeling his pain.

Enjoyed the fear in dear Prae’s innocent eyes. Poor sweet Prae...

How could she have hurt her more? The so called friend she knew all this year was just a rouse to shield her from the monster she actually was...and she still ended up with blood on her precious face.

She should’ve known...she would never be able to be happy.

Daemons don’t know happiness...only pain.

Distracted by her thoughts, Muerlin was unaware of the fact that she had been followed for her vision had suddenly been shrouded by pitch black.

Crippled by gut wrenching fear, she couldn’t even bring herself to scream...

She couldn’t feel the ground beneath her feet...

It seemed like the end...

Perhaps...that wasn’t a bad thing...

Perhaps...that was what was best for everyone...

“MUERLIN!!!”

A familiar voice sent the girl’s eyes shooting open only to be blinded by the glare of the speckled ivory that coated the walls as she found herself in the warm embrace of Lunafreya on the balcony to her room.

“By the Gods, I thought I had lost you”, the Oracle sobbed as she clung to her younger sibling. “Are you unharmed?”, the blue eyed blonde frantically searched her sister for wounds.

“L-Luna?”, the befuddled princess mumbled toward her relieved sister. “But how did...?”

“Worry not, dear Muerlinian”, a soft voice echoed from behind them. Muerlin turned to see the smiling Gentiana behind her. “You are safe once more”.

The messenger’s shimmering brown eyes gracing the bloodstained girl with her undying devotion and kindness. Muerlin had always felt safe in her presence.

“Thank you, Gentiana”, Lunafreya gratefully smiled to the woman in black.

“However, safe now as you may be, it will only be temporary. You will not have much time”, the woman warned the two.

Much to Muerlin’s dismay, she was right. It was only a matter of time before the soldiers found her. However, the silver haired princess had already made her peace.

“Just turn me in...”, she mumbled, her head hung low.

“W-what?!”, Lunafreya stuttered to her sister’s request.

“I will only cause more damage. I can’t drag you down with me...”, Muerlin explained. She couldn’t bare it if anything happened to her beloved sister. “It’s what mother would’ve wanted...”.

“Absolutely not”, Lunafreya abruptly stated.

“Luna, this isn’t your burden to bare”, Muerlin tried to reason with her sister, to no avail.

“That’s not up to you”, the young Oracle firmly stated as she scoured through her drawers.

“But Luna-!”

“This is not up for debate!”, the blonde shouted toward her sister shutting her up immediately. “The Empire has taken enough from me. I’ll be damned by the Gods if I let them take you too!!”

Muerlin stood in silence. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to do, but surrender.

“Here”, Luna hurriedly handed her a long sleeved grey top and black leggings. “You need to change or they’ll spot you for miles”.

Muerlin simply starred at her sister, stunned by the sudden fear of the gravity of the situation at hand.

She would have to leave her home...with nowhere else to go.

“Muerlin, hurry!”, Lunafreya shrieked before a sudden pounding on her door sent a chill up the girls’ spines.

“In there!”, the Oracle whispered as she began to shove the frightened teal eyed girl into her wardrobe. “Quickly!”

Once Muerlin was out of sight, the young blonde hastily made her way to the door. A crack in between the doors of the wardrobe made it impossible for the nosey child not to peak.

“Brother?”, Luna greeted the panting Ravus in confusion. “What is the matter?”

“Where is she?”, the intimidating young man barked at his younger sister whom was trying to play dumb.

“Where is who?”

“None of your little games, sister!!”, Ravus shouted in irritation having none of Lunafreya’s lying. “Where is Muerlin?!” As he began entering the room, Luna stepped in front of him in the direction of the wardrobe, halting his entry.

“I do not know. She hasn’t come to me”, she firmly replied. “Please leave”.

Ravus’ eyes wandered about her room. He was not believing her story in the slightest and Lunafreya knew. She also knew Ravus was no moron especially once his eyes landed upon the wardrobe behind her.

His gaze never wavered.

Muerlin’s fragile heart pounded viciously in her head once her teal iris’ came into contact with his icy stare between the crack in the wardrobe doors. Her blood chilled though she was covered in sweat.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”, Lunafreya suddenly interrupted his trance though his eyes still remained fixed on the silver haired girl within the wardrobe.

“You know...if she returns, you cannot shield her from what’s to come”, the commander softly yet firmly stated before shifting his gaze to his baby blue eyed sister. “They will come for her and they will find her”.

“And if you are the one to find her”, the virtually tearful Oracle began to ask her cold-hearted brother, “what will you do?”

“Deliver her to Chancellor Izunia personally”, he admitted wholeheartedly.

Fighting off bitter tears, Muerlin pulled her gaze away from the crack.

“SHE IS OUT SISTER!!!”, Lunafreya screamed as she furiously shoved her brother. “MOTHER NEVER WOULD HAVE ALLOWED THIS!!!” 

