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The Will of Mother

Chapter 14 - Unfortunate Consequences

Warnings: none

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: waking up in a place you don’t recognize, you befriend a family that leaves you with more questions than answers as you discover a devastating truth

I found myself waking up in a bed. A very soft and comfortable one to boot. The windows were dark, the room lit by lamps. My arm was being poked with a stick, and looking to the perpetrator I found a little girl. Black hair, a black dress, and black boots on her feet. She looked up at me as I looked to her, a grin spreading across her face.

"Finally! You took too long waking up!" She cheered, practically leaping up onto the bed next to me. She continued bouncing around on the bed, chanting 'They're awake!' before an older woman entered the room.

"Evie stop that! I never said you could come wake them up!" The woman scolded as Evie jumped off the bed and ran out past her. The woman watched her leave before looking back to me, a warm smile on her face.

"I'm glad to see you up. It's been a minute since a new face has been around. I'm Marguerite." She introduced herself, setting down the tray of food she'd been carrying.

I remained still, studying her. She didn't notice for a moment, but nodded once she did. Setting up a little table in front of me, she placed a plate of food and glass of water in front of me.

"I'm sure you're confused. Scared. I'll answer anything I can, of course, but I'm afraid I don't know everything. Only what Evie will let us know." Marguerite lamented, sitting on the bed nearby. She nodded to the food in front of me.

I shook my head, glancing at the door behind her. An empty hallway that turned at the end. A man's voice called for Marguerite, sounding aged like she was.

"Hold on, Jack!" She called back before partially closing the door. Looking back to me, she tried to calm me by explaining it away with, "I want to answer your questions first before we overwhelm you."

"Ok... well where am I then?"

"That... is a hard one to answer. Well I can answer it but... it's not a nice answer. You're dead, my dear."

My heart plummeted. Or it felt like it did, only now did I realize I had no pulse. I wasn't even really breathing consistently. Dead... I finally died, Markus was right that I'd die. Closing my eyes tightly, I bit my lip and tried not to let the tears form. I could see mom and dad at least...

"If I'm dead... is this Hell? Or Heaven, or Limbo, I don't know." I asked, watching Marguerite shake her head.

"You're dead but your... consciousness isn't. So none of those. Think of it as your mind being... stored. Filed away, held onto. Your body is dead, but this mold is keeping your mind alive." Marguerite explained, watching me closely.

"So you're dead too?"

"Yes. For a couple years, I believe, time is hard to keep track of. My family and I are here, on account of Evie. It's no fault of her own, my Jack and I don't blame her." Marguerite nodded as she spoke, glancing down at her hands. She was studying her skin, for what I couldn't know.

The man called for Marguerite again, and with a warm smile the older woman squeezed my hand gently before she left to answer the call. I was left alone now. Getting up, I walked to the window and peered through the curtain. It was rainy and dark outside, and through the flashes of lightning I could see what looked like a backyard and a swamp full of trees on the other side.

Turning around, I left the room and started heading down the hall. As I reached where the hall turned, Evie came out from behind the corner and blocked my path. She stared up at me, child-like and innocent. How could such a little child be the cause of this family being trapped in this place?

"Can I walk with you?" She asked, staring up emotionlessly until I hesitantly nodded. A smile came over her face as I did, grabbing my hand and standing at my side. She didn't start walking, waiting for me to start walking first.

Almost uncomfortably, I continued walking through the halls as Evie held my hand. She hummed a random song as I looked at the pictures hanging on the walls.

A family. A man, woman, and two children. They looked nearly grown in one of the pictures. Further in, we entered a room that had an empty wheelchair in the corner.

"This one's my room! They gave me a room all to myself, 'cause Mommy said I was old enough. That was my wheelchair too, after I couldn't walk. Getting old is stupid." Evie went about the room showing me all her things and explaining what they were and why she had them and who said what about her things. Like any little girl would.

"Evie... are my parents here?"

Evie stopped, putting down the wooden engraved hair brush that she was trying to show me. Turning to face me, her face had dropped all emotion. She didn't even look like she was staring at me, her eyes seemed to cut right through me.

"No, I don't feel them. That weird bird lady must not have cared about keeping them." Evie said with a nonchalant shrug before grabbing my hand once more.

Leading me out of her room, Evie dragged me down the hallways and soon down a set of stairs that led to a front room. It was very clean and neat, well-lit despite how dark it looked outside through the windows.

"Come on! Lets explore!" Evie demanded, letting go of me so she could run to the door and throw it open. The backyard started to change and lose color. The grassy backyard and its trailer turned into the black, writhing mass of the Megamycete before it started to take shape of something else before a new woman shut the door on Evie.

"Knock it off, Evie! Leave the guest alone, they're probably stressed out enough." She yelled at Evie, blocking the door. Stomping her foot and blowing a raspberry, Evie turned and ran away with a giggle. I was left alone with the woman.

She had short hair and she looked very young. I recognized her from one of the pictures on the wall, the daughter I guessed.

"So... who are you?"

"Zoe. Evie was talking about you after Mom kicked her out of the room." She said, folding her arms and leaning against the door. She was silent, staring me down.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I looked around and tried to do anything except make eye contact with the intense woman. She let out a soft 'hm' sound, walking past me through a set of double doors. Deciding I had no better options, I followed her and walked after her into a dining room where a man sat at the table.

She sat down, watching me as I stood in the doorway. Raising her eyebrows as she watched me, she nodded to the seat next to her. Trying to ignore the silent fear gnawing at me, I sat down and watched as Marguerite started to set the table.

Evie came running into the room, hopping up into the chair next to the unnamed man and tapping her hands on the table. Another man came in, much older looking.

"Jack, this is our guest. Until Evie takes them to their own home." Marguerite explained, introducing me to the older man. He smiled warmly, greeting me as Marguerite sat down beside me.

The family started to eat in content silence. I stared down at my plate, feeling too sick and anxious to even try it.

"It's not poisoned, you know. We don't have anything to gain from trying kill you. We couldn't do that anyway." The man across from me stated. I looked up at him, watching as he made a show of taking a bite of his own food.

"Lucas, leave them alone." Jack warned, giving him a scolding look before going back to eating.

"I'm sorry, I just... I really don't feel well. I mean I'm dead, so... it's ok if I don't eat right...?" I trailed off, clearing my throat and setting down the fork.

"Of course it is. We just want to give you some kind of normalcy. Something to make it feel like life again." Jack explained, trying to be comforting.

Evie got that blank look on her face again, back straightening as her head tilted upwards. No one at the table acknowledged it, maybe they were used to it by now. I only nibbled at the food in front of me, not in the mood to really eat even though it tasted amazing.

Jack stood, clearing everyones plates once they were done as Marguerite started clearing the counters. One by one, everyone at the table stood and left to do their own thing. Jack and Marguerite soon left the kitchen. I was left alone in the eerie silence, my thoughts keeping me company.

It felt like it took forever for me to stand again, making my way out of the dining area and into a small sitting area with two couches right across from each other and a grandfather clock against one wall. The room was empty, only filled with the sounds of the ticking of the clock. I could hear the footsteps of the other members in the house as they wandered and went about whatever it was that they usually did.

"I bet I can guess what you're thinking right about now." Jack spoke up from behind me.

I didn't turn to face him, listening to his footsteps as the rather large older man went and sat down on one of the couches. He held a glass of water in his hand, looking down into the water like it had an answer somewhere inside.

"Okay... I'll bite, what am I thinking?"

"You're thinking about your family. About the fact that you're dead now, and maybe you're wondering how long you'll be in here. That's... That's all I could think about when my mind finally cleared and I was here." Jack sighed, not bothering to look at me and choosing instead to glance out the window. I sat down across from him, intrigued about what he meant.

"What do you mean? Your 'mind cleared'?" I asked, scooting forward on the seat as he finally did look up at me. His eyes looked aged, more aged than the rest of his face looked.

"Well... Evie was part of that stuff, the mold. I found her and her caretaker when a bad storm struck and that's when it started. All that mattered to us was Evie's safety, her happiness, and keeping her family together. It’s like I was in this violent haze for years. Zoe wasn't as far gone as we were. The mold gets ahold of you and it changes you. Physically, mentally..." Jack cringed, breaking our eye contact to look at his floor as he rubbed his thumb against his glass of water before muttering, "I can't even make up for all the people I hurt when Evie was in control."

"Wait, what? That little girl is the reason you're stuck here? Not Mother Miranda?"

"I'm afraid I don't even know who that is. If she's the reason you're here then she's still got something to do with the mold that put me and my family here. But I wouldn't know how or why." Jack said apologetically. Silence took up the room, neither of us saying anything for a little while.

"You're not mad at Evie?" I suddenly asked, breaking the silence and watching as Jack shook his head.

"I was at first. For a long time I was angry at her for what she'd put us through and my family dying because of her. But the more she told me, the less I blamed her. She was an experiment and they made her to just want a family. So I don't blame her, I'm not mad at her. I'm mad at the reckless fools who made her."

Evie skipped into the room humming, stopping next to the couch I was on as she smiled at me. She grabbed my wrist, pulling me to my feet and dragging me out after her. Jack stayed in his seat, giving a weak smile to both Evie and myself as we left.

“That weird lady said it’s time for you to go. I think she wants you back, which is weird because you’re dead.” Evie shrugged as she pulled me to the door. She pulled it open once more to reveal the backyard, this time around it wasn’t changing into the Megamycete. Evie rocked on her heels, looking up at me.

“Am I supposed to go out…?” I asked softly, looking down at her as Evie nodded with a look that said she thought it was obvious.

Hesitantly stepping outside onto the wooden porch, nothing happened. I could still hear the crickets chirping. The rain I had seen earlier stopped and it smelled wet and earthy while the clouds remained dark snd heavy overhead.

“You’re kinda slow.” Evie suddenly pushed on my lower back, pushing me further out of the doorway so she could slam the door shut.

Before I could turn to the door, the ground beneath me suddenly had a hold of my ankles. I no longer stood on a wooden porch but on a mass of the Megamycete that started to snake up my legs, its impossibly strong grip pulling me down into the ground.

Panic began to set in at the constricting strength of the Megamycete as it pulled me further down and started to consume me.

“Open the door! Evie open the door!” I begged, trying to rip my body free from the mold and reaching for the shut back door. Ropes of the mold shot up from the mass I was in, latching onto my arms and pulling my upper half further and further down.

My chest tightened as the mold tightened its grip on my torso, the panic setting in even further despite the fact that I knew I couldn’t die. Before long, I was watching the dark clouds disappear as the Megamycete covered my face, pulling me into the darkness.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #lady dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #mother miranda #re8 #reader insert #resident evil 8 #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #smut #x reader

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 13 - Dangerous Games

Warnings: swearing, violence

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: you make your way further into the reservoir with Ethan, coming across a strange group of armored men before becoming separated, landing yourself in a situation that you can’t escape from

I was still lost in the memories of my childhood, both the traumatizing ones and the ones that I was fond of in search of any kind of distraction. The reservoir remained still unless something fell into it from the crumbling buildings sticking up out of the water.

My thoughts were interrupted as a hand grabbed my shoulder, startling me as I scrambled off the crate and swung my fist in its direction.

"Hey! Quit it with the punching!" Ethan scolded, sounding more like he was whining.

"Don't scare me like that and maybe I'll stop." I muttered, dusting myself off as I stood. Ethan made his way to the boat, climbing right in and starting the motor. I stayed frozen by the dock.

"Um... aren't you gonna get in? Or do you have like a better a plan or..." Ethan questioned me as he sat down by the motor where he could steer.

"Ethan I told you I don't like it here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be- it's just difficult for me- I can't just-" My sentence was all jumbled, some kind of amalgamation of many other sentences.

"Is it the water? Deep water? Sea monsters? There's none of that here, you know. It's a flooded reservoir. Not the deep ocean. It's probably not even that deep." He tried to reason, trying to coax me onto the boat. I remained still where I was. He sighed, leaning his head back to look up at the sky before saying, "Please, I have to get Rose. I just don't have time for this. You've been doing amazing. Even after Lady Dimitrescu and Beneviento, you just keep going. You can do this too.”

I relaxed a little at his encouragement. He was right. I've faced all kinds of things before now, I can do this too. I wasn't going to let some near-drowning experience stop me from helping Ethan rescue his daughter. With a deep breath, I quickly crossed the dock before carefully and slowly lowering myself into the boat.

As the boat began moving and all of my anxiety returned, I held tightly to the bench I was sitting on. I kept my eyes up, away from the water. It helped a little bit. At least it helped until the only path for Ethan to navigate through was a little tunnel covered in the sludge. All I could see was the sludge covered roof of the tunnel and the light reflecting off the water. I almost instantly felt better as soon we had exited the tunnel.

"You're right. This isn't really-" I cut myself off as the back and tail of some fish, some kind of monster surfaced before diving back into the water. The scream was caught in my throat, unable to find its way out.

"What was that?" Ethan wondered mostly to himself, keeping his cool as he usually did.

"I-I don't care what it was! We need to get out of this stupid boat! Now. Now, now please!" I started to panic, digging my nails into the wood of the boat. I could feel myself trembling and I wasn't sure if I could last much longer. We were in a boat in obviously deep water. If I freak out much more, we die.

Ethan continued onward, driving into the cave entrance that had been across from the tunnel. As Ethan slowed the boat and pulled up to the dock, I eagerly climbed up out of the boat. Thankful for something solid to stand on, I held onto the wood for a while longer before shakily standing. After Ethan had climbed up onto the dock after me, I followed him further into the cave.

"Ethan, what do you know about what Miranda wants with Rose?" I asked, making Ethan pause before he passed through the curtain of a doorway in front of him. I regretted asking almost instantly.

