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Mental turmoil existed in tandem with the satisfaction brought upon by watching the wardens fall one by one, masks untethered and split with the strength of undying human instinct. The feeling of despair that had been reaping chaos beneath her skin since their capture bloomed with grudges of malice and vitriol- she did not know how to feel pulling from the winding pit of energy, the pit of past and present killers, once more. In doing so to regain her freedom, to avoid becoming shackled by the chains of the afterlife, it had to be done- even if it led
tears to manifest.[break][break]
It hurt knowing the lengths she had to go to secure her
fantasies- securing the world of love that she unfalteringly believed could exist once more while casting out the things that went against them. The alarms blared within the baneful ordeal, ears soaking in the sound but unwilling to be stifled.. there was no dying to be done today, no stifling of the senses. To be rewarded with a vacation with
Genevieve Cromwell and the rest of the girls, the beautiful souls she had sworn upon, she needed to be sober mind, body, and soul.[break][break]
'We can't die..'[break][break]
So she watched with teary eyes, goosebumps manifesting on the skin as she held onto Hatterene's ribbon arm until she could not any longer. Falling into the rubble, feeling the air her body had desperately sought wander into her lungs, she sputtered a dry cough as she crept upward- removing a large rock that had fortunately only, left a bruise.
"Pample.. Ina..? Genny..?" A shot of fear crept up her spine as she looked around, looking for someone- something, anything.[break][break]
'No dying like this..'[break][break]
There
Yuina Higashi was, yet she was not alone. She was accompanied by a familiar green creature, one that she had encountered once before; one that could tamper with the veils of time.
Celebi was the reason that she had ended up in these chambers today, yet more importantly, the reason she had been spared the descent into the afterlife. One of the good ones, a seldom few, or so she believed- for it had saved her from losing her head in the days of the amethyst chains before. When the chains had spread into the forest and embedded into the necks of the tree-welling monkeys with a knack for painting, when they had tried to
claim her.[break][break]
"It.. saved my life, once," she said softly, stilly pulling sharp stones that rested in her hair,
".. and may it save yours, too.."[break][break]
May it be the protector that she would
never be able to be. The times that she had sworn to the cosmos to protect those she loved led her to take ownership of seeing them all here; perhaps it was divine punishment of
unworthiness, or the universe spitting in her face in the most bitter, unimaginable way possible. Tears resonated with the
pain that crept inside, emulsified by the crumbled bones resting within her arm. Diamandis was born as a means to protect, to preserve- but what was it that needed protecting? She believed herself to be a failure in all her successes.[break][break]
If she had not been a failure, they would not be here- not in this darkened city, not in the shadow of Megalopolans pleading for their lives after forsaking humanity time and time again.
"Pamplemousse..?" she gasped at his approach, heartbeat intensifying,
".. is it.. time..?"[break][break]
Was it that the unwound Megalopolan executives went against the world of love she wished to foster? Were they, as a concept, unable to feel empathy for the innocent and unable to learn?
Diamandis wished to get her revenge after playing the game more than anything else in the hours, days, and weeks that they endured such torment; would slaughtering them in the name of retribution, bringing justice upon them, allow
Desiree, her real self, to still be the embodiment of love she wished to become? Or would it only cause her grief to run deeper in knowing just how humanly they were at their core, even with their wretched diet and ideals?[break][break]
None of that mattered anymore- just the cultivation of the ceasar salad they had all been waiting for, dying for. All with a pink pecha on top in the form of a beautiful
garnish. It was a
ticket to the world of love- that which the Megalopolans and the never-rot had no place in. They did not spare sincerities and generosity in their time as prison puppetmasters, and only so many cheeks could be turned before
rotting from the inside out.[break][break]
"Get your fill, Pamplemousse.. Gloss," she said softly in support of
jack wainwright's wishes, crumbling a
z-crystal she removed from a slot of her purse in her palm,
".. bloom for me."[break][break]
Channeling the extent of the shattered gem, the Hatterene joined the Aggron at its side with the sharpness of rose thorns in its eyes. It spun a
magical leaf into a
bloom of doom, sending its grand spell toward the Pecharunt without hesitation.[break][break]
'It does not belong in the world which I seek.'[break][break]
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