“I know”, the man softly affirmed, taking the tearful girls hand into both of his. “So don’t let me find her...”, he whispered before letting go of her hand, finally taking his leave.

As he rounded the corner of the hallway, Lunafreya looked toward her palm in silence. Her tears fading. 

“I won’t...”.

After finally getting dressed, Lunafreya and Muerlin made their way out of the room toward the back corridor of the palace. There were no roads and no houses in that direction, so there were minimal soldiers patrolling.

The soldiers had seemingly abandoned their search on this side of the palace so they could move a bit more quickly although there were enough soldiers patrolling the hallways and searching around the rooms for the task to be less than simple.

“How far now?”, Muerlin quietly asked her older sister.

“Just down this hall”, Lunafreya informed before peaking around the corner only to silently curse the two magetik troopers pacing back and forth down the hallway.

“How’re we supposed to get past them?”, Muerlin fearfully asked clutching onto her sister’s arm.

“I can create a distraction”, the blonde stated as she fished through her dress pockets.

“What?? How?”, a hint of worry filling the silver haired girl’s lungs. “You’re not planning anything stupid, are you?”

“Of course not”, Luna affirmed. “Ravus would be furious”.

“No, he wouldn’t”, Muerlin growled in irritation at the mere thought of the Niflheim commander. “He wouldn’t give less than two behemoth shits. He would probably kill us himself. He doesn’t care about us...”

A light sigh slid from the young Oracle’s nostrils before taking Muerlin’s dainty bronze hand, placing a rather large switchblade onto her palm.

“Ravus cares a lot more than you think”, the smiling Lunafreya reassured her confused sister.

“Where’d you get this...?”, Muerlin stammered at her usually so innocent and sweet sister.

“It doesn’t matter now”, Luna shook her head, gently tightening her grip on her sister’s hand. “What matters now is this moment...because it will be our last together”.

Finally giving into her despair of the situation, light tears began to stream down Muerlin’s bronze cheeks. “I don’t wanna go, Luna...”

“Nor do I want you to go...but the Gods have bigger plans for you beyond Tenebrae. You have far more power than you will ever know...but it is what you hold inside your heart that makes that power great”, Luna’s soft voice soothed her sister.

“So I need you to promise me, no matter what happened, take to the light and never look back”, Luna smiled. “Show the world the real Muerlinian Zephyr.

Muerlin’s tears faded though her heart melted. Clutching onto the knife, before looking back toward Luna’s baby blue iris’.

“I....I promi-LOOK OUT!!!”, Muerlin suddenly shrieked, pulling her sister’s head down as a giant axe came swinging toward the wall in the place of where her neck would’ve been.

As the magitek axeman viciously yanked his weapon from the wall, Muerlin furiously shifted her gaze back to the cyborg sending a telekinetic pulse toward it, hurling its body to the side wall of the hallway only to alert anymore nearby troopers of their location.

“RUN, MUERLIN!!!”, Lunafreya screamed as her sister hesitantly shuffled toward the hall, not wanting to abandon her sister. “GO!!!!”, Luna screamed once more as her remorseful sister took off in a sprint down the hall.

Soldiers and cyborgs alike hot on her tail. More and more appearing from rooms and other corridors.

Guns ablaze lightly grazing her flesh as she swiftly bobbed and weaved around corners never looking behind to the adversaries on her rear.

After one final turn, there it was.

At the end of the hallway, Queen Sylva’s study. Untouched since that horrid day.

Muerlin vowed never to enter and it tore her to shreds knowing this was the only way out of this hell.

The rage and anguish of what she was about to do increased her speed, her aching legs carrying her like the wind.

She had reached the point of no return, it had to be done...

“I’m sorry...”, Muerlin softly panted as she hurled a wave of telekinetic energy toward the door blowing most of the wall out creating a gaping hole in the entrance just before flying in making her way toward the balcony.

The short length between the door and the balcony felt like an eternity.

This was it. Her final moments as a Nox Flueret.

All at once, her grief creeped upon her.

She never got to actually reconcile with Ravus...

Never got to apologize to Prae...

Say goodbye to Luna...

She only wished for a bullet to actually hit the right spot, but...a promise is a promise.

“DO NOT LET HER JUMP!!”, a soldier shouted before Muerlin leaped from the marble floors toward the balcony.

The momentum of her sprint carrying her over the railing.

A few more shots were fired just before she cleared the rails in a desperate attempt to sedate her, but to no avail.

“NOOO!!!”

A trooper shouted in frustration as their silver haired target disappeared into the fog below.

“GET A SEARCH PARTY DOWN THERE, PRONTO!!! WE CAN’T LET HER ESCAPE!!!”, the trooper ordered before the wave of cyborgs darted down the corridor.

“Commander”, the trooper soon called over the radio in defeat.

