#yes Frost was alive during the Celestial War

[first-frost-fallen-snow]

⚠️ This exerpt has triggering scenes in it, including: mention and description of blood, depictions of violence, mention of death, heavy dissociation. Read with caution ⚠️

Zeno.

Seraphine.

Names, people.

These people were people he’d love. These were people he’d hurt.

Frost felt as if he was floating.

No.

He was in water, drowning. Struggling to breathe.

The void, darkness.

Everything was different. He had no control over his own body. He saw through a distant window, his eyes. Through desperation, he frantically tried moving his body free from the crushing weight around him. The echoes of reality resonated in his body, wracking him with senses he couldn't place.

Copper. He could smell it, it stung his nostrils and burned down his throat. It brought him closer to the distant window of what his body's eyes were seing.

Crimson. It was splattered everywhere, shining delicately like a bush of roses. He could see the dew on their petals, but something was wrong. Very wrong.

Thrumming in his ears he felta heartbeat. Was it his own, or someone elses? He truly hoped it was the former.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth and screamed. The dark void was so truly deafening that he felt he hadn't screamed at all. His senses pulled him to the distant window. His vision. The Semon, that's what they called them. Demons. His assignment was to stop the Demons from destroying a peaceful town. But the copper, the crimson, the heartbeat was all coming from something.

It wasn’t a Demon.

No.

It was a civilian.

He couldn’t stop hitting them. They were down, and he was still hitting them. His body aiming to kill them. He cried out, a pacifist forced to watch his own body kill someone. He wasn’t in control, he couldn’t breathe.

“Please, please stop me!" he begged, pounding his fists on the window. This time the words echoing in his head and deafening him more than the silence had.