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Great Mother in the Sky: No Love in the House of God

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:25                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Iteral pouts. "Either of you, stop it please! We found peace, no need for squabbels!" She... mispronounced the word slightly but it was clear what she meant. "Okay, okay... books and proximity... sure! One bed or two?" She asked and, after taking an empty cup and swinging her staff around, hands over a cup of water to Isla. "Easy, one thing at a time." It was questionable if Iteral even remembers her at that point.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:26                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"Kendo..." Mona pulled on his arm, pouting slightly. "Don't escalate things... Please?"

Aret shifted again, slowly opening her eyes. Despite the restoration, her entire body hurt. It wasn't unbearable, just very uncomfortable. She didn't say anything, still conflicted about herself. She leaned into Isla, smothering herself in her lover's clothes.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:28                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

Something caught in his throat. "It's the end of the world," he said hoarsely. "And you don't care? You killed five squadrons of innocent people and you don't care?"

He ignored the time user. He didn't care anymore about any of it. Because hell, if Kendo didn't, then why should he?

"I'm going to kill you," he breathed. "I swear I'm going to kill you."

Isla mumbled something from by his feet and he faltered. She was drinking from a glass, looking confused and tired, not seeming to comprehend anything around her, judging by the glazed look in her eyes and that she was accepting something from the so-proclaimed "time witch".

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:31                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"yep~! I don't! Because, if we're gonna be honest, Adrik Volkov?"

He laughed.

"I've done way worse. And you know what? In the grand scheme of things? This world is just one in quadrillions."

He glanced at Mona.

"Sorry, but the writers really want to see this play out."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:33                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"Easy there. All is well, there is nothing to hurry or panic about." Iteral sighs, ignoring the chaotic godslayer and the hoarse bookworm. Mona could deal with that far better anyway, so all the promoted architect did was make sure Isla was doing alright. She swings her staff to refill the water without taking the glass from her.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:41                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

She sighed, clasping his hand tightly. If she couldn't stop him, at least she would make sure he couldn't initiate anything more than an argument.

Aret sighed and clutched Isla's clothing. "I'm sorry..." She muttered hoarsely. She felt horrible for what she did.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:56                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

"You're a psychopath," he said emptily. "Devoid of conscience. Couldn't give a damn about anyone, because where would that leave you?"

His fist clenched by his side.

"You're sick-"

Isla made a confused, whimpering noise. He flinched away, and just kept on glaring at Kendo. "If anyone else won't kill you," he breathed. "If no one else has the courage, then I will. Magic be damned."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 01:59                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"Awe, you noticed~ <3"

Kendo threw his head back, laughing.

"Psychopath, schmikopath, who cares? Isn't everyone just a little twisted?"

His grin was wide.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:05                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

This is my villain, Adrik realised. Wasn't it always going to come down to this? Ever since I swore that vow, before the gods themselves?

He tipped his head back, and squinted at the sun, wondering if some god were looking down on him. Cheering on his victory.

Adrik set his jaw and pulled his switchblade from its hiding spot on his belt.

I just need to connect. Just once, and then he's dead and everyone's safe... forever.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:08                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Kendo waved his hand, and a little red heart appeared in front of his chest.

"A soul, my dear friend, is the very essence of your being, for a monster such as I."

Kendo glanced at Mona, letting go of her hand. He smiled.

"I follow the writers' will. You may call me a slave of destiny."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:13                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

"You," he said coldly. "Have no idea what that's like. And you never will." He closed his fist around the knife and took in a deep shaking breath, preparing himself... to die. He knew he would not survive this fight.

Then he was up and running, zigzagging and in a final motion, he lunged for that heart in Kendo's chest, flicked the blade out, and closed his eyes, waiting for Kendo to run something through him.

It wouldn't be such a bad way to die... and isn't this what Isla wanted, after all?

Setsuna Jun

Setsuna awoke. All around him, there was blood. He didn't know what he was expecting. He'd seen it all. He knew what he'd done, who was dead.

She was.