“What is it?”, Ravus answered, slight anxiety in his voice, as Lunafreya and Gentiana fearfully stood awaiting the news.

“We...we lost her, sir. She got away...”.

A sigh of relief escaped the Oracle’s lungs.

“We have search parties scouring the area. We’ve blocked off all transport exits. She cannot have gone far”, the trooper confidently spoke, reinitiating the worry inside of their hearts.

“Very good. Keep me updated”, Ravus replied before turning toward his younger sister.

His icy gaze melting over to held back tears as his agony flooded over.

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter VIII | What Happened To You?

Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX

Word Count: 1,872

Warning: Violence, abuse, gore, death

The bruises.

They never went away.

Two.

Four.

Seven.

Entire limbs would be covered when you were near me.

But I knew.

I knew what was happening to you.

You didn’t want to tell me.

You didn’t want to admit that even the brightest of them all could feel pain.

You wanted to give me something to believe in.

I believed you deserved better.

I knew it.

I was going to see to it.

Free you from the filth that hurt you.

One way...or another.

No matter how hard he screamed...

No matter how much he bled...

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

“You gonna take that?”

Prae didn’t answer. She just stared at the screen as the device sang in her palm.

Eirenne was starting to get fed up. He called her every hour nonstop and would blow up her phone if she didn’t answer once.

No matter what she was doing or who she was with.

Plus, the bruises were multiplying. Eirenne rarely saw them nowadays, but Prae was giving and returning less hugs. Distancing herself from people to keep from touching them.

She winced at nearly every motion.

Constantly complained about being in some sort of pain. Frankly, it was infuriating the silver haired princess.

And it needed to stop.

“No...no, it’s fine. I told him where I would be today”, Prae finally replied declining the call, slipping it back into her pocket.

“Okay”.

As they returned to their studies...

*ring ring*

*ring ring*

“Ugh, come on, man!!”, the Tenebraen princess slammed her fist down on the table, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“I know, I’m sorry”, Prae scrambled for her device. “He’s enthusiastic”.

“He’s a pest!” Eirenne shouted breaking down her friend’s defense. “Honestly, what is so important that he has to be in your ear 24/7? He doesn’t even care that you’re in school most of the day!!”

Prae averted her exhausted gaze from her friend’s teal iris’ to her phone.

“His voice is probably plastered in your head by now. He can wait a few more hours”.

“Yeah...yeah...you’re right”, Prae agreed. Her voice heightening, seemingly, along with her mood and shutting her phone off for good.

“Attagirl”, Eirenne teased her friend ruffling her short, fluffy hair, sending cute little giggles floating from her throat. “Besides, I saw you first. It’s my turn to love you”.

“Yeah...he’ll be fine. He can wait a little while”, Prae affirmed as she plopped her cellular into her bag.

Finally, things were back to normal.

Days went on and Prae seemed to be back to her completely cheery self. Their conversations went back to being 90% Prae rambling like usual and Eirenne providing snarky commentary when she felt it was needed, entertaining and annoying her friend at the same time.

It was how it should be.

They were both happy.

“Uuuugggghhhh, why do we have to study during study hall anyway?”, Eirenne complained as the girls made their way to the school library.

“You’re kidding, right? That’s probably the laziest question you’ve ever asked me”, Prae judged her friend’s sluggish manner.

“It’s not like you need to study anyway, you’re doing just fine”.

“Well, duh, I know I don’t”, Prae triumphantly beamed as they sat down. “But if you don’t graduate with me and I have to hear you bitch and moan about having to take all of your classes over again, that’ll give me a permanent headache”.

“Thanks”, Eirenne chuckled.

“I mean, you do realize you have to pass math to graduate, right?”

“Unfortunately, I’m aware that I have to know how to multiply 2 and 7 to be considered a functioning adult”, the silver haired teen sarcastically joked.

“What is 2 times 7?”

“27″.

“...I can’t help you”, Prae shut the textbook in defeat sending Eirenne into a fit of laughter before being shushed by their classmates around them at the other tables.

“Shut up, stupid”, Prae whispered also in a small laughing fit. “You’re gonna get us in....”, Prae’s eyes suddenly widened and as she stared behind her friend, “...trouble”.

Confused, Eirenne turns around to see a young man dressed in black and red outside the window behind them, staring intensely at Prae.

He was a rather dashing young man from what Eirenne could see.

Fair toned skin, amber eyes, short and nicely combed.....maroon hair?

Wait...no. It can’t be...

Eirenne’s body stiffened. Her palms grew sweaty. It couldn’t be him...it’s been years.

How could he have found her? But....he didn’t seem to care for the silver haired girl rather than her innocent jade eyed friend.

“Who’s that...?”, Eirenne asked with gritted teeth, balling up one of her fists.

“My boyfriend”, Prae replied, evident fear in her voice.

Still bitterly staring at Prae, the man made his way to the back of the building.