"Look I don't know for sure. I have a hunch as to why they're connected but we just shouldn't dwell on it. Unless you... know more?" Ethan pressed as he continued through the doorway. I stayed where I was, watching where he had gone. Moreau had made an attempt to tell him, just as a distraction but... what would he think of me if I told him? Especially since he's already questioned my loyalty.

The sounds of struggle from inside the plastic tent had me running inside after him, coming in just as some man in what looked to be tactical gear had overpowered Ethan.

"Stay the fuck down!"

"Get off of him!" I shouted as I ran and gave the man a good shove, catching him off-guard. He fell off of Ethan, pistol aimed at me as I was reaching for mine.

"Ethan, I'm surprised you made it this far. It'd be a shame if something happened to you now. Your friend looks like they’ve already dealt with enough." I followed Ethan's gaze to a man wearing all black, leaning against the wall.

"Sure, Chris, why not? You already killed Mia, now do me and finish the job! Hell, take out both of us!” Ethan snapped, springing to his feet to face the man, who I now knew as Chris.

“Hey please don’t give him the idea.” I nudged Ethan with my elbow, not really willing to die because of Ethan’s stupid comments.

Ethan and Chris were toe to toe, but before either could say anything another man in the same tactical gear approached Chris and alerted him, "Hey, Cap, I'm getting some serious motion readings out here. We should move on."

"What kind of readings? What's moving?" Chris questioned him, taking all his attention from Ethan and myself to face the other man. My stomach sank as I remembered that fish thing we had seen.

"Unknown, but my guess is we've been here too long, and Miranda knows it."

"Hey, hey! Did you say Miranda? How are you involved?" Ethan insisted, trying to shove past another one of those men in tactical gear to get to Chris.

"Leave it alone, Ethan. You are out of your depth," Chris warned before turning back to the first man, "What about the sample analysis?"

"It's definitely related to the mold." Both men grew silent as the water outside began to move. Growls or groans of some kind came from the water, sounding almost like a frog croaking. I could see the spine of the creature from before surfacing as it rapidly approached us.

"You stay out of our business, Ethan."

"What business? I don't-"

I missed the last bit that Chris had shouted as he shoved Ethan back away from where the monster wrecked through the building, but had tried to pull me back out of the way with him.

Tumbling. I was tumbling through the dark waters again. Panic filled me as I began kicking my legs, fighting for the surface between all the bits and pieces of wood and whatever else was in the water. My hands clawed at the roof of a house, the only part of it left above water.

Pulling myself up out of the water, I let out a scream as something slimy and tendril-like wrapped itself around both of my ankles before yanking me back into the water. The creature continued dragging me through the depths, zipping around houses and debris.

I gasped for air and coughed up the likely rancid water as I was dragged up onto shore by the creature. My hands shot for the gun Ethan had given me, pulling it out and aiming at the creature they belonged to.

"Quit it, would you? I'm trying to save your life, you know!" I froze at the voice, looking to its owner. Markus. The man that Moreau had taken after getting last pick of the survivors.

"Markus! You're-"

"Yes, I'm alive, I get it. Now come on!" He ushered me to my feet, grabbing my wrist and dragging me up the path with him. He looked... almost the same. His skin appeared almost clear, I could see the veins, the muscle, and the bone faintly in some spots. But he still looked like himself.

Splashing and rushing water was heard below, and a quick scan of the reservoir revealed Ethan hopping from rooftop to rooftop, using floating wood and whatever else to keep progressing as the fish monster kept surfacing. It was trying to stop him, slow him down, kill him, anything it could do.

"Markus, we need to help him."

"Are you crazy?! No! We need you to not die!" Markus protested, dragging me behind him. I could barely stand upright in the mud, but Markus kept dragging me with him.

Eventually, far up the side of the hill, we made it to a little house. It was empty inside, destroyed and smelling of rotting wood. The wooden table in the middle of the room made me nervous.

"Markus, I need to go back for Ethan. That... that monster in the waters gonna kill him!" I argued, ripping my wrist out of his grasp. Markus huffed, rolling his head back before letting out a frustrated groan.

"You seriously can't be worried him, can you?! Not when there's almost a 100% chance you'll just die!" Markus shot back, turning to face me.

"No I am serious! It's not fair for me to leave him when he's saved my ass more than I'll be able to repay!" Markus buried his face in his hands, laughing before he threw his hands up.

"So we're both gonna die! Great! Wonderful! I only risked my life to save yours, you know!"

"What's that supposed to mean? The only person I'm risking by going after him is me!"

"No! No you're not! You don’t get it! Because I've been stuck here, listening to every word that freak has to say! And you know what, I’m not meant to live! I don’t make it! They kill me!” Markus shouted at me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me further into the house.

“Let go of me!” I demanded, smacking at his hand until he let go of me. As he did, he threw open a tall wardrobe to reveal a cabinet full of those Cadou things.

“I have one of these damn things in me! And Moreau has made it clear that I’m not part of Miranda’s plan, so I get to die at the end of this! But if you go after that stupid tourist and they catch you, guess what? They’re putting one of them in you, whether or not you’re alive or dead when they catch you!” Markus finally started to calm down, dropping his hands at his sides.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, watching the Cadou wiggle in their jars. Markus suddenly perked up, looking around frantically.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit!” Snatching me up by my shirt collar, Markus slid the bottom shelf of Cadou out onto the floor before shoving me into the cabinet. He then quickly slammed the cabinet doors shut and put his full weight on them.

“Let me out of here, damn it!” I shouted, pounding my fists against the doors. They wouldn’t budge. Markus kicked against the door, only fueling me to want to pound on the door harder.

Before I did, I heard the breathing. It was Moreau’s struggled breathing. His distorted voice due to his deformities and whatever else Miranda had done to him.

“You brought them?”

“Yes. But they… got the better of me. They went out the back, I don’t know where they’ve gone.” Markus said on the other side of the cabinet.

“No… no, no, no! Mother can’t love me if I fail! The others will call me stupid! Stupid, stupid! You can’t help me!” Moreau cried out, followed by Markus’ cut off scream and a loud crash.

I bit my lip, clamping my hand down over my mouth as the crashes stopped. Moreau continued muttering about “the others” and “making Mother proud.” I could hear where he was walking, further and further away.

Taking a deep breath, I kicked the cabinet door open and scrambled out of the cabinet. Barely stumbling to my feet, I almost made it to the front door before something wrapped around my ankle, stopping me in my tracks and tripping me right onto my stomach.

“Mother will be proud! I won’t let her down!” Moreau shouted with conviction as I was dragged backwards into the house.

Flailing did nothing for me as my nails dug into the dirt, my hands slipping off the doorframe and filling with splinters as I was lifted off the ground.

“Mother will be proud… the others can’t make fun of me anymore!” Moreau said purely to himself, slimy flailing tendrils sticking out from his back. I still flailed, now swinging at Moreau as much as I could.

“Get your disgusting hands off of me!” I shouted, still swinging as Moreau grunted in distaste.

“You fight too much, Mother said you were mean.” Moreau said before I was flying towards the wall, head hitting the window sill as the world faded out in darkness and a high pitched ringing.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #lady dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #mother miranda #re8 #reader insert #resident evil 8 #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 12 - Demon Reservoir

Warnings: none

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: moving on from the Beneviento residence, you find yourself unable to move on from the lives that have been lost as you and Ethan venture forth towards a reservoir that holds a bad memory for you

I sat idly by, staring at the two vials of Rose that Ethan had placed upon the pedestal where they fit. Ethan bartered with The Duke in the background as I fiddled with my knife. I couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that persisted in my stomach.

I felt guilty about Joanna. I felt guilty that Ethan had to be hunting down pieces of Rose like this. And somehow I felt guilty about Donna and Angie. I still felt guilty about Alcina and her daughters.

"Hey, I got some stuff for you. Probably keep you better protected this time around." Ethan suddenly spoke at my side, holding out a gun on a holster for my waist with some ammo. I gingerly took the items from him, fixing the holster to my waist and making sure the gun was loaded.

The Duke bid us both a farewell and we continued onward through the gate that matched the keys Ethan had combined. We hadn’t even made it very far past the gate before the beast ran at us.

Wolf-like and massive, it charged us and went for Ethan. The both of us screamed as it attacked him, Ethan screaming at me to run as I scrambled and slid in the mud. I made it to the doorway of the building nearby before I was sent sprawling to the ground inside with Ethan on top of me.

I groaned and laid there, Ethan quickly scrambling away from me. The beast held onto the doorway and leaned in, letting a deep roar out before it scrambled away.

Ethan yanked me to my feet, letting go of me much too quickly before he scrambled up the ladder nearby. Shaking my head, I held onto the table behind me as I looked around.

I shrieked and stumbled back, landing on the hard ground and trying to scramble away from the body. Luiza’s husband…

My breathing started to pick up and before I could process much else, the beast outside let out a weak roar before a very loud thud followed.

Ethan came down from the ladder nearby, coming to me to help me to my feet before he left the building. My eyes were stuck to the body sat on the ground. It took a long time for me to get moving again.

I left and found Ethan, sticking close and keeping my gun out. Ethan tried to make conversation, make jokes. Despite his effort it was difficult to even listen after looking at the body of someone I saw almost every day. To have people that I knew disappear and die was very different from knowing they were dead stumbling across their bodies.

We stayed silent until reaching a wall of... something. It was green and slimy, yet was hard as a rock at the center as I jabbed it with a long stick.

"This is going to be extreme but uh... you should probably stand back. Maybe hide behind a wall or something." Ethan warned, answering my perplexed look by pulling out a grenade launcher.

"Ethan where did you even-"

"I found it, just kinda lying around honestly." He interrupted me, ushering me with him as he walked a safe distance away from the barrier of the green sludge. I put myself fully behind a wall, barely peeking out so I could watch as the blew up.

We continued up the path, finding a locked gate and more of the green sludge covering part of the wall. On a whim, with little warning this time might I add, Ethan blew the green sludge to bits. I punched his arm as the bits of it settled.

"Ow! Hey! What was that for?!"

"Warn me next time you go blowing up something right next to us! As invincible as you seem to be, I promise you that I'm not." I huffed out, dusting off the little bit of it that had gotten on my jacket.

Ethan rolled his eyes and mocked me under his breath, much like a child would, before going to the locked gate and trying to find a way to unlock it. Scanning the surroundings, I found part of a ladder at the top of the wall where Ethan had blown up the sludge.

"Hey, Ethan, come give me a boost. I can unlock it from the other side." I said as I went and stood by the piece of ladder. Ethan came over to me, boosting me up to the piece of ladder and watching as I hopped up and over the stone wall. The pigs on this side of the wall ran from me as I ran to the gate, unlocking it and opening it for Ethan to come in.

After a quick combover of the yard in front of the windmill in front of us, we both went in. Much to my dismay, I already hated it here. Ethan remained deathly quiet, gun ready as we descended down and down into the windmill, finding ourselves in a mineshaft of some sort.

I almost gagged at the initial smell, the wet cave reeking something awful. But of course, stone cold Ethan remained unaffected. I swear it's like he's not even human sometimes.

The sound of static was heard up ahead, and with all these locked gates and so few options, I followed Ethan up the steps and towards the sound. I stayed to the side, watching Ethan as he made his way to a hole in the wall. He stared for a moment before reaching through the hole, snatching another vial of Rose out of the room on the other side.

Ethan casually raised the vial and simply stated, "I'll just be taking this," before turning to leave. And then I heard his voice.

"Wait! Wait! What are you doing with Mothers special child!" Salvatore Moreau. His voice put me on edge, the image of his hunchback form and face covered in blisters and boils filled my mind.

"She's not hers." Ethan firmly stated, hesitating before turning to leave. Yet he stopped, again, at Moreau speaking. "What do you mean 'Mother's special child'?"

"Ethan, we need to leave, now." I hissed at him, trying to grab his free hand only for him to yank it away from me.

"Mother just wants her baby back."

"Don't screw with me."

"Wait, wait, wait! Please! If you take it... then... then the others will laugh at me." Moreau started to plead, trying to bargain the vial back anyway he could. I felt childish as I tugged at Ethans jacket sleeve, trying to pull him with me. Only to have him shrug me off again.

The conversation continued until Moreau paused mid sentence, beginning to laugh before he talked to Ethan again, "You're stupid! You talk too much!"

A hissing sound came from behind me, forcing me to jump back in surprise and let go of Ethan. The green sludge began forming along the walls, the floors, the ceiling. Everywhere.

"Ethan! Lets go already!" I shouted as more of it formed.

"This is my territory, and I won't let you leave!" Moreau said with a laugh, Ethan finally got the memo and started following me out. Our original path blocked, the twists and turns of the caves we were in became confusing very quickly.

Until I spotted the light. Grabbing Ethan, I dragged him with me as we ran out into the open air. Greedily, I took a deep breath of the fresh air, continuing up the path until my eyes landed on the reservoir. Flooded.

Ethan came up behind me, glancing over every little thing before continuing down the path. Hesitantly, I followed him down to the boathouse at the end of the path.

"Hey, Ethan? I know nows a bad time and all but... I can't be here. It-it freaks me out." I cleared my throat awkwardly, watching as he read a note he'd found in the boathouse.

"What do you mean? It freaks me out too but I'm fine."

"That's not what I mean, obviously this place should freak anyone out. I just..." I trailed off, looking away from him and to the water. He followed my gaze out, then looked back at me. Shaking his head, he just walked up to me.

"I have to go back in and get the key for the boat. You stay here."

"What?! I don't wanna be out here alone!" I shouted, starting after Ethan only for him to stop me.