He clapped his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the screaming voices in the back of his skull. But they weren't stopping. They were in his head now, crawling through his brain, a Saint's gentle touch pulling out his cerebellum-

He screamed at the top of his lungs, and even that wasn't enough to drown out any of it.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:15                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"Great..." Iteral sighs. "A Deity and her lover awake from near death and those two dunces can't think of anything other than fighting each other for some deity upstairs calling themselves 'writer'." She sighs, tapping her staff on the ground now. Thankfully, some castle remains included beds, so she was able to create a bed out of them. She places it next to them. "Would you two like to lay down?"

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:16                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Mona seemed to get more angry at the bicker as it continued. She brought her staff out and stood between the two, holding her hand out and letting Adrik's dagger go through. "Now that's enough. Kendo, back down. Don't start anything with the boy." She glared at him. She could be serious when she needed to be. "And Adrik. You're letting your judgement become clouded."

Aretstikaphaniela whimpered quietly and looked up at Isla. "Isla...? Where are we...?" She looked around and shook her head to Iteral. "Thank you..."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:17                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"Mona..."

He murmured, taking her hand.

"...'m sorry."

He muttered.

"why'd you..."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:20                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

"HE'S A MURDERER!" Adrik screamed at her. "He killed people- like it was nothing." He hiccupped. "I killed Isla's knight. The moment my knife went through his chest, everything went numb. And he doesn't feel that. He doesn't care. They said I could heal them, but I couldn't and-"

He lifted up the shaking hand he'd just used to stab Kendo.

His eyes slowly went wide and he sank to his knees.

Isla Greer

Isla blinked slowly. Reality was beginning to focus. Someone was in her arms...

And something was gone from her chest.

"Saint...?" she murmured.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:26                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"So much trauma at one time, it really gets the mind going." Iteral whispers a small "don't thank me yet" to Aretstikaphaniela and swings her staff around like she was trying to summon a tornado. In the end, she had summoned a table with three decanters, with water, tea and wine respectively and some biscuits in a metal box, right next to the bed. "Let's all relax and pay attention to our... ehm... patients?" The time witch just points at Aret and Isla with her staff, unsure what to call them.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:26                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"I hate seeing you fight innocent people, Kendo. And I don't want anyone of this land trying to test an immortal such as yourself. I'm saving you both from each other. This is definitely not how you want to die, Adrik. I promise. Now go be with Isla and Aretstikaphaniela. You should be happy by their sides not risking your life over the past." She sighed and held her hand, looking at it apprehensively. He did pack a punch, but she would heal it all eventually.

"Isla..." She teared up and held Isla's cheeks, beginning to cry. "Are you okay? What happened? I'm so sorry for what I've done- I-"

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:29                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

"...'m sorry. Are you mad?"

He seemed more like a kicked puppy, than anything.

"Please don't be mad. 'm sorry."

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:32                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

She immediately melted. "No..! I'm not mad, I promise! I just don't want to watch you fight someone if it isn't to protect me, that's all." She pulled him down and pressed a kiss against his forehead, petting his hair. He was definitely more of a guard puppy than a guard dog sometimes.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 15/08/2023 02:34                                                (1 Year ago)
                                            

Adrik Volkov

"That was no fight," Adrik said without thinking. He stared at the knife on the ground, hand twitching by his side. How could I? After everything I said... I just turned out to be no better than him.

He almost felt like throwing up.

Is that all I am? A murderer?

One who cares for Isla Greer, Puppet said suddenly. That is something very few can say.

Adrik gave a surprised jerk and glanced around for the puppet.

Don't be a fool. I'm far off, in your backpack where you left me. My consciousness is merely tied to you at the moment. So I can hear your ridiculous suicidal thoughts and plans.

His voice gentled.

Go. Listen to her and take care of Isla, okay?

Adrik listened intently, but there was nothing more. Slowly, he got to his feet and turned to face Isla, who was staring down at the girl in her arms. Tragic beautiful Isla, scowl on her face to the end.

"It's alright," Isla said.

"It will be," Adrik spoke. Isla looked up, alarmed, and something in the cold, solidness of her face melted. "We can make it that way."

He kneeled with her next to the Saint. "Are you alright, Your Highness?"

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