“Um...I should go see if he’s okay”, Prae stammered as she stood from her seat.

“Wait, are you serious?!” Eirenne loudly whispered. “Did you see the look on his face?”

“It’s fine”, Prae reassured her worried friend, “he’s probably just a little bitter about me ignoring his calls. I’ll just set this straight and be right back. No sweat”.

“Really. No sweat”. Eirenne was clearly unconvinced.

“I promise. I’ll be back in a second”, the jade eyed girl smiled toward her friend before sneaking toward the bathrooms in the back of the building.

It couldn’t have been him...he was too young. His hair was much shorter...his clothes looked less...lived in, but that stare...those eyes. 

Regardless of who he was, Prae was afraid...she was never afraid of anything...and what kind of coward would Eirenne be if she allowed anything to happen to her best friend?

Once the librarian retreated into her office, Eirenne silently followed her friend down the corridor to the bathrooms.

They were under construction due to foundation problems. Part of the girl’s bathroom had caved in on a student some time ago killing her.

Because of overcrowding, they were in the process of adding showers to the bathrooms, but because of the incident production had been delayed for some time.

The light flickered, but it was mostly dark. The walls had cracks for days as well as the floors and ceiling. There had been multiple cave ins around the sides of the hallway leading toward the bathrooms. Looked like no one had even bothered trying to fix it.

As Eirenne approached the bathrooms, she noticed the floors coated in water and the closer to got to her destination, she could hear voices coming from the girl’s bathroom.

Not wanting to cause alarm, she crept closer to get a view of the two of them standing by the showers...

“Stop lying to me...”.

“I’m not, sweetie, I promi-AGH!”

Eirenne lightly jumped upon hearing the slap to Prae’s flesh. Her blood beginning to boil one thousand degrees a second.

“Don’t give me that, you little whore!”

“I’m not lying to you! I’ve been here all day, you can ask Eir-egh! Gghk!”

“I’m not asking that little freak friend of yours shit”, the vicious character growled with his fist clasped upon Prae’s throat.

Desperately pawing at his wrist, tears began to stream down her fair cheeks.

“Please...I can’t breat-AH!”. A shriek sailed from her lungs as her back was slammed against the linoleum wall.

“Good”, the man hissed glaring down upon Prae. His amber gaze shifting to a lustrous gold. Like a viper squeezing the life out of his helpless prey.

“Beg for me to let you go...”.

“Please...”, Prae pleaded as he tightened his grip. “I...I can’t...breathe”.

“Yeah, just like that...”, the man hissed. “You’re gonna show me what you’re really worth alive...You filthy whore...”, the young man licked his lips before unbuttoning his shirt.

“..Pl-please, no...I-I won’t ever ignore your calls again...I swear..”, Prae helplessly whimpered as the man yanked her panties clean from her body, emitting a pained cry from the innocent Prae.

Eirenne, paralyzed at the end of the shower, began to lightly pant as her overheating blood shifted to a black. The pain keeping her to her knees as she watched her friend abuser in action...had he ever done this before?

Prae would’ve told her....wouldn’t she?

A sudden sizzling caught the attention of the silver haired girl as the white gloves coating her hands began to burn away revealing her blackened hands.

The daemonic energy within their contents infecting the rest of her body, taking over her mind, making her lose control.

With all her might she fought to keep her head....don’t lose control....don’t lose control...don’t lose...

All went silent as the young girl clasped her eyes shut....her heartbeat bursting through her eardrums.

The only other distinctive sound...

...was the clinking of metal...

...from a belt.

“RRRAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

A monstrous roar echoed throughout the room, before...

“AAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!” A blood curdling scream from the jade eyed girl upon the hand perturbing from her boyfriend’s stomach.

The man looked down toward the intrusion of his abdomen before returning his gaze to Prae whom was still in his grasp. 

Regurgitating blood upon her face before shakily turning to see the fanged teen, black veins pulsating throughout her face.

Her blackened daemonic stare paralyzing him.

“You can rot with the rest of them...”, the daemon girl growled before pulling her arm back to where her hand was within his wound.

Shifting her hand upward, his violent screams pulsated through the bathroom as Eirenne inched her way through his body, her arm intruding the his internal anatomy until she reached his heart.

Clutching onto the cardiac organ, squeezing it, a field of electricity wrapped about it, sending violent jolts throughout ripping it to shreds. 

The pulsations causing him to finally release the mortified Prae whom was now trapped to watch him gag on his own crimson. 

Blood seeping into the cracks of the linoleum below.

Once she was released, Eirenne withdrew her arm from his body causing him to crash to the floor upon his knees in front of the tearful Prae. 

Clinging to life by a thread, he slowly reached for the terrified girl just before the daemon girl summoned a telekinetic force field in the center of his brain, instantly expanding it sending shards of blood and brain throughout the entire bathroom.

Finally, sending him collapsing dead to the floor...