"Just stay out here. I get that you don't want to, but I'm faster alone. Stay out here, keep watch. Make sure nothing follows me in, if it makes you feel better. Or stay inside the house down in there instead. Just whatever will make you stay put." Ethan lectured, almost like he were an exasperated parent. He keeps treating me like a child.

"Fine! I'll stay out here by the stupid water." I grumbled, walking away from him and back to the house. I plopped myself down on top of a crate on the ground, inside the house but still facing the water. The cold feeling of anxiety washing over me. I remember what happened here. And I remember it vividly.

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I laughed and giggled as Mom chased me down the path. Close to the reservoir shore. The water was much lower, not flooded like it is now.

"Be careful Darling! Don't go too far ahead!" She called after me as she stopped running. One of her most important rules was not to play near deep water, and stay within her sight.

I always was bad at listening, I suppose, because I kept running. First mistake. Around the bend and out of sight as she shouted for me to come back. I giggled, thinking about how funny it'd be if I scared her. Oh to watch the look on her face once I jumped out of the bush!

Giggling, I planted myself behind a bush. My back was to the water, my shoes barely holding in the mud of the bank. Second mistake.

"Darling! Come back!" Mom’s voice neared along with her rushed footsteps. And as soon as she came close, I jumped out from behind the bush. But instead of jumping out onto the path, I jumped just to the side of the bush, still on the muddy bank where the ground was uncertain. Third and likely my most fatal mistake.

Mom screamed my name as the bank crumbled beneath my feet, sending me tumbling backwards into the reservoir.

I knew how to swim, of course. Growing up with the reservoir so close, I was taught how at an early age. But I panicked, I froze. The cold shock of the water at this time of year made my mind blank as I tumbled into the dark water. I stared into the dark abyss below as it seemingly stared back. Just as I was regaining my ability to think and process the situation, the eyes opened. Hundreds of them. Glowing and staring back at me from the depths.

I let out a scream, muffled by the water that invaded me as I opened my mouth and airways to its cold, prying hands. The eyes were approaching, getting closer and closer and so close until-

I was thrown on my back, landing on the path. I coughed and choked on the remaining water in my lungs as Mom climbed out of the water after me. As soon as I could breathe, I burst into tears. Sobbing, shouting about the monster. The monster with many eyes, glowing yellow eyes. Hundreds of eyes that watched me until it thought it could gobble me up.

No one believed me, of course. I didn't even believe myself for a long time. I was a child, traumatized by a fall into the deep waters of the reservoir. Of course my memory would be unreliable. The doctor told Mom and Dad that it was shock, I had maybe seen a glint of something shiny or the eye of a fish reflecting light, and my seven-year-old imagination spun it out of control.

Mom and Dad trusted the doctors words. And they instilled in me that the doctor was right. I was wrong. There was no monster in the reservoir.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #lady dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #mother miranda #re8 #reader insert #resident evil 8 #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 11 - Puppet on a String

Warnings: cursing, violence, blood

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: as she loses control over both you and Ethan, Donna makes her final attempt to ensure that Ethan never leaves the Beneviento estate and that you stay trapped where Mother Miranda wants you

I shot up, sputtering and coughing up the liquid in my lungs, trying to rub my eyes free of the water. Stumbling to stand up, I used the brick wall behind me to get up as I continued to cough up the foul-tasting water.

Taking deep breaths, I finally looked around to register where I was. I was in a well, the nasty colored water only up to my knees and full of pieces of dolls. Starting to shake, I almost fell onto the ladder across from me.

"Hello!?" I called up the ladder, listening to my voice echo back. Nothing. Still shaking, I slowly climbed the ladder and barely managed to not slip every few rungs.

Pulling myself out of the well, I could barely see the room around me as I dragged my hand along the wall to find a way out. The wall opened to a hallway with stairs leading up. It was still so dim that I could barely make it up each step.

The door in front of me opened up, leading me into yet another hallway. This one ended much sooner, leading me back into the doll-filled room where Donna had me strapped to the table.

The lights were off, replaced by a dim red light that barely illuminated the room. It was quiet except for the slow, faint dripping of a faucet somewhere. Or maybe that was the water dripping from my soaked clothes.

Slowly making my way out into the hall, I found myself stumbling even more. It was even darker in the hallways. I couldn't be sure of where I was going, but I knew the walls would lead me back to the elevator.

"Oh Darling," The distorted voice called, sickly sweet in tone, "Don't you love me anymore?"

Slowly turning around, I was faced with Joanna in the red-lit room behind me. Mangled more than before, the black mass of what Mother Miranda called the Megamycete changing her even further.

Her face was hardly a face anymore, divots where her eyes should be and a large gaping mouth with pointed teeth were dripping with what looked like blood. The legs that once dangled from her torso were gone, leaving behind muscle and tendons swinging freely from her hips.

My heart caught in my throat as the monster took a step forward, waiting for me to make a move. I whimpered and bit my lip, taking a hesitant step back. The silence persisted.

And then I ran. Turning around, I sprinted full speed into the darkness as the monster behind me shrieked. I could barely use the walls to guide me, slamming into the walls as the hall turned in different directions.

The stampede of the monsters feet behind me matched the quick beating of my heart as I made it to the elevator, slamming my hands on the buttons and panicking as the door started to open very slowly. Only then did I realize the footsteps stopped. It was quiet, no monster had made it to me.

Then I heard it. Running footsteps echoed from further down the hall, getting closer and closer. The closer they got, the more I panicked I became as I practically jumped into the elevator and started spamming the button to shut the door.

My heart nearly stopped when I noticed the blond hair, the jacket. That was just before Ethan ran into the elevator, looking as shocked to see me as I was him. The doors to the elevators shut, only for a giant, deformed fetus of some kind to stop in front of the elevator gate. It wailed and shook the gate, continuing to cry as the elevator started to go up. Ethan shook me, getting me to stop screaming as the new monster was out of sight. I didn't realize I was screaming.

"What were you doing here! You were supposed to stay in that house, I told the Duke to tell you that too. You weren't supposed to be here!" Ethan almost shouted at me. My jaw clenched in anger, angry tears filling my eyes and blurring my vision.

"I can't just sit around, Ethan! That house wasn't any safer than this one! I was worried you were dead! Or trapped!" I shouted back, clenching my fists at my sides.

"Well I'm not your concern! I've survived a hell of a lot worse, trust me! You need to worry about you, and staying alive for-"

"For who, Ethan?! Everyone I knew is dead for all I know! I have no one! Nothing! My entire life was here in this village! And now it's all gone! So tell me, who am I staying alive for?" My voice broke as the elevator reached the house again, dinging as the doors opened. We stayed silent, neither of us continuing the argument.

Silently leaving the elevator, I followed him and wiped my eyes. I hated crying. I hated crying when I was angry. Crying in front of people because I was angry was even worse. The sooner we got out of here, the better.

The atmosphere of the house suddenly changed. As we exited the hallway, into what I assumed the front room, I noticed the dolls scattered about. Angie sat on the floor, alone. Donna no where in sight.

I did my best to swallow my fear as I suddenly felt uneasy, opening my mouth to speak but stopping myself as Donna appeared behind Angie. The room started to feel off.

"Don't leave. I can't let you." She spoke softly, raising her hand and in turn raising Angie from the floor. A swarm of dolls suddenly surrounded Ethan, attacking him with all sorts of sharp objects.

Grabbing one of the dolls, I readied myself to launch it across the room until I felt a stinging pain in the back of my hands. Then my elbows, my shoulders, the top of my head and feet.

Without much warning, I was yanked away from where Ethan was crowded by the dolls. A pair of tiny hands grabbed at me, Angie's giggle suddenly in my ear.

"Lets see if you like being played with like a toy." The doll taunted, firmly on my back no matter how hard I tugged on her.

And then my limbs were not my own. I couldn't move, I felt paralyzed. Limply moving about, but not of my own will.

"Get off of me! What are you doing?!" I shouted, trying and failing to move even a little. The only thing I could do was maneuver my head just enough to look at Angie.

Hiding me behind a wall next to a door, Angie couldn't help but laugh to herself as footsteps approached on the other side of the door.

"Ethan, no!" I screamed, desperately trying to keep him away. The door swung open, Ethan making his way into the room as I lunged at him. Knocking both of us over, Angie used the opportunity to roll me on top of him. Hands wrapping around his throat, they started to tighten as Angie cackled behind me.

I could see Donna in the corner of my eye standing beside me, slowly lifting her veil to reveal the disfigurement over one of her eyes. She stared down at us, no emotion present on her face. Her hands clasped together in front of her, she watched and waited for Ethan to die.

Ethan's hands stopped clawing at me and began reaching up, grabbing hold of the bottom of a hat rack. Even after he had a firm hold of it, he hesitated.

"Damn it Ethan just do it!" I shouted at him, the world suddenly a blur as the hat rack made contact with my head.

"Agh!! You filthy cheater!" Angie screamed, letting go of me and disappearing. Ethan sat up in a coughing fit, trying to make his way to me before I swatted at him.

"Just go kill the damn thing!" I weakly demanded, holding my head where the hat rack had landed against my skull. Without missing a beat, Ethan stood and fled the room.

A cold pair of hands were placed on my shoulders, effortlessly helping me to stand despite me giving no help in the process. Donna stood me in front of her and inspected me for a moment, slowly turning me around and placing her hand firmly in the middle of my back. Her other hand was placed at the base of my neck, fingers wrapping around the back of my neck albeit gently.

"He can't leave. You can't run. I can't let either of you go. You won't leave." Donna spoke softly behind me, guiding me to follow Ethan. My head started to hurt more and I could feel the tiny dribble of blood going down the back of my head.

Making it into the foyer, Donna's grip on my neck suddenly tightened and she balled her fist in my shirt. Ethan was crouched over Angie holding her down with one hand, a pair of scissors in his other hand above her.

"No... no. No, no, no!" Donna let go of me and shouldered her way past me, not making it to Ethan before he had plunged the scissors into Angie. Both Angie and Donna screamed out in pain, their voices mixing and echoing into nothing as my vision flashed white.

Blinking rapidly, my vision slowly returned. I was on my knees behind Ethan, who was now crouched over both Angie and Donna. The scissors he had used against Angie were planted in Donna's head instead. My head still hurt and the blood still trickled down.

Ethan wordlessly picked up the Angie, freezing once he turned around and realized I was there. His eyes darted to the doll in his hands and to the look on my face before he started to defend himself with, "Look, I know it's creepy but I'm just gonna sell it to the Duke. Ammo's not cheap or easy to find."

I cleared my throat uncomfortably, muttering an agreement before slowly moving to sit instead of kneel. Ethan looked at me questioningly before noticing the blood, eyes widening as he pulled the little green bottle out of his pocket and rushed to me.

"Shit I'm sorry. I didn't want to hit you that hard..." He apologized, pouring the cold liquid over my head and trying to help wipe the blood off my face.

"It's fine. You did what you needed to do. I would've done the same, no offense." I said with a smile, nudging Ethan with my arm in an attempt to lighten the mood. He gave a little bit of a smile, but I could tell he still had his mind everywhere else.

Ethan stood and helped me up, grabbing a yellow vial behind us that was near the front door. He explained, that one way or another, that was a part of Rose. Mother Miranda had separated Rose and given a piece to each Lord. It made me sick to my stomach. Even more so that I used to pray to Mother Miranda.

As we left the house, I thought back to Joanna. Her disfigured body still somewhere in the house. She’d never truly be dead. Stuck as some monster. I could only really hope that she wasn’t there mentally. Even more I hoped that mom and dad hadn’t met a similar fate.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #reader insert #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 10 - Wasted Potential

Warnings: cursing

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: having had enough of her “childrens” meddling, Mother Miranda takes it into her own hands to try and convince you to be on her side

Donna had left me alone for what felt like forever after I was strapped to the table. I was left to my thoughts of escaping, hardly anything within reach. The strap on my left hand was quite loose, and if I could just snap it off the table...

The lights flickered above me, turning off for a moment before turning back on. Ethan! He was here!

"Ethan! Oh thank goodness! You have to help me, get me off of this thing!" I shouted to him, struggling against the leather restraints. He didn't even really look at me. His eyes roamed my face, a disgusted look on his features.

"Ethan...?" I asked softly, watching as he walked up to me. He didn't respond or even register me as a person.

I started to thrash as he walked away from me, examining the rest of the room. I was right here, why couldn't he see me!? Unless he can't see that it's me.

I started putting more effort into left wrist, pulling and twisting at the restraint as hard as I could. Despite how raw my wrist started to feel, the restraint was definitely coming loose. But not before Ethan came back to me, inspecting me once more.

Moving to my left side, Ethan inspected my hand before grabbing my left ring finger, twisting like he was pulling a ring off. Sharp pain start to go through my hand as he twisted and pulled harder.

"Ethan stop, you're hurting me!" I cried, starting to thrash against his hold. Before long, a sickening pop was heard. Letting out a scream, Ethan didn't even acknowledge me as he walked away with whatever he thought he had.

Tears blinded me as I looked down to my hand, my stomach sinking as I realized he dislocated my finger. Thrashing even harder against the restraint, I panicked as Ethan started to come back, now inspected my right arm.

"No! No! Let go of me!" I screamed, my left arm suddenly flying free as the restraint finally broke.

Ethan's head shot up to look at my flailing arm in confusion, seemingly unable to see me flailing as my left hand poorly undid the restraint on my right hand.

Ethan grabbed at my arms, trying to stop my flailing before I threw my head as far forward as possible. The top of my forehead connected with his jaw, sending him off his balance as he landed on the ground.

Panicked sobs left me as I undid the remaining restraints, struggling with the one limp finger of mine that sent pain flying through me with every tiny movement.

"Son of a bitch!" I heard Ethan shout as I rolled off the table, hiding behind it before scooting myself under it.

He got up from the floor, searching for me. Did he know it was me? What was he seeing? Did he think I was a monster?

My thoughts halted as Ethan seemingly gave up, leaving the room. A shaky breath left me as I desperately wiped the tears off my face Was he out to kill me now? Did he know that it was me?

The doubles doors against the wall opened with a click, popping open ever so slightly. A warm light came in from the other side, followed by the smells of warm tea and a fireplace.

Crawling out from under the table, I slowly made my way to the doors, stepping through and looking at the sudden change in scenery around me.

I was in a small house, filled with plants and a warm feeling. The door shut behind me, no longer a double door but just a single front door.

A woman sat on a bed by the window with a child in her lap. It was Mother Miranda. She looked up as I came in, her focus quickly left me and went back to the child in her lap as the child started to have a coughing fit.

"My little Eva..." Miranda sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes before shifting her attention back to me.

"Your daughter?" I asked, hesitantly walking to sit in the chair near the bed. Miranda nodded, rubbing Eva's back soothingly as the child came down from her coughing fit. Her breathing was raspy, shallow.

"The whole reason I used the Megamycete in the first place was to get her back. I don't often like reliving these moments. But I need to show you why Rose is important."

“Megamycete…?” I questioned, watching as Miranda placed a kiss on the girls head.

“A mold. If I am to put it simply… it absorbs all life that comes into contact with it. Their memories… it’s been very powerful so far. You’ve seen the Lords, what it does.”

Miranda adjusted Eva in her lap, running her fingers through the young girls hair. She hummed softly, rocking herself back and forth to soothe Eva into going to sleep.

"Why do you need Rose? Why did you take her from Ethan?" I questioned, scooting forward as Miranda reached her hand out to me. There was a part of me that felt afraid. Like it was dangerous. The feeling quickly disappeared, replaced by waves of calm.

"Because Rose is the only way for me to get my baby back. My Eva. Rose is a child of the Megamycete. Ethan and Mia don't want to accept that, but it's true. They shouldn't have expected their troubles to end by simply moving." Miranda explained, holding onto my hand tightly, pulling me to sit on the bed next to her.

"And... and me...? Two of your Lords already have tried getting me to eat some... Cadou thing. Why do I need that?" I hesitated, watching as Miranda shifted the sickly child to sit in my lap.

"I can't tell you yet. But as soon as you accept it, and you've changed, then it'll all be clear." Miranda stated, making me wrap my arms around Eva. Pressing her forehead to mine.

She muttered a few more words, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Eva started coughing again in my lap, a sudden sense of urgency filling me as she coughed harder and harder.

"H-Hold on, it's ok." I tried to soothe her, panicking more as she started to choke. Eva started to convulse in my lap, throwing herself out of my grip.

My heart felt as though it stopped once Eva stopped choking. She made no noise. Her chest stilled. Slowly, she started to turn purple.

"No... no no no! Help her! Please help her!" Mother Miranda's voice suddenly rang out from behind me. A vision of the woman ran past me, throwing herself on the bed and pulling the child into her lap. Her gaze shot up to me, eyes teary and red, "Doctor, please! Help her!"

I opened my mouth to speak, but it wasn't my voice that came out. It was that of a woman, somberly telling her, "I'm sorry, Miranda. I've done all that I can."

Darkness. I fell into the darkness. The light up ahead showed a woman in a lab coat. She stood in what looked to be a musty basement that was cluttered with lab equipment. It was Mother Miranda. Something was different. Even from just this... dream or vision, I could tell that she was much more... alive. She was more human.

In a jar on the table next to her sat the Cadou. On a table behind her lay a black, writhing mass that was vaguely human-shaped. Snapping gloves on, Miranda reached into the jar and pulled the squirming Cadou from whatever liquid it floated in.

It squirmed even more in her grasp, almost like it was an animal trying to escape. Walking to the table, Mother Miranda looked up and stared directly at me, nodding me over to her.

Hesitantly, I walked to stand on the other side of the table where the black-mass was still writhing.

"In the early days after I discovered the Megamycete, all I did was experiment with it. It showed me what it could do, what it possessed. I had and still have every intention to use its power to get my Eva back." Miranda explained, placing the Cadou in the black mass on the table between us. Almost like it was an instinct, the Cadou burrowed itself further in the opening Miranda had placed it in, tendril-like roots expanding from it to anchor itself inside before it snapped the opening of the black mass shut.

"Is that what this is?" I asked, prodding the black mass hesitantly. Nothing happened, but it felt gross. Slimy and warm. It seemed to crawl over my finger and tried to continue up my hand until I pulled it away.

“Yes and no. This is the corpse of a grocer. But I let the Megamycete begin to absorb it. I don’t remember what result I was expecting but…” Before Miranda finished, the black mass let out a hiss and a cloud of smoke. Shriveling up and turning to stone, the black mass crumbled away. Miranda sighed, dusting away what remained as she said, “But I learned that the Cadou needs a host with ample life, a host that hasn’t been absorbed by the Megamycete.”

“Why would you try to put that in me?” I asked, suddenly sick to my stomach. Looking up, I found Mother Miranda mere inches from my face.

“Because I need you. You don’t understand why, you never will. You’ve never lost a child as I have, you’ll never know my hurt. So I need you to ensure that I see my Eva.”

“No!” I shouted, firmly placing my hands on Miranda’s shoulders with every intention to shove her away. Black tendrils shot up from the table below us, latching onto my wrists and firmly holding me in place.

“Don’t you understand? It’s an honor! A gift! A blessing! The mere thought of being chosen by me for anything just a week ago would’ve thrilled you! Made you a hero to your family!” She grasped my shoulders in a crushing grip, the scenery around us melting into that of another.

A circular chamber of some sort with the black mass covering every inch. A waist high pillar was in the middle of this circular room but like everything else, it was covered in the black mass. The room echoes everything back, regardless of the volume it originally had.

“I don’t want to be part of this! You stole someone else’s child and who knows what you need to do to her to get your daughter back!” I shouted, doing my best to yank my wrists out of the grip of the tendrils.

“Oh but why not? You already had every intention of saving Alcina and her girls! Is that not enough to prove to yourself that you want to help me as badly as I need you to?” Miranda taunted me with my own thoughts of Alcina, my guilt suddenly present and bothersome in the pit of my stomach.

“Don’t talk about her like she was nothing! I wanted to help a woman save her children from death! What you’re doing is wrong!”

“Have you any clue what I have felt?! What I went through, just to get to this moment?!” Mother Miranda’s voice became louder without her even beginning to yell. My stomach flipped as waves of emotion washed over me. Anger, guilt, loss, grief. They came in waves that felt almost physical and would’ve brought me to my knees if not for the tendrils holding me up.

With the waves came a harsh wind, louder and louder that drowned out my own thoughts but never Miranda’s voice.

“I won’t let you do this to me! Or to Rose! I’ll kill you!” I kicked against the tendrils that still held my wrists, Mother Miranda throwing her head back and laughing as she stepped away from me.

“Oh but I’m not giving you the choice! You will help me see my daughter again someday, if something goes wrong I need you!” Mother Miranda’s wings unfurled behind her, all of them spread out like a display of power that was supposed to change my mind.

All at once, the world was quiet. The only thing I could hear was my heavy breathing. Mother Miranda still stood before me, not even slightly bothered.

“You have potential, child of mine. More than you know. To pass up an opportunity like this… well that would just be a waste.” With that, Mother Miranda raised her hand and made a shooing motion, sending me flying backwards into an abyss of darkness.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #reader insert #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 9 - Terrible Listener

Warnings: gore, body horror, blood

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used.

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Summary: waking up, confused and alone, you set out after Ethan towards Lady Beneviento only to find that you’ve gotten yourself more than you bargained for.

My eyes opened suddenly, taking in the room around me. I was still in the village. I pulled my arm up from underneath the blanket that covered me to reach up and drag my fingers across my throat. The scar went from ear to ear, fortunately not as prominent as it could be.

I don't remember grabbing a blanket... Ethan must've put it over me. Grabbing the back of the bench, I pulled myself to sit up with a groan, regretting it immediately. I felt nauseous, lightheaded, and for what felt like the hundredth time, I felt weak. I couldn't remember much past Alcina leaving me in the dungeon.

There were glimpses of Ethan, his voice, the cold of the snow. Not much else. But then, all at once, it came back. Alcina and her daughters, gone. I'd failed to help even one of them. Alcina died believing I betrayed her...

Throwing the blanket off of me, I stayed sat up and buried my face in my hands for what felt like forever until I felt well enough to stand. Using the walls to guide me, I walked to one of the windows and peeked outside, squinting against the sunlight which seemed harsh compared to the candlelight inside.

Searching the little house I was in only yielded the small knife that Ethan gave me, really nothing more to defend myself with. With a sigh, I ran my hand down my face, contemplating whether I really wanted to leave the house. What if Ethan came back and I was gone?

What if he doesn't come back? My blood ran cold for a moment at the thought. No, that won't happen. He'll come back, because I'm going to leave and find him. I'll help him find his daughter. Then we can all leave and this hellish nightmare would be over.

Tightening my grip on the handle of the knife, I took a deep breath and left the house. Ethan said I could leave once I felt well enough. Which I didn't, but the more I moved about the better I felt. So clearly, I was just fine to be leaving.

I followed the seemingly fresh footsteps up the path next to the house and through a gate, only to find the Duke once again.

"There you are, friend! I was worried about you. Mr. Winters said he found you in... a most unfortunate condition." The Duke greeted me warmly, growing a little quiet as he mentioned how Ethan had found me.

"Yeah... really shouldn't have messed with Alcina," I said almost to myself, looking at the other gates before me until my eyes landed on an open one, "Is that where Ethan went?" I asked as I pointed to it.

The Duke nodded before saying, "Yes, he went after Miss Beneviento next. A worthy opponent, but Ethan did mention that he'd like for you to wait for him should you wake up."

Before he had even finished his sentence I had already started towards the open gate, determined to be of at least some help. Maybe I could even get my mind off of what had happened with Alcina and her daughters.

"Wait! It's not safe with just that knife!" The Duke called after me, but I didn't listen. If I didn't go right now I might talk myself out of it, and the Duke was probably going to try talking me out of it too.

I followed the path up and up, past what looked to be a small house and a headstone surrounded by a bunch of dolls. Not to mention all the dolls hanging in the trees. It sent a shiver down my spine to see all of them just... hanging, spinning gently with the wind.

Calling out for Ethan led to nothing, only the wind answered me. I continued until reaching an elevator that took me up until I reached another path. This time it led to a house that looked impossibly balanced on the edge of a cliff, a large waterfall behind it. It would really be a very scenic place if not for the dark atmosphere and the dead feeling the house gave me.

Walking up to it, I grabbed the door handle and jiggled it. Locked. Looking around, I really could see nowhere else to go. No other paths, and off the cliff was not going to be an option. I stepped off the porch and walked around the house as much as I could. Still, nothing.

Walking back up to the door, I knocked and waited. Nothing. I tried to knock again only for the door to open itself. Hesitantly, I stepped inside and froze at the sound of the door shutting and locking behind me. It really was too late to back down now.

There were many doors and doorways downstairs, but I chose to walk up the stairs. I stopped and paused to stare at the portrait of Lady Beneviento. Really she was beautiful. I couldn't imagine why she had had her face covered when I first saw her in the church.

Slowly I continued on up the stairs, making it to the only room up here. As I opened the door, the atmosphere suddenly became lively. Warm and welcoming. Lady Beneviento sat in a chair in the corner of the room, Angie in her lap. She looked up as I entered, face still covered by the black veil.

"I was wondering when you'd get here. They told me you were on the way." She said as she turned to the doll next to her on the window sill, adjusting its hair.

"Lady Beneviento I'm-" I paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing I had no clue why I was here. I was looking for... for who? For what? I had a knife, didn't I? No it was gone... I must not have had one.

"Call me Donna. Or at least Miss Beneviento. I've never liked the use of the title 'Lady.'"

I nodded, still unsure of why I was even here. Donna left the room and I followed her out, down the stairs and to a sitting room. The whole place felt a lot brighter. A lot more… homey.

Donna sat on a couch, motioning for me to sit across from her. I did as she instructed, watching her pour both of us a cup of hot tea.

"It may not be pleasant, but the tea will help you. It'll help to heal you, to prepare your body." She explained, passing my cup to me.

Holding the cup by its handle, I looked down into the dark green liquid. It smelled very sweet. Bringing the cup to my lips I almost took a sip.

A small, dark colored chunk of something came up from the bottom of the cup. Donna sat patiently across from me, waiting for me to take a sip.

I can't drink this. I couldn’t place my finger on it but I knew I couldn’t drink it. Clearing my throat, I set the cup down slowly. I started to shake, a feeling of fear creeping up into my entire being.

"I uh... I-I just remembered that I'm... allergic. To most types of tea... my throat swells up." I stumbled through the sentence, suddenly finding it difficult to speak.

"I’m sorry, Cl-… My apologies, dear. Allow me to get you something else to drink then, hm?" Donna said, standing and leaving the room with Angie. As she left, so did the welcoming atmosphere of the room.

I looked back down into the cup as that sick feeling of dread started to creep into my stomach. Whatever the chunk is, it’s the same color as the Cadou... the Cadou! Alcina tried to make me eat it, Donna must've been told to make me ingest it too!

Ethan. I know why I'm here now. Slowly pushing the cup away from me, I looked to the door Donna went through and stood before going through the door on the other side of the wall. Down a hallway until I found myself at an elevator.

The sounds of an infant crying came from downstairs, echoing up the elevator shaft. Rose! That has to be where she is! I smashed the buttons on the wall, impatiently waiting as the elevator dinged open and then slowly took me down.