All that was left...was Prae.

On the floor, panting in fear, in front of her abuser’s mutilated corpse...

...and her best friend...finally realizing the truth...

“...t...that was...lightning...y...y-your hands...”.

Her stuttering voice began to soothe Eirenne back to her normal state.

Her eyes and veins returning to their proper hue...

“...you...you look just like her...Eirenne....”.

The silver haired girl merely stared at her friend, panting vigorously...

“...you’re...”.

“...the Pythoness...”.

A sudden shriek startled the girls. Abruptly turning around to see the librarian dash from the bathroom screaming for help down the corridor.

The frightened bloodstained girl sent a telekinetic pulse through the side wall.

“EIRENNE!!!”, Prae shouted toward her friend to no avail.

She had to get home.

The secret was out...

Muerlinian Zephyr was in Tenebrae.

The Pythoness was reborn.

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[insomniasix]

The Glaive’s Diary. May 17.

Last time I wrote, I apologized. Here’s why:

Two days ago, I became what I hate; I became what I kill… what you want to kill.

The ritual was perfect way until one of them said something to me.

“You really think he will let you be? You are a foolish child! He used you to find us and when he regains the Accursed power he will destroy you and everything you love! Everything that defines you! You will become just like him!”

Just like him.

That stupid phrase was all I was thinking when I saw her head hit the floor; right next to her body, while everyone else -daemon or not- licked their ugly face, watching the puddle of blood grow wider under my feet. And then, for a split second I stopped “What now? What’s the consequence?”

I found Ardyn, told him what happened.

He said everything would be alright.

I should have known better. I should know he was up to something when he said he had big plans for me. That I was special.

I remember wishing Gladio was with me; everything would be so different if I had told him the truth. Why did I lie to him? Why did I push him away?

The ritual begun.

Ardyn killed all the messengers -the arrogant smile leaving his lips only under the presence of the woman dressed in black- pouring their blood into a golden cup and chanting something in Old Lucian, while silver lightnings crossed the sky.

Fear consumed my body and mind; afraid for what comes next. For you. What will happen to you and the rest of Eos when He comes?

While chanting the spell, he started drawing the Symbols of Yore on his chest and face, using the blood.

A lightning hell right on him, ripping the full moon in half as it did so.

The MTs started screeching.

“He’s here! The beginning of the end is nigh!”

The ritual was over now.

I run to his side; see if he’s alive, but when I looked at him… his eyes; he wasn’t the dark stranger anymore, he was the Accursed Immortal!

She was right.

His golden eyes were now surrounded by Scourge. His face and voice were now darker, more terrifying and all I could do, now more than ever, was wish that someone was with me. I was praying to my father to send me someone. Gladio, Muerlin, Ignis… someone!

All Ardyn said was “Do not be afraid Six. I can hear your heartbeat, my dear; you do not need to be afraid. A new era has begun. The new age! New part in history. The age of the One True King. I will take my rightful place and you, my darling, will stand by my side.”

He made a step closer and I knew what was coming; but before he managed anything, my father answered my prayers.

The main door broke down and Gladio and Clarus rushed in to help.

I was so freaking happy to see them both!

I suddenly felt safe, just for a while; enough to let my guard down.

Big mistake.

I’d forgotten Ardyn wasn’t the same. He was a lot faster! By the time I realized what was happening, he had already grabbed me, he’d already pushed his teeth into my skin. Turned me.

Everything froze around me Nyx. Everything was destroyed in a mere second.

My whole world.

When your dad charged at him, he was already gone; and I was just like him. Same powers same speed, same lust for blood… his blood!

Gladio and Clarus took on every MT and left me to fight Ardyn.

Amidst the battle he said something, almost to himself. Like he was praising me, but didn’t want to let it go to my head.

He said something about me having all the strength but no consequence of his power. That was seconds before he gasped for a single breath.

“I will be waiting in the Beyond.” He said with a cocky smile on his face. He said I was to join soon enough. And then… he vanished; just like that.

When Clarus and your dad came to check on me, I was like before. The part about my eyes, at least. They were silver again. Everything else though; it will never be the same.

I turned to Gladio and asked him to finish my punishment once and for all.

I told him to do whatever we do to things like me and showed him my bloodthirsty eyes.

He didn’t do it.

He couldn’t.

I saw it in the way his hands shook.

In the way his voice broke when he asked me to think about you.

I didn’t say anything. I just left.

I came to the motel room and woke you and Muerlin up.

When you asked what was going on, I just said you had to live with grandpa Cid for a while but you had to make my day even worse by saying you wanted to stay with me instead.

I held myself back not to cry and said you had to go.

Thanks for listening without arguing.

I’m sorry.

I promise I’ll find a way to be normal again.

I’ll find a way Nyx!

You just keep believing in me!

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“Don’t worry little rabbit,” Six whispered, knowing full well how nervous the Queen of Willownoire was.