Running after the cries, I found myself getting lost. The cries echoed off of every wall, every corner. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere around me. It must’ve been some nasty trick, leading me back and forth in this small basement.

"Ethan! Where are you!" I yelled out only to be met with no response as the continued wailing of the baby faded into silence. It was dark down here. I could hardly see two feet in front of me and here I was, running blindly after nothing with only a pocket knife to protect me.

"Darling!" Moms voice rang out from nearby, calling me to her with a sense of urgency.

"Mom?" I muttered, following the voice down the hall as she continued calling for me. Her voice led me to a set of double doors. The lights were on in the room past them, but she stood in front of them, out of the light.

“Darling! We're over here!" Her voice called out to me. I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency, sprinting down to her. I threw my arms around her, all urgency leaving my body as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm right here, Darling." She soothed, petting my hair and stroking my back in a calming manner.

“I thought you and Father-"

"Shh... Shh... I know. It's okay now," She interrupted me with more soothing words, fingers delicately rubbing my back, "Mother's here now, Darling."

I froze as her voice distorted itself, sounding like several people speaking at once in many different tones. Screaming, weeping, begging, shouting in anger, soothing. All of them mixed into one as she spoke.

"Don't you recognize me, Darling?"

Looking up slowly, I found Joanna. The tourist woman whose husband had died what felt like so long ago.

Her body was lined with stitches and hinges at her joints, blood stained her skin, her hair, her clothes. Her throat torn open with a bloody mass protruding from within, vibrating with each breath and word as she spoke. She was stuffed, her chest poorly sewn shut with cotton sticking out.

My stomach flipped as I shoved her off of me, almost slipping as I turned to run. That evil cackle of many voices echoed along the walls as her heavy footsteps chased after me.

I felt a warm, sticky hand grab at my ankle and suddenly my feet were pulled from under me and I was held upside down. Joanna or... whatever was left of her giggled and she raised her claw like hand to my skin.

There was a wiggling, black mass was protruding from her back, tendrils sticking out from it that acted as her legs and feet. They held her up above the ground. Her real legs and lower half were dangling by the tendons that would’ve attached them to her hips and pelvis.

She said nothing as she turned me over and around, scanning me from head to toe. All I could feel was how cold my blood was and the knife in my pocket. Having made up her mind about whatever it was, the monster lifted me ever higher, her jaw opening wider and wider to reveal many sets of sharp needle-like teeth.

I couldn't do anything but scream and kick, my foot landing a lucky hit against where its temple would have been. The monster screeched, throwing me away from it.

Landing against the wall and falling to the floor, I struggled to catch my breath as the world still spun around me. The heavy steps of the monster approached, and I let out a scream of pain as the monster grabbed both of my ankles in a crushing grip, raising me up once more. The monster brought me close as it opened its jaw hastily, not willing to let me get away this time.

Pulling the knife from my pocket, I began swinging it wildly around in any sort of attempt to make contact with the monster. With one forceful swing, the knife landed in the side of the monsters head. Joanna's head. I twisted the knife before fighting to pull it free. The monster dropped me, and I watched as the its entire body seemed to stall or stutter as it tried to take a couple of steps forward.

The monster landed on top of me, motionless. A dark almost black goo spilled from the monsters mouth and the wound on the side of its head, spilling onto me. Immediately freaking out, I struggled to pull myself out from underneath it before managing to worm my way out, kicking it away before scooting myself away from it.

I pulled my knees to my chest as I curled against the wall, desperately wiping my face of the goo and trying to spit out whatever had made it into my mouth. Joanna... How long had she been here? How long has she been like that?

The light under a double door nearby became brighter as the door creaked open. The little light it let out illuminated the dim hallway as I stared up at the figure filling the doorway. Donna Beneviento.

It was silent between us. Neither of us moved, neither one of us spoke.

“I can’t play with you like I did your friend. Mother Miranda won’t let me.” She spoke as she walked to me, pulling me to stand before pulling me into a hug.

I froze, confused as she held her arms around me. Her fingers danced through my hair as she drew in a shaky breath, pressing her cheek to my head.

“You remind me of my Claudia so much… you have the same fight.” Donna muttered shakily, holding me against her. It became silent between us.

The silence continued into the dark until she let go of me, pushing me away from her before backing into the room behind her. All I heard was a softly muttered ‘I’m sorry’ before the door slammed shut.

Tiny plastic hands began grabbing at me from all over, pulling me down to my knees before yanking me down completely.

My screams filled the silence as I batted at the dolls, getting nowhere as a seemingly infinite amount of them had a hold of me. My eyes were covered as they dragged me off, carrying me and lifting me onto what I thought was a table. I felt leather straps fastened around my arms and legs, my waist too. The tiny hands fled from me as soon as I was restrained.

Soft humming was the only sound that accompanied my panting and sounds of struggling. The lights came back on, barely visible through the blindfold on my face.

Donna was the one humming. When she did finally speak it was quiet, firm when she said, "Your friend did so terribly. Squirmed and screamed. The Cadou didn’t take to her how Mother Miranda thought it would. She has high hopes for you, however. That friend of yours was only a backup."

Panic set in even further as I thrashed harder before letting out a frustrated scream. She let me continue my thrashing until I only had the energy to scream at her.

"You killed her! You mutilated her!" My shouting continued as Donna’s footsteps came closer, picking something up from nearby.

"Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can see that you’ve already had a struggle with one of my siblings, I don’t want you to waste your energy on me." Donna muttered almost to herself as she dragged a singular cold finger across my neck, over the scar left from Alcina.

I thrashed harder until she stopped touching me, squinting against the lights above me as she removed the blindfold from my eyes.

“But for now, patience. Mother Miranda will be here to collect you as soon as I’ve dealt with Ethan and the Cadou is rooted in you.”

Tears again filled my eyes as my sight landed on the doll in the brides dress, sitting near Donna. Angie I think her name was. Taking deep breaths, I continued wiggling and scanning the room for anything within my reach that could save me.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #reader insert #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #x reader #mother miranda #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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The Will of Mother

Chapter 8 - Love Long Forgotten

Warnings: violence, blood

Reader is AFAB but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Lady Dimitrescu finally has you within her grasp, but she has no plans to make it a slow ending

It was difficult to navigate with Ethan. He was quiet and careful. But too fast. It made it hard to keep up, if I didn't keep a constant eye on him then I was screwed. I'd lose him and I'd be dead, especially if Alcina spotted me before I spotted her.

I stood in the little foyer outside the Duke's room, staring at the statues that now had their faces. The torches above the door that supposedly led out were lit. And there was absolutely no way I was going to continue on by myself, so I waited as Ethan bartered with the Duke.

My mind was racing, I desperately wanted to help Alcina. But at this point would she let me? Her daughters are all dead and she's seen me running around with Ethan. There's no doubt in my mind she assumes I helped kill her girls. I don't entirely blame her either, it's not like I've even tried to stop him!

The door behind me opened and Ethan stepped out, looking like he could take on the world. Or at least he seemed to think he could. He passed me and walked to the double doors, prepared to swing them open.

"There you are!" Alcina's voice rang out and I froze, the clicking of her heels on the hard floor ringing out, "I won't let you get away from me! Either of you!"

Ethan ran to me, grabbing hold of my wrist before dragging me behind him. Alcina swung those long knife-like nails of hers in our direction, barely missing me and destroying a vase with flowers nearby.

"Come on, pick up your feet!" Ethan shouted at me, finally pulling me back to reality enough to keep up with him. We both sprinted down the hall, up a set of stairs and out another door. We were by the fireplace. "Go up the stairs, I'm going to lead her outside." Ethan tried to instruct me quietly, knocking a table over in front of the door like it had done anything.

Sprinting up the stairs, I slid into the wine room directly by the top of the stairs and crouched next to the door, listening. Doors slamming open, Ethan mocking Alcina. Running followed by the fast steps of someone wearing heels. More sounds of doors opening and shutting. And then silence.

Finally I realized I didn't know what to do now. He hadn't said go back to the Duke or wait here for him. He didn't want to leave without him surely, so now what was his grand plan?

The silence was all that answered me. Slowly standing up, I stepped outside the room. More silence. I made my way to the stairs, observing the destroyed furniture downstairs as I began to walk down. My footsteps were nonexistent compared to how loud the previous events had been.

At the bottom of the stairs, I started searching the room for anything useful. Maybe I could put myself somewhere safe even! Alcina wouldn't get to me and I could explain everything. I wasn't working with Ethan, he took me away from her. Yes, I'd tell her. I tried saving her daughters, I really did! I wanted to help her avoid the fate they suffered!

Not many other thoughts made it past my head as a large hand grabbed me by the back of my neck, picking me straight up off the ground. I let out a pained scream, grabbing ahold of the hand as I kicked my feet out and flailed.

"That's enough running out of you! I've had enough of your foolishness!" Alcina shouted, carrying me quite painfully through the halls. She stormed through the rooms at an impossible speed, the layout of the Castle clearly engrained into her mind.

Through the dining room and kitchen, down into the basement. A dungeon. Damp cold stone and dim lighting. Beyond the room we were in, I could see bodies hanging in white sheets or bags from the ceiling. Somewhere there was a steady drip, but I couldn't say what the liquid dripping was. And I didn't want to know.

Flinging me to the ground inside one of the cells, Alcina slammed the door behind her before storming towards the far wall. She flipped a wooden table out of her way, giving her access to wrist and ankle shackles along with something to hold me at my waist. And then with all the murder in her eyes, she turned to me.

"Alcina please!" I scrambled to my feet, running to and slamming into the rusty metal door. My hands were grabbed and held together by one of hers as she dragged me to the wall, lifting me by my wrists. I couldn't get a single word to stick in her mind as she swiftly yet roughly locked me into the shackles.

"I could have given you everything. All the pleasure in the world! All the riches and care! Love, even! You were mine and you disobeyed me! Killed my daughters! Sabotaged my home!" Alcina screamed, turning and destroying the stained wooden table that she had flipped out of the way.

"No! Alcina, please, I would never harm your girls! I tried to save them! I tried to help but Ethan got to them before I did! I didn't even know Bela had died when you found her!"

"Oh really? You think I'm going to believe the desperate lies of a traitor!? You have ruined all that I had! I have lost everything to you and that stupid manthing!" Alcina spat at me, grabbing my jaw painfully so I had no choice but to look at her, "The only reason I haven't ripped you to shreds is because Mother Miranda needs you. She's deemed you fit. And I had the choice to kill you or keep you alive as I forced the Cadou into you. I was going to feed it to you, Pet. Make us a lovely dinner. Wake you up with my daughters and myself by your side. But now...? Well I'll just drain every last drop out of you and send you to Mother Miranda, cold and dead with the Cadou in your stomach." Alcina lowered her voice as she roughly let go of me, snatching up a metal trough and placing it beneath me.

I started to panic as I realized where she was going with this. I wasn't one for begging, but oh how I begged and screamed for her to stop. To change her mind. To trust me, to give me another chance. The tears flowed and I couldn't help but sob and beg. But none of my words even gave her pause. One of her hands held my head down as the other rose to my neck, and in a flash her claws were out once again. And with one swift slice, I could feel the warm liquid slowly seep down my chest and legs, small metallic thuds heard as it dripped down into the trough.

"Dear Pet of mine, this won't be pleasant. Slow and painful, so that every second my daughters suffered may be felt by another person." Alcina had a somber look, almost like she was ready to give up.

With a quick, final kiss, Alcina left the room. A strangled cry for help left me as I threw my head back, slamming it on the stone wall. The wound on my neck felt like a burning sting, one that left a hot sensation spreading to the rest of my limbs before turning into a sharp pain. She cut me deep enough to kill me. But not deep enough to make it quick.

I felt weak as I tried to thrash against the hold of the shackles, getting nowhere in my attempts. Though I may not die soon, I knew it was only a matter of time before I could lose consciousness completely. That was the only peace I could find in this moment. It would not be quick, but I wouldn’t be awake through it all.

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Cold. Something cold was under me. Hard and rough, it’s scratching my back. It hurts my head. Cold liquid spread over my neck, spilling down under me. It stopped the flow of the warm blood leaving my body, but I could still feel where my clothes were soaked. I could still feel where the blood dripped down off of me.

I was being held. A warm pair of arms, I was being held against someones chest. Weakly, I tried to raise my hands and look for the person holding me. It felt as if I were moving in slow motion.

"It's ok... gonna get you outta here... stay with me." A mans voice spoke, sounding distant and muffled. I only caught every couple of words. Dad?

No. No... Dad was missing. He couldn't be holding me. My throat stopped bleeding. Alcina hurt me. Alcina! Was she... no. It was a man's voice I had heard. Where’s Alcina? Will she still listen to me? Did she put the Cadou in me like she said?

My hands shot down to my chest as fast as they could, feeling up and down and around for any sign that she’d cut me open and put the Cadou inside of me. No stitches, no cuts, no pain. She must not have had the chance, after all I wasn’t dead yet.

My arms started to tingle, the feeling coming back to my fingers. Then my hands. The rest of my arms, traveling up as the feeling returned to my feet. I started to wiggle and move myself about, trying to fight who held me. What if it was one of Mother Miranda’s Lords? One of her goons sent to retrieve me once Alcina failed?

"Hey, hold still. You're hard to move when you're wiggling around like that." He griped, setting me down on something wooden. A bench?

Opening my mouth, I tried to speak only for my throat to feel scratchy. The back of my throat started to burn, leading me into a coughing fit.

The man helped me to lay on my side, trying to sit me up so he could help me drink water. Slowly opening my eyes, I found Ethan to the be the man helping me. I should’ve thought so.

I found myself on a wooden bench in one of the houses in the village, the room lit only by candles. The windows were covered by their wooden shutters. Any pictures of Mother Miranda or her children were laid face down.

Pushing the water away once I had enough, I let myself plop back down on the wooden bench. The back of my head ached, but not nearly as much as my throat did. It was a sharp, burning pain that came and went each time I swallowed or tried to speak.

“Hey, just rest. Don’t talk, don’t move. Just rest. We’re safe.” Ethan spoke softly, trying to soothe me into relaxing. But I couldn’t find it in me to sit still. “Lady Dimitrescu’s dead, her and her daughters. We’re not in the castle. We’re safe.”

I froze at Ethan’s words as he continued to try and coax me into relaxing. Dead? She was dead…?

But I need to help her! I was going to save her, tell her to leave! I knew he was going to kill her but she wouldn’t listen to me!

“Look, I need you to stay here. You… you lost a lot of blood. I’d venture to guess maybe too much. So until you can move around safely, you’re staying here. I have something to take care of. So please just stay here.” Ethan informed me, putting a knife in my hands and making me tighten my grip on it. “Stay safe and stay in here.”

With that, Ethan left. It was quiet in this house. All I could do was stare at the ceiling above me, the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes and threatening to fall. I bit my knuckle, trying to hold back any sounds. It would hurt to make noise. Shutting my eyes tightly, all I could do was sit there silently, hoping that this nightmare would soon end.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #reader insert #x reader #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 7 - Traitor and Lover

Warnings: violence, death, cussing, blood

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Another Dimitrescu Daughter falls at Ethan’s hands, and he begins to question who you’re really out to save

My mind started to race as I watched Ethan and the Duke continue to barter. Alcina. Daniela. A sick feeling creeped into my stomach, my head started to hurt, and I wanted to scream and cry and punch the wall all at once.

I was angry. Angry at myself for caring so much about what happened to Alcina and her daughters after my short time here. Angry at Ethan for forcing me into a position where I was tearing myself apart inside. Most of all I was worried. Almost endlessly worried about the fate Alcina and Daniela would suffer at Ethans hands. Unless...

Slowly standing, I made my way right back out of the Duke's little room and peeked around. Dead quiet. Taking a deep breath, I quietly let the door shut behind me and tried to run on quiet feet. I dashed up the grand staircase, eyes darting around.

"Alcina?" I called out, desperate for an answer. But nothing. How could she be so hard to find now that I needed her?

Exploring the rooms upstairs led to no new discoveries. No Alcina, no Daniela. Back down the grand staircase and through the dining room, I made my way outside.

"Alcina!" Shouting now, the only response I was met with was that of the howling wind and snow in my eyes.

Almost blindly I navigated the little courtyard before I ran into a cold, skeletal being. A scream escaped me as my eyes landed on the figure.

Rail thin with dark grey skin, the being had tattered robes on that only covered its torso and most of its face. It held a sword in one hand, raising it above its head before its eyes landed on me.

The being lowered its sword, slowly reaching out its bony finger towards me. An involuntary whimper escaped me as I tried to step away, only for it to point its sword at me as a threat.

The cold, sharp finger landed on my neck. Just the one finger, tracing across the scar given to me by Alcina. The bony thing quickly snatched up my wrist, pulling my hand to its throat as it let out a hiss of a sound.

My entire body tensed so hard I almost felt like everything was cramping up. Heart hammering in my chest, I suddenly felt confused as my hand ran across a scar on the beings neck, almost non-existent. I could see it more than feel it.

Just as quickly as it had grabbed me, it let go and shoved past me. I could see two others nearby who just as well ignored me.

It's not just me. She did this to others! But she... killed the women before me.

Closing my eyes, I let out a shaky breath and tried to relax myself as I continued through the snow and wind. Finding myself at a door, I opened it and darted in.

A piano was being played nearby. I followed the staircase up before following the sounds of the piano, being lead to a balcony overlooking a room with a small stage and grand piano.

Daniela sat at the piano, playing notes slowly until I walked in. She stopped, eyes slowly traveling up to where I stood on the balcony, and she grinned. With a little wave and a 'come here' motion, she stood and retreated through the double doors behind her.

I can get through to her. She can get through to Alcina. I doubt they could hide from Ethan, they'd need to leave. They'd be safe though. Ethan wouldn't bother with her if she left him alone and didn't have his daughter, right...?

I ran down the stairs that lead down to where Daniela was, sprinting after her through the door.

"Daniela?"

"Oh I'm so happy you're here. Now my sisters won't have to die for nothing." Daniela's voice hissed out, though she didn't seem to be anywhere in the room.

A sickle swung right by my head, missing and lodging itself in the wall. Now full of panic, I spun to face her as she laughed and ripped the sickle out of the wall.

"I really will be enjoying this, you tasty thing," Daniela swung at me again, letting out an annoyed huff as I threw myself out of the path of her blade, "But you just want to make this difficult on me."

"Daniela please just listen to me-"

"No! I'll end up like Cassandra! Or Bela! And then who will Mother have?! Nobody! Nothing!" She screeched out at me, diving at me where I scrambled to my feet.

I grabbed hold of her wrists, one in each hand as she wrestled to dig the sickle into me.

"No! Daniela it won't! I'm trying to avoid that, please just listen!" I pleaded as she let out a frustrated scream, pushing me down to the ground. Still holding her wrists, she started swinging violently to make me let her go.

Flipping her onto her back, I tried to shove away the sickle only to slice open the palm of my hand. Seizing the moment as I brought my injured palm to my chest, Daniela shoved me off of her and onto the floor.

Standing back up, she dusted herself off and grabbed her sickle. A satisfied smile came over her features as I was backed up against a post. She lifted her skirt so she wouldn't step on it, gingerly stepping one heeled shoe onto my chest.

"Alright. I'll listen now. And then I'm going to rip your throat right out and serve it to Mother on a plate." Daniela threatened, her smile persisting.

"Okay, Daniela, look. I don't want you to die. I don't want you to... to end up like Bela and Cassandra! I don't want that for your Mother either!" Daniela's smile faded as she listened to me.

Slowly pulling myself to sit up, she pulled her heel off of my chest and simply stood over me instead.

"I don't want Ethan to kill you. But it's going to happen if you don't get out of here. You and Alcina, you need to go. He's not going to stop until he gets out or finds Rose here. That won't happen until you're dead, because you want him dead. And he’s not going to die." I tried to reason, slowly standing up with the help of the post behind me.

"If you don't want me dead, then why did you start running around with that stupid man?" Daniela questioned, pointing the sickle alarmingly close to my face. She was at least willing to hear me out.

"Because what choice did I have! He pulled me away from your Mother after Bela and then she saw me with him, and then she assumed. She assumed the worst and I had no choice but to run or die." I pleaded my case, both of us barely noticing as a book on a shelf fell nearby. It was near impossible to tell where it had come from with all the books and bookshelves littered around the platform we were on.

Letting the room settle into the silence, Daniela nodded and grabbed my hand. She looked at me before saying, "We need to go talk to Mother. She won't hurt you if you're with me. I think...”

I opened my mouth to speak, cut off at the sound of the roof above us shifting and grinding before opening up. Cold winter air and snow rushed into the room, Daniela screaming as she shoved me away and darted off of the platform.

My body fell into another taller one, only making the person stumble before standing me up. And my eyes were met with those of Ethan Winters own piercing eyes. He knew all I had said.

As the roof began to shut, Ethan cranked the wheel on the post once more to hold it open. Daniela continued to scream as she tried to find somewhere the wind wouldn’t reach. Ethans gaze held mine before I turned and tried to run to the doors across the room. A firm hand grabbed my wrist and Ethan pulled me back to him, uncomfortably close so I could hear him over Daniela and the wind.

"You are absolutely not going anywhere without talking with me." Ethan said before his attack started. A stray bullet flew past me, forcing me to get down. Hiding behind a fallen bookshelf, all I could was listen. Daniela screamed and cursed Ethan, gunshots rang out in the air. Every now and then I could hear Ethan turning that crank the wheel on the post and the ceilings gears groaning in protest as it opened back up.

Before long, all of the noises stopped. The ceiling slammed shut. And peeking my head over the bookshelf, I could see Daniela crumpled into nothing at Ethan's feet. Maybe he’d forgotten about me. Slowly rising to my feet as he collected whatever she dropped, I backed up to the door.

Twisting the knob silently, I almost sighed in relief. Until the door hinges creaked. Ethan spun around, crossing the room in quick, long strides. Placing his palm on the door behind me, he slammed it shut.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No you heard me right. Why the hell are you trying to help her? And her daughter, she was trying to kill you before I came in! I could hear all the commotion! And look what she did to you, you still tried to help her?!” Ethan shouted, grabbing my hand and forcing me to look at where the blood ran down my palm and into the sleeve of my jacket.

Wiggling my fingers, I winced in pain, remembering the feeling of the blade gliding across my palm. Ethan let go of my palm, poking an accusatory finger into my sternum.

“You tried to help these freaks, these psychotic monsters. You were trying to help them get away, and for what?! They haven’t done anything for you except hurt you! And don’t you think I didn’t notice that nice little scar across your neck. Ear to ear, lovely souvenir that is.”

“Stop it, Ethan! I know! I know about the scar and obviously I know about my hand, and clearly I know I’m not safe here! I’m not an idiot!” I shouted back, peeling my back off of the door to get back in his face like he’d gotten in mine.

“Then why the hell were you helping them. Hm? I know you can’t be on their side. Otherwise you’d be one of Miranda’s freaky ‘kids.’ Or maybe even one of Dimutrescu’s daughters! Or maybe I’m wrong, maybe you are on their side. Just waiting to kill me.” Ethan rambled, pushing me back into the door behind me. My heart started to pound as he shifted his suspicions onto me, he didn’t seriously think that did he?

“Ethan, you’re paranoid. I’m not one of them. But I’ll tell you why I was trying to help them. Because they were people too. They still feel too. Did you not see the way Alcina reacted when you killed Bela?”

Ethan threw his head back with a laugh, disbelief clear in his voice as he said under his breath, “Oh God, you’ve taken pity on them.”

I cleared my throat uncomfortably as he left my personal space, shaking his head. Picking up a little box of ammo on a bookshelf nearby, he started to walk away.

“Listen, you’re great to have along with. Any help to find my daughter really is great. But you can’t start feeling pity or sympathy for these things. They’ll manipulate the shit out of you. And then we’ll both end up dead.” Ethan warned before he left.

I was alone in the room, the only sounds being that of my heartbeat and the muffled whistling of the wind outside.

He didn’t know what Alcina and I had done. He thought she was just slitting my throat just to do it. He thought I was just being stupid and naïve.

And that’s good. The less he knows, the better. But I can still save Alcina.

#donna beneviento #ethan winters #flirty #karl heisenberg #lady beneviento #lady dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #mother miranda #re8 #x reader #smut #alcina demitriscu #salvatore moreau #reader insert #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 6 - Storms of the Mind

Warnings: mild violence and blood

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Lady Dimitrescu discovers Ethan, another Dimitrescu Daughter falls, and you face the cruel decision of who you must choose to side with and ultimately save

I tried to scream, unable to let any sound out as the hand stayed tight over my mouth. The other arm wrapped around me, basically picking me up and dragging my flailing form out as Alcina grieved.

Finally, the heel of one of my flailing feet landed in the attackers leg, forcing them to drop me as they shouted out in pain.

"Hey! Thanks for such a warm 'glad to see you alive' welcome!" Ethan griped, rubbing his shin where the tip of the heel had cut him.

"Ethan! I didn't know it was you!" I whisper-shouted back, listening for anyone approaching.

"Yeah, well, now you do. Lets go, you and me are getting out of here." Ethan grabbed my wrist, trying to drag me off.

"Uh, hey, woah there. What are you doing?" I asked, shoving his hand off of me.

"I just said we're leaving. We need to find a way out of here."

"I can't just leave, Ethan." I immediately regretted my statement. That's not going to go across well.

"Why not?"

"It's hard to explain." Trying to reason with him got me nowhere as he interrogated me.

"No, tell me. I bet I can understand. Try me."

"I don't want to talk about it, Ethan!" I tried not to shout. I huffed out a sigh as he stayed silent. I was hopeful that he'd just drop it already. But he didn't. Opening his mouth to speak, we both froze at the fast approach of clicking heels.

"You, you stupid manthing." Alcina hissed out, claws extending from her hand in long blades. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and I knew the only thought on her mind was killing Ethan.

Grabbing my wrist once again, Ethan began sprinting away with me barely keeping up. I didn't even have a chance before Alcina's eyes widened as she registered my presence. I couldn’t even imagine what she thought my involvement in this was…

It didn't take very long at all, really, for Ethan to lose her. Down the stairs, past faceless statues, and through a door. Alcina somehow lost us instantly.

My mind raced, wondering what she was thinking. How she perceived me, being dragged away by Ethan. Did she think I was on his side.

All thoughts in my head halted at the sound of a familiar voice. I spun around, a smile breaking out on my face.

"Duke! I didn't think I'd see you again!" I exclaimed, laughing and approaching where he had set himself up.

"Oh my dear of course I'll always be around where there's some trading to do!" He said in his loud, warm voice before his features faltered, "Ah, and I see why you're here. Lady Dimitrescu has taken quite a liking to you, hasn't she."

"Yeah, something like that."

"I'm sorry, what is that supposed to mean?" Ethan asked, glancing between me and the Duke.

"Mr. Winters, it simply means Lady Dimitrescu has acquired a taste for our friends blood. I can only imagine the reason she even left you alive." The Duke explained. Part of me wondered how many before me suffered a similar fate, being drained. Another part of me wondered if anyone had ever been drained and not killed like Alcins had done with me.