The big day had come.

Finally!

“What if…”

“No ‘what if’s Muerlin.” Six used her mom voice and Muerlin instantly stopped, suffering silently as everything that could go wrong danced inside her mind while her friends were fixing the Sylleblossoms in her hair “Everything will be perfect! Evie and I have everything under control.”

“Except, of course, if you’re thinking of running away.” Evita commented absentmindedly, fingers tinkering with Muerlin’s velvet locks “I’m dying to see how Six would handle the dress in a case like this.”

As the assassin moved her golden eyes, she came across the glare she’d earn from her Glaive friend; Muerlin staring up at the both of them from the mirror in front of her.

Six couldn’t pretend for long; the picture of herself trying to run after Muerlin in her silver-white, sleeveless dress and high-heels was hilarious, making her burst into laughing, only for the other two women to follow; their laughter attracting two certain someones as the door to their room opened, Gladio and Ignis walking in, each dressed as wonderfully as a king and moving to their ladies.

“You’re not supposed to be here, love.” Six whined as Gladio moved to hug her from behind, Ignis doing the same to his beloved while she let her head lay on his shoulder, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I thought it was a jinx for the groom to see the bride, babe. I don’t see Prom anywhere.”

“You can relax,” Ignis agreed, holding on to Evita a little tighter “The King is with him right now, helping him with his vows.”

“Oh, Gods, am I truly ready to hear a tag-teamed vow?” Muerlin laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry,” Six calmed her down with her certainty while fixing Gladio’s tie “like I said: We’ve got you covered. Luna is with them as well, giving Prom his part of the vow.”

“Speaking of which, here’s yours.” Evita handed the bride a small, white envelope; Six’s writing evident on both the envelope and the card inside it.

The Glaive humming the lyrics written on the paper as Muerlin tried her hardest not to ruin the make-up her friends had made with her tears.

Of course she would remember.

The first song they sang together.

Their first song.

Their song!

…

Muerlin was moving toward him, walking gracefully, excited and beyond happy, down the Sylleblossom aisle.

Prompto couldn’t be standing taller in his white suite; sea-blue eyes sparkling, following her; only her… his only one.

King Noctis was standing in his place, smiling brightly. How could he not? He was about to marry his best friends; he was about to see his friend become a King of his own.

Six and Evita stealing teary-eyed glances with their own soulmates while everyone was humming a very special song; laughing as little Nox played with her dress in her Shield’s arms.

Gladio, being a proud friend and a loving father; and Ignis holding on the wedding rings as if they were his own.

…

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered, his voice breaking, unable to contain his love for her “I don’t deserve this. Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

Upon hearing his words the best-men and the bridesmaids begun low-singing. The soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Argentum continuing their banner as if they were alone, dancing under the moonlight.

“I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.” He whispered, only for her to listen.

“We were just kids when we fell in love,” Muerlin continued, tears in her eyes; remembering, feeling every word like it was the first time “not knowing what it was.”

How much truth they held.

“I won’t give you up this time.” Prompto promised “Your heart is all I own.”

“I see my future in your eyes.” Prompto caressed her face as she spoke “In yours you’re holding mine.”

“Promise.” They said in unison.

“By the power vested in me,” Noctis whipped the tears off his eyes “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. Dude, just kiss your Queen already!”

And so he did.

Prompto held tight and, as he promised, never let go.

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The Glaive’s Diary. May 3.

Yesterday I saw a part of me you shouldn’t know exists, but since I decided to write everything down… here it is.

I felt really drunk after about a dozen beers and told Gladio I’d go back to the Leville.

While walking back I could sense someone following me; it’s safe to say I was way out of my head to react on my hunch. The only thing I could do when those daemons attacked me was scream for help, even though I knew the music in Lestallum is loud enough for your father not to hear me.

Didn’t take long for someone to do though; for them to run to my rescue.

He snatched them away from me, told me to run as fast as I could. The adrenaline in my veins wasn’t enough to stop me.

I run back to the bar and found your father; I told him what had just happened and led him and the others right where those guys jumped me.

By the time we got there they had already disappeared; but the man was still there, lying unconscious.

Aunt Muerlin said “They must’ve hurt him, those damn daemons.”

Since when do they roam the streets of light towns?

Anyway, I couldn’t leave him like that. He risked his life to save me.

I asked the rest to help me get him a room at Jared’s motel so I could attend his wounds.

Gladio said someone should stay back with me, in case they returned, but I disagreed. There was no more reason for me to spoil their fun. I’d be fine.

I had some Ebony once they left, sobered up quite nicely.

I got the many layers of his clothing off and took care of his wounds. Just before he woke up, those bloodsucking daemons found us.

I still have no idea what they wanted or who sent them… who they were after; it didn’t matter. What mattered was they tried to kill me. Again. It was time to return their kindness.