"Why couldn't you have told me that? What did she do?" Ethan asked me, turning his attention to me now.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Ethan. And I'd really rather not discuss it with you." I maintained as I sat on the pile of pillows.

The silence in the room was thick. Whatever reason Ethan had for being upset, I don't know. But he had more than a stranger to worry about.

"Ethan why don't you let me take care of her for a little while. Give her more time to rest and regain her strength. It isn't the easiest task in the world to be drained like that and then get up and keep going." The Duke reasoned before he and Ethan began to barter.

Giving Ethan a wave goodbye, I watched as he left with his newly purchased nonsense. I lay back on the pile of pillows, closing my eyes and listening to the ticking of the clock snd the occasional flip of a page from the Duke reading.

My mind started to race again. Alcina. Being so close to freedom, I yearned to be free. To get away from her. But at the same time I wanted to be near her, I couldn't bring myself to just let her suffer as Ethan ran around killing her daughters and likely her too.

Deciding that I needed a distraction, and some answers. I turned my attention to the Duke. I for sure wouldn't be able to talk to Alcina about my questions anymore.

"Duke. How is it that she drained me, honestly probably a couple hours ago, and now I feel fine? Honestly just a little lightheaded and that's it."

"Well, she likely slipped you something while you were out. Something to rejuvenate you, force your body to make more blood. I could make some if I had the ingredients, but really I only have ingredients for the concoction that healed you on the outside." The Duke explained, talking to himself a tiny bit after about all the ingredients he lacked to make anything.

I remembered the blue and green bottles of liquid she had brought into the room, trying to decide which of the two did what. I didn't remember them being used on me obviously.

"Duke, another thing. Do you have pants? I don't have any Lei, but I'm sure I can find some around here." I tried to persuade the Duke, watching him contemplate my words.

"Well... Lets put this on your tab, then. I do want to help, by any means I can of course." The Duke said as he shuffled through all that he had.

Eventually he pulled several pairs of pants, shoes, shirts, and tourist jackets out. I looked through what he had, trying to decide what would best fit me.

"I'll take these ones, I think they'll work great." I said with a smile, watching as he put the rest away. The Duke pulled a curtain in front of himself, concealing him from one side to the next. I hadn't even noticed it.

Quickly getting dressed, I messed with the clothes until I found a way that they fit me well enough to be comfortable. The shoes were a little loose, but not majorly inconvenient or uncomfortable. Letting the Duke know I was done, he pulled the curtain back once more.

"I don't suppose you're attached to the dress Lady Dimitrescu gave you, are you? The fabric looks to be of very high quality and could easily pay for the clothes I've just given you."

I looked to the dress in my hand, hesitating. I swallowed hard, angry at myself for growing so attached in such a short amount of time. Handing the dress to him, I watched the Duke inspect it as he talked to himself about the fabric and its wonderful qualities.

Taking a step back from him, I looked around the room before pausing. Why was I in here? Sure, at first I was resting up a little. But I feel completely fine!

"If Ethan comes back before me, tell him that I'm... taking a look around." I told the Duke, waving goodbye and leaving before he could get a word out.

The castle was silent, my footsteps seeming even louder in the silence. Somewhere, distantly, I could hear fighting. Gunshots rang out, echoing off the walls from wherever they came from.

Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I walked up the grand staircase, following the curve of the rail with my hand. The gunshots were closer.

I quickly decided against going after them, retreating back down the grand staircase. Walking through the large double doors, I found myself in the dining room once more. The door to the kitchen barely hung by its hinges

I knew what was over there. Instead, I walked to the other double doors on the other side of the table. With a good shove, the doors opened and my body was flooded with cold. Stepping out into the cold, the wind pulled the doors shut behind me with a forceful slam sending snow around my feet flying.

The wind was off and on, not moving the snow too much. But just enough that when it did, your only choice was being blind.

So I blindly made my way across the courtyard, feeling my way around until I found myself by another door. Normal sized, and not a double door this time around. Going inside, I stood for a moment in the dark. Mostly relishing in the lack of the cold, frigid wind, but I was also listening.

Footsteps, gunshots, anything. Anything to tell me it wasn't safe. But I heard none of it. Continuing up the winding stairs, I realized where I was. I could make it to the washroom and back to Lady Dimitrescu's bedroom from here, this is where her daughters first found me.

My thoughts were very quickly interrupted at the sound of giggling. Someone said my name, singing it in a teasing way. Daniela.

"Oh there you are, sweet-smelling thing. Didn't you know Mother's looking for you? She's very unhappy with you." Her voice rang out, seemingly having no specific source as the swarm of bugs surrounded me. Before long, she was physically in front of me.

She suddenly extended her sickle, pressing the tip into my sternum as she backed me up. Tilting her head, she smiled as she put pressure behind the blade and she raised her other hand to push me by my shoulder.

Landing against the wall with a wince, I pressed my hand into my sternum. I could feel the cut and the tiny bead of blood that now trailed down my chest. Daniela laughed at my reaction, and I watched as she brought the sickle to her mouth and licked off the minuscule amount of blood on the blade.

Her eyes rolled back and she let out an almost ecstatic moan, tipping her head back before saying, "No wonder Mother didn't let us drain you the way we wanted to. We wouldn't have had the restraint to keep you alive."

"Don't you dare touch me." I spat at her, reaching nearby and grabbing what I could. A pathetic lamp.

"Oh you don't get a choice anymore, silly. And you don't get Mother's protection." Daniela smiled, making a show of how slowly she started walking to me. Her sickle was ready to dig into me.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly raised the lamp above my head. Too far clearly as the window behind me shattered.

Daniela screamed out in pain, running and screaming, "Cheater! You cheated, it's not fair!" as she did.

I almost collapsed as I finally exhaled, not realizing I had held my breath. For a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind. Until the gunshots returned.

Stumbling over my feet and almost tripping completely, I ran after them and burst through a door at the top of the grand staircase as I did.

Before I knew what was happening, Ethan came flying out of nowhere with what looked like a statue torso tucked under his arm. I wasn't sure how he tucked his pistol one handed, but he had. With his now free hand, he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me behind him.

"No time to explain! I will later!" Was all he shouted. And then I saw her.

Alcina was hot on our trail. Fury behind her eyes, still red from the tears shed for her daughter.

"How dare you!? I bring you into my home! Under my protection, with my love! And this is what you do to me?! You betrayed me!" Alcina screamed after me as Ethan bolted down the stairs with me in tow, making a beeline for the Duke's room. The sound of scratching along wood was heard as Alcina continued, "Well I'm not letting you get away from me, Pet! You'll pay for this!"

Ethan practically threw me into the Duke's room and ran in after me, out of Alcina's sight. I lay on the floor, out of breath, in pain. Physically and emotionally for some reason.

I didn't mean to betray her, I really didn't. I didn't even choose for Ethan to take me away from her in the first place when he killed Bela!

"Ah, this must be the late Cassandra Dimutrescu. Valuable material." I shot up from my place on the floor, watching as Ethan handed over the torso he had been lugging along.

That's what happened to Bela. It'll happen to Daniela. And Alcina.

My mouth felt dry as the storm I had been ignoring in my head started to grow. I needed to decide, I couldn't play both sides. Ethan Winters and his quest to find his daughter. Or Alcina, which also meant Mother Miranda and the Cadou she had created for me.

#x reader #reader insert #smut #flirty #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #mother miranda #ethan winters #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #lady beneviento #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 5 - In Your Arms

Warnings: greiving, smut. Also I’m warning you now, I’ve never written smut before so

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Lady Dimitrescu drains you for the first and only time before revealing Mother Miranda’s plans for you, and Lady Dimitrescu’s domestic bliss with you is quickly stolen from her

I stayed sat in Alcina's bed, waiting for her return. She had me change into a robe and then left, telling me she'd be back shortly. I picked at the blanket, quickly pulling my hand away from it when I remembered that it wasn't mine, I can't destroy its stitching.

The door swung open as Alcina walked in, wearing a robe of her own but it was more her size. Her hat and jewelry gone, I could see more of her face than I previously was able to.

In her hands she held two glass bottles, one blue and one green. She placed them on a table nearby along with the same silver knife with the intricate handle. She approached the bed, crouching down and pulling a chest out from underneath it. Opening the chest, she lifted out and unwrapped what looked like a fancy feeding trough. It looked important.

Bright polished silver, intricate gold designs with red gems decorating its outside. Faintly I could see little specks of brown dried on the inside, but Alcina wiped them away before I could think too much about what it was.

Positioning it at the side of the bed, she climbed up onto the bed next to me and sat against the headboard. I moved to sit next to her, looking up at her as she sighed contentedly.

"Oh Pet. You have no clue how much I enjoy you, do you?" She asked rhetorically, putting her finger under my chin to tip my head up to look at her.

"Probably because I smell like your next meal though, right?"

Alcina laughed, a short but genuine sounding noise. As she stopped laughing she simply smiled at me, leaning in and suddenly pressing her lips to mine.

It was quick, delicate. Affectionate, almost. I had to force the butterflies in my stomach to go away, she wanted my blood. Not my love.

She pulled me from my thoughts as her other hand trailed to my own, her fingers locking with mine as she held my hand. I could only focus on where our hands were together for a quick moment as she leaned down again to kiss me.

This time it lasted much longer, still with that delicate kind of touch. Her hand that wasn't holding mine moved to my leg, running up and up and up as goosebumps started to form on my skin.

"It'll hurt, Pet." Alcina warned as she pulled away from me finally, her hand landing on my inner thigh.

I slowly nodded, swallowing the hard lump in my throat as I remembered the knife. I could only assume what it was for...

I let out a gasp as her other hand landed on my chest, her nails tracing little lines from one breast to the other. She pinched lightly at one nipple, an experiment, pinching more at the sounds of the moans coming from me.

Her lips were on mine again, moving faster as the hand between my legs suddenly made its way through my folds before one finger quickly landed on my clit.

I jolted in surprise, pulling away with a loud moan as she rubbed little pleasurable circles on it. My hands held tight to the sleeves of her robe, my head tipping back as she murmured in my ear.

"You're doing so well, Pet. Look at how gorgeous you are, and all for me."

I desperately reached for more of her as she left bites along my neck, stopping when her trail had led her to my sweet spot. She ran her tongue over it, kissing and biting and sucking the one spot all the while still rubbing my clit.

Slowly she began to lay me down, my head almost hanging off the bed. Confusion and worry filled me as I tried to lift my head up, only to throw it back again at the feeling of one of her long, slim fingers sliding right into me.

I moaned in surprise, still holding tight to her as she began to slide the digit in and out of me. Alcona let out a pleased moan as she leaned over me, watching my every reaction and twitch as she positioned her fingers differently or changed her pace, looking for that perfect little spot in me.

"Oh but I bet you loved that, hm? Say yes, Pet, oh please." Alcina almost begged as I nodded desperately, moaning out a single 'yes.'

My moans became muffled as she kissed me, fast and passionate and desperate. Her hand sped up its work as I threw my arms around her neck, trying to pull her closer to me. I needed her closer, I needed to feel all of her above me. Lifting my hips, I was desperate for more of the friction, more of her hands, more of her.

And then right as I felt my core tightening, ready to go right over the edge, I felt the tip of the blade pressing into one side of my throat. I had no time to stop it before the blade ran across my throat, my warm blood spilling out as the world became fuzzy and distant.

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As I opened my eyes, I became aware of how my body tingled. My entire body buzzed with life. The memory of Alcina and her hands, her mouth, and just her flooded my mind. I clenched around nothing, feeling empty. The bed felt empty.

Reaching out, the bed was in fact empty. Slowly I sat up, lightheaded and almost nauseous for a moment. I slowly started to get out of the bed until I remembered why. She slit my throat. My hands shot up to my neck, stopping when I felt the faintest bump of a scar. The room started to spin as I was filled with questions and there was no one around to answer them.

I climbed out of bed fully, walking to where my dress was folded with another nicely written note on top. This note had instructions to get to the washroom along with instructions on how to get to the sitting room from there. Below that , the note read, 'wash up, Pet, we have things to discuss.'

Picking up the clothes and shoes, I carried them and followed the instructions until I found myself in the same washroom as before. I set the clothes aside, started up the bath, and waited for the tub to be filled.

I let out a sigh as I sank into the warm water, tipping my head back before submerging myself completely. Eyes shut, breath held tight, I listened to the silence.

After enjoying the water for a minute more, I washed up and dried off, getting redressed. Following the instructions once more, I found myself in the same sitting room with the piano. Alcina was nowhere to be found.

Walking over to the piano, I pushed a few of the keys before sitting on the bench. The only sounds to be heard were my breathing and the fireplace crackling.

"Ah, my Pet, my darling, there you are." Alcina's voice came from behind me as the door opened. She sat herself on one of the couch's motioning for me to sit across from her.

My eyes trailed up what I could see of her leg, blushing as she cleared her throat and again motioned to the couch across from her.

“Can I ask you something first?”

“That depends on what it is, Pet.”

“I wanted to know why you slit my throat. I thought… well I don’t know what I thought would happen but I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Pet, I wanted you to enjoy yourself. Hence the love I gave to you beforehand. But your blood also does taste so exquisite when I get it from you in while you’re in that state.” She explained, making herself comfortable across from me.

I nodded, trying to make myself comfortable as well as silence engulfed the room. The butterflies in my stomach returned as she said the word ‘love.’

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, breaking the silence before it became too awkward.

"Well initially it was one thing but now it's two. First of all, that little Ethan Winters is in my castle. He of course escaped that idiot Heisenberg and now he's in my castle like the rat he is. All that means is you’ll be staying by my side until he’s dead."

My breath caught in my throat. He was alive? Of course he was alive! He was like the hero in some book, he's almost untouchable.