Since I wasn’t drunk anymore, I knew exactly what I had to do to take them down.

I had my Kukris with me and there were only three of them. Piece of cake!

They were all down before he woke up. I thought I’d die when his eyes opened. The stare of his golden orbs was almost shining, looking inside my soul for any kind of secret it might’ve held.

He shamefully asked if he’d lost consciousness. I comforted him by making fun of the situation, saying I didn’t think he’d be able to beat them either way; but when I asked if he knew what he was dealing with… the answer was yes.

He said he knows all the “rules” of the Kingdom; adding that his brother was a Kingsglaive. “One of the old ones.” He joked.

A lot of questions bombed my mind.

Was he bluffing? Saying the truth? Spying on the kingdom?

He definitely didn’t look like a Lucian.

He asked to know who I was. He looked familiar; so I didn’t hesitate to tell him.

I also gave him one of Ignis’ daggers, even if I know he’ll make me regret it once he realizes; because he will -and sent him away.

On his way out of the room he bowed down on one knee, reaching down next to the door, where a fedora was laying now and grabbed it, gracefully placing it atop his violet hair.

I don’t know why but it felt weird watching him leave the room.

I mean, I know he will be able to protect himself but I don’t know. Feels like I’ve known him forever.

I had to clear my head.

My dad’s words coming right up to mind “We’re Kingsglaives. We do our job and walk tall!”

So I did.

I placed everything back to its original place and greeted Gladio and Muerlin once they were back.

Gladio made a really good point. Who was that guy?

I don’t even know his name. Who or what he is.

I’m now sitting across the room from your bed, watching you as you sleep soundly. You’re so calm, so innocent.

I’ve never written something so long in my life; hope I won’t have to do it again soon.

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Trigger Warnings: Injury, Alcohol mention 

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Masterlist : OC Stories

Chapter 0

Cooking Magic

Altissia’s Aftermath

Carbuncle

Promise 

The Dawn Will Come

I’m Here, I Promise

Evita Hemlock 

Family Moments

The Lady

Night Out

Happy Birthday

King’s Burden

Galahdan Way

Old Books

Friday Part I | Part II

Not you again/Leave me alone

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20 VS 30

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Friday Part II

A failed attempt in humor xD (My baby @mzargentum I feel like it turned out a little more of a Gladix than a Promlin, I still hope you like it. Also, I challenge you, in order for us to get our muses in an actual line, continue! Any way you want! It’s yours to do as you please!)

Warnings: None | Words: 1376 | Characters: Muerlin, Six, Gladiolus, Prompto (And Friday!) , mention of a very sleepy prince and a stubborn Glaive.

Proving Gladio right, the couple found themselves in Willownoire in exactly one hour after they left home.

Once out of the car, Gladio came face first with Friday’s snout as she sniffed him, head to toes, huffing her welcome before Six moved in to calm her.

“Friday?” the Glaive said the Queen Behemoth’s name and she immediately turned to face her, standing tall and waiting for her orders “Where is she?”

As if by instinct, the Behemoth turned on her heel and led them to the Stormsender’s castle.

At the sound of Friday’s heavy steps connecting to the ground, Prompto almost warped outside, weapon ready and aiming at whatever made her act this way.

“Whoa,” Gladio raised his hands a little, moving to stand between the barrel of Prompto’s gun and his wife “it’s just us!” he warned in a calming voice before Prompto run into them, hot tears running down his blushed cheeks.

“Easy, sunshine. We’re here now.” Six used her ‘mom’ voice on him and he instantly calmed himself; his shoulders becoming more relaxed as he took a step back to look at her.

“Thank you, guys!” he smiled awkwardly at his sudden burst of emotions.

Prompto always hated being a burden to his friends; but here they were, in the middle of the night, running to his rescue. None of them wasting a single minute to think twice about it.

“Don’t mention it.” Gladio put his arm around the blond’s shoulders, bringing him down with his weight “Now, where’s your little rascal of a wife?”

“She’s in the Oasis.”

“The what now?” Gladio rubbed the back of his head, not understanding how the word seemed normal to the both of them.

“Oh, right,” Prompto huffed a smile at his friend’s reaction “You’ve never been inside the Castle of Willownoire, have you?”

“Well, get ready for the beauty of a life time, husband.” Six laughed as she pet Friday’s leg.

“Husband?” Gladio blushed at her word of choice. She’d never call him that before today “Must be a hell of a thing to have you that hyped.”

“It’s better if we show you.” The young gunslinger smiled, leading the way to Muerlin’s special place.

From the outside, it looked like they were getting ready to enter one of the Castle’s biggest rooms. It was safe to say they were wrong.

Once Prompto opened the double doors, the couple came across the most beautiful scenery they’d seen in a while.

Gladio gasped as Six’s mind run back to the first time she’d seen it, long ago.

The sylleblossom fields of Tenebrae!

This was Muerlin’s safest place. This was her home!

Looking around the field, it really felt as if she was back.

An enormous field of blue blossoms. The light wind, hugging their bodies, and the sweet smell of the flowers, creating the same old feeling of nostalgia the memory of the old and unruined Tenebrae had left in her mind.

A single thing was different from the memory, though.

In the middle of the soft, blue field –just a few feet away from them –was a bright white cloud.

On it, laid the petite figure of the Stormsender’s daughter and Willownoire’s Queen.

Muerlin.

The young queen’s body was filled with scars, cuts and bruises, just as Prompto said on the phone.

It made Six’s heart skip a beat; thinking back at the first time she saw her son Nyx like that. She knew though: Muerlin wasn’t Nyx! His Kingsglaive abilities helped him heal faster.

What had happened?

Muerlin was the daughter of an Astral, she was supposed to be protected by the Gods.

The three moved closer to the cloud and Prompto caught his breath. Muerlin looked a lot better than earlier, but she was still in a bad shape.

Six took a few small steps closer to her unmoving body, careful not to touch even a hair of her head before making absolutely sure of what the situation at hand was. Once she was standing but a breath away, she gently placed two of her fingers on the girl’s wrist.

“Her pulse is steady.” She stated calmly, as much for Prompto’s relief as her own “Bringing her here was a right move, kid.”

“Yeah, good job!” Gladio agreed, both smiling brightly as Prompto seemed to relax.

“Now, to wake her up!” Six’s smile turned into a smirk as she rolled the sleeves of Gladio’s shirt up, cracking her fingers, ready to use every single technique she learned while raising Prince Sleepyhead.

“You can try kissing her awake.” The Shield side-eyed the younger man, teasing him.

Prompto laughed awkwardly at his comment “That’s… for when I told Six to kiss you when you were turned into a frog, isn’t it?” he stated, mostly to himself.

“Nope, he actually thought that was cute, back then.” Six huffed a laugh as she examined the cloud underneath Muerlin’s body “This feels like a cloud,”

“It is.” Prompto raised his eyebrows, answering matter-of-factly.

“I get it,” the Glaive glared back at him for thinking everything that was normal to him, would also be normal for them, living outside Willownoire “but it can’t be. We’re inside the freaking castle.”

“This whole room is… a safe haven for Muerlin. She’s created everything.” Prompto caught up with her chain of thought.

“So we can move it.” Gladio joined as well, liking where this was leading.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Six smirked at him.

“Oh, I’d miss this!” Gladio smiled devilishly, making his way to stand next to her.

“What are you guys doing?” fear took its place in Prompto’s heart as Six and Gladio took their places. Each grabbing the cloud at the spot where it connected to the sylleblossom field.

“Remember how we woke up Noct on his nineteenth birthday?” Gladio laughed, nodding at Six he was ready.

“You two rolled –oh crap!”

By the time Prompto had managed to spit his final words, the cloud was already flipping from one side to the other, taking Muerlin’s body with it. His fearful shriek and Gladio’s proud chuckle covering Muerlin’s painful moans as she was now fully awake.

“Muerlin!!” Prompto run to her side “Babe, look at me, are you alright?” he checked her, making sure she wasn’t any more hurt that she was before.

“She was sleeping, Prom.” Six laughed as she hi-fived Gladio.

“You should have known better, bro.” Gladio laughed.

“You were?” sea-blue eyes full of hurt looking at Muerlin.

“What is going on?” the young silver haired queen rubbed her head, looking around in everything and everyone, trying to understand what was happening.

“What happened, Muerlin?” Prompto raised his voice, his worry taking the better of him as he still didn’t have a clear answer at what was going on with her.

“Why are you yelling at me?” she almost cried out, voice breaking at how mad he seemed to be at her.

“What are those?” he pointed at her bruised arms.

“I had a training session with Friday.” Her heart was racing, she couldn’t understand why he was so frustrated.

“Prom...” Six tried to calm him; both of them, understanding where each of them stood at this misunderstanding.

“What you did was stupid and dangerous and it scared the hell out of me!” Prompto wrapped his arms around his precious wife, holding her tight while he stroke her hair; keeping her as close as possible –close enough for her to feel his heart beat like crazy against her skin.

Glancing down at Six, Gladio could understand his friends overreaction. If he were in his shoes, he would have gone insane.

He did.

“What?” the Glaive smiled up at him warmly, picking his mind and trying to guess what he was thinking.

Gladio moved closer and wrapped an arm around his beloved, kissing her forehead “We drove all the way out here for a wakeup call.” He whispered in her hair.

“You got to see something beautiful.”

“My love, I don’t need to travel all the way to Willownoire to see something beautiful.” He stared into her eyes while her loving smile warmed his heart.

“Excuse me?!” Muerlin punched his sides, making him take a step away from Six “It’s my turn to hug her!”

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