"Secondly, Pet, I wanted to let you know what Mother Miranda's decided for you. What you should expect, since I can't seem to help but like you so much..." Alcin muttered the last bit to herself before turning to face the door and calling out, "Bring it in, Bela."

Bela entered the room carrying a jar half the size of her torso. Inside the jar, floating in some kind of preservative liquid, was a fleshy mass. Throughout the disturbingly human like flesh were black, root-like tendrils. As soon as Bela set the jar down, the tendrils froze before pulling the fleshy mass to the side of jar closest to me.

I quickly looked away, my stomach churning at the sight of it.

"I need to get that inside of you." Alcina nonchalantly informed me as she started smoking.

"What?! I don't want that anywhere near me!" I shouted, watching her as Bela left the room.

"Pet, you don't have much of a choice. I need to kill you and implant this Cadou in you. It's a new one Mother Miranda wanted to test on specifically you. A bit of an honor, really."

"Kill me?"

Alcina looked to me as my voice suddenly shrank. I knew she was out to kill me all along but I just felt so cared for. The attention she gave me was unlike any I had ever received.

"Oh, Pet. I don't want to kill you. Truly I don't. But it's less painful that way. For you and me. I don't even really plan to kill you painfully like I usually would. My hope was to have dinner with you. Drink some wine. And then later as you slept..." She snapped her fingers.

Slowly I nodded, at least comforted by that. She was being gentle with killing me.

"Come, Pet. I no longer have a staff so we'll have to cook the dinner. While we do my daughters will be looking for Winters." Getting up, I followed Alcina out. We went past a grand staircase and dining room.

Finally we ended up in a dimly lit kitchen that was dripping faintly from somewhere. It had that iron-y smell of blood, so thick in the air I could almost taste it.

Alcina began cleaning off the counters, pulling out ingredients and cookware. Hesitantly I joined her side, trying to avoid the wet spots on the floor as I followed her instruction.

And so in silence, only for a little while, we prepped the food. I jumped slightly as Alcina came up behind me, chuckling as I did. She quietly pulled my hair up and out of the way before tipping my head up to look at her.

"Even amidst the smells of the blood that's been shed here before, you're still the one I smell the strongest." She said before leaning down and kissing my forehead.

I blushed, muttering a thanks to her odd complimenting. She smiled at me, opening her mouth to speak before freezing. Her entire body tensed up and her mouth snapped shut.

"Alcina...? What's wrong?" I asked as I approached her. She held out a hand to stop me, taking a hesitant step back.

"Bela? It's Bela... why can I smell my Bela?" She started rambling to herself, sharply turning away from me and storming towards a rickety wooden door at the far corner of the room.

"Alcina!" I chased after her, following her into the next room as she ripped the door open and ducked in.

Stopping in the doorway, I watched as she almost stumbled to a stop in front of a pile of ashy stone. I could make out parts of a body in the stone like it was a broken statue. But what I saw most prominently was the sickle on the floor, and Bela’s necklaces laying on top of the pile.

Alcina fell to her knees in front of the pile, grabbing the necklaces as her entire body began to tremble. My stomach did flips as she held the necklaces to her chest, an anguished scream escaping her.

She stopped to suck in another breath, the sound becoming both a scream and a sob as she started to fold in on herself. Gasping for air, her screams turned into sobs as she leaned forward, head resting near the pile of what was once Bela.

I bit my lip, unsure of what to do for her. Taking a deep breath, I started towards her in the hopes of comforting her. Helping her, somehow, anyway I possibly could. But I didn’t make it far before a warm hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me out of the room where Alcina wept.

#reader insert #x reader #smut #flirty #salvatore moreau #lord moreau #lady beneviento #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg #mother miranda #ethan winters #resident evil 8 #re8 #resident evil village

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 4 - Never Felt Better

Warnings: a little flirtin’ and some cuddling action

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: After loosening up with a couple glasses of wine, Lady Dimitrescu experiences the most domestic bliss she’s felt in a long time. Only to further bury herself in the hole Mother Miranda warned her to stay away from

Though Lady Dimitrescu talked, and I responded every now and then, my mind really was elsewhere. The wine had really allowed me to relax, to feel that little buzzed feeling. And when it did, I couldn't keep my mind off of Mom and Dad. Ethan. Joanna and Markus. The lycans. Or the thought of Lady Dimitrescu draining me.

It felt too surreal, like a dream. In less than 24 hours I went from cowering in a storage room to being spoiled and given the finest wine I'd ever tasted. And not to mention being treated like this by one of the Lords of the village, no less. Even if she has some ulterior motive of feasting on me!

Maybe I was dreaming, sound asleep behind the counter at the Inn. That's what it must be. I fell asleep working. There's no monsters, only wolves eating livestock. The Lords aren't these terrifying beings of supernatural quality. They’re the normal humans I remember them to be when Mother Miranda had first introduced them to us.

"Pet, I'm not sure how much you can drink without being affected, but I'm growing impatient with your mental absence. I do enjoy a conversation with a responsive person more than I do with one who looks catatonic." Lady Dimitrescu cautioned, pouring herself more wine.

"I'm sorry Lady Dimitrescu."

She nodded at my apology, studying me before standing up and walking to the piano. She sat down and began to play a very melancholic piece. It felt slow, remorseful even.

Standing up, I walked to the piano and stood nearby it. Her hands moved expertly over the keys, like she had been doing this her entire life. She had the piece memorized by heart too, there was no music sheet for her to look at.

"Why are you playing music that sounds so sad?" I asked, leaning against the piano.

“Because you looked sad, I'm just matching your mood. And besides, I like piano music that sounds a little more sad, or even angry. The emotion behind it feels better to me than those of the happy pieces." She explained, looking to me before looking back at the piano keys.

I stayed by the piano as she continued to play it, watching her fingers dance across the keys for what felt like years. The more of the wine I had, the more mesmerizing it was to watch her play. It was like a sirens song, I could hardly step away.

Somehow, my eyes had travelled up her arms and to her face. Serene and peaceful, the only thing that seemed to exist to her was the piano. Not me, not Mother Miranda and her rules, not the daughters she loved. Just her and the piano. I studied her every feature, feeling my stomach flutter suddenly as she turned to meet my gaze.

"Pet? I don't mean to alarm you but you have been staring for quite a while." Lady Dimitrescu said as she slowed the pace of the music, a smug look hiding behind her eyes.

My hands tightened on the stem of my now empty wine glass as my face heated up. Right about now I was really wishing she had just locked me in some cell. I opened my mouth then closed it, failing to come up with an appropriate response. My entire being froze and as she held back a smirk, taking her hands away from the keys completely.

"Oh my, Pet, are you feeling alright? You must be warm." Lady Dimitrescu teased as she placed the back of her hand against my forehead.

I coughed awkwardly, looking away from her completely before muttering, "No, I feel fantastic.”

Lady Dimitrescu let out a satisfied 'hmph' before picking the pace of the music back up to where it was. Taking my now red-faced self back to the couch, I sat back down after setting the wine glass down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to recover. My cheeks were still flushed, I could feel it.

Lady Dimitrescu finished the music, standing and returning to her seat across from me. I fumbled with my fingers, trying to avoid her gaze. She stared into my very soul every time she looked at me. It felt like she knew everything about me without even having to ask.

“Pet, come here.”

“I didn’t do something wrong, did I?”

“No, you didn’t do anything. Just come here.”

Taking another deep breath, I got up and approached her. She swung one leg up onto the couch so she sat sideways, patting the seat in front of her.

I looked from her to where she had patted the couch, hesitantly climbing up. Before I even had time to sit down fully, she had grabbed me and sat me down. My back was against her chest, both of us facing the fireplace. I could feel her breathing. No heartbeat.

We sat like that for a while. My back to her chest, neither of us saying a word. To be perfectly honest, I was terrified. But I also couldn’t help the butterflies I felt in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t sure what this woman did to me, but I knew for sure I liked the way it felt. Even if I was going to die, I decided to enjoy however much time I had left. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax into her further and let the world around us disappear.

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Alcina looked away from the fire and down at her Pet as their breathing slowed, almost like they were sleeping. Leaning their head ever so slightly, she realized that they indeed were asleep. Maneuvering herself away from her Pet, Alcina stood and stretched before letting out a soft sigh. Picking up the comparatively small human, Alcina carried them out of the room. Through the seemingly empty halls until she reached her own room, laying down her Pets sleeping body down in the bed and tucking them under the covers.

Alcina stopped for a moment, studying the way that her Pets chest moved up and down. The way their eyes flitted back and forth beneath their eyelids. Part of her, deep down, felt a sort of envy towards her Pet. Her Pet was still human. They were still so fragile, unlike Alcina herself and her "siblings." Alcina didn't necessarily need anything but blood, the rest being as optional as she wanted.

Her Pet had no choice really. But even to be human again for just a day… well Alcina would trade a thousand lives for that.

The phone rang distantly and Alcina left her Pets side, ducking through the doorway and out of the room. That shrill ringing echoed through the halls as Alcina made her way there.

Picking up the phone, Alcina had no time to even properly answer before Mother Miranda was speaking on the other end.

“Ethan's gotten away from Heisenberg, I suspect he's attempting to make his way into your castle."

“Don't worry, Mother Miranda. My daughters and I can handle him, more than that idiot Heisenberg ever could." Alcina reassured, remembering Heisenbergs statements about her daughters. That idiot of a man made her blood boil.

“Good. Now have you made a decision about the human you have?"

“No, I haven't. But-"

"I don't want excuses, I want your decision. They either die or receive the Cadou and we see what happens to them. Everyone else has already done away with who they chose, why haven’t you." Mother Miranda questioned, forcing Alcina to confront the realization that she had no clue why she hadn’t killed her Pet yet. Alcina sighed and closed her eyes.

“Mother Miranda, if I implant the Cadou in them so soon then I lose all they have to offer. Even if they take to the Cadou well, I lose it all." Alcina tried to reason with Mother Miranda, getting nowhere.

“I warned you, Alcina. I told you that you couldn’t get attached to the human that ‘smelled so amazing.’ You know the consequences and yet-”

“I’m not attached to this human, Mother Miranda. I just need more time. I need to drain them at least once for their blood.”

“Sacrifices must be made, Alcina. You have mere hours to decide before I decide for you. And you know it won’t be pretty if I have to decide.” Mother Miranda hung up right after that. Alcina gripped the phone in her hand tightly, contemplating breaking it. That wouldn't do anything, Mother Miranda would still get ahold of her.

Slamming the phone back down on its hook, Alcina retreated back to her room where she had set her Pet. Still fast asleep. Taking a seat in the chair near the bed. Picking up her book, Alcina continued reading from where she had left off.

For a while, that's how it was. Faint breathing from the sleeping person in the room, the crackle of the fireplace, and the occasional flip of a page. Quite peaceful. But despite the calm, Alcina had a storm brewing inside.

Sure, she could handle finding Ethan and killing him once she had him. But with Mother Miranda pressuring her to do something with her Pet, it seemed difficult to balance both the task of finding Ethan and the task of draining her pet before Mother Miranda went and killed them herself. Regardless of all that was going through her mind, Alcina found it in herself to still enjoy the book in her hands and the glass of wine on the table next to her.

She looked up at the sound of the blankets shifting, finding her Pet now awake and sitting up. She smiled softly at them, looking back to her book.

“Did you sleep well, Pet? How do you feel?”

“It was a nice little nap. All things considered, I’ve never felt better.”

Alcina nodded, her mind returning to her book. She paid no mind to her Pet as they watched her. She could hear their heartbeat speed up as she looked up and locked eyes with them.

“Yes, Pet?”

“Can you come sit with me?” They blurted out, face growing red at their own request. Alcina was at a loss, and so was her Pet apparently.

One moment of silence later and Alcina had stood up, going and sitting next to her Pet. They sat up completely, scooting ever so slightly to be closer to her.

They sat like that in silence, her Pet relaxed against her side as Alcina read. It felt right. It made her feel warm. She didn’t want to say she loved her Pet, it was too soon for that. She didn’t feel like she could say she had feelings for her Pet either.

Regrettably, Alcina knew that Mother Miranda was right. She was attached to this human, her Pet. She couldn’t deny it. How was she supposed to kill someone she was becoming attached to? Especially when that person provided sustenance that both smelled and tasted irresistible.

“Lady Dimitrescu?” Her Pet’s voice interrupted her thoughts as she glanced down at them.

“Alcina.”

“What?”

“You can be less formal, Pet. You can call me Alcina.” Alcina regretted her decision as soon as her Pet repeated her name. It sounded just right coming from them. And now she had mere hours to kill them.

“Alcina. I just wanted to know about when you were planning on… draining me. As morbid as it is to want to know when I’ll die, I’d just like a general idea.” Her Pet requested, watching as Alcina set the book aside.

“Pet, I have to drain you now. I did want to push it until the last minute, but Mother Miranda’s grown impatient with my lack of action regarding you.” Alcina sighed. Her Pet simply nodded, swallowing hard and trying to blink away tears. They weren’t expecting it to happen so soon.

Using her finger to lift their chin, Alcina made them look up at her. Her Pet froze, eyes rapidly going back and forth over her face.

“This isn’t going to be what kills you, Pet. We can talk about that after.” Alcina reassured as she placed a single, delicate kiss on their forehead.

Her Pet nodded, no longer focusing on reading along to themselves as Alcina read. Instead they looked up at her, admiring her as she read silently. Alcina knew, she could feel their eyes. But she didn’t mind when they stared.

#reader insert #x reader #smut #flirty #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lord heisenberg #lord moreau #lady beneviento #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #ethan winters

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 3 - Castle Dimitrescu

Warnings: none

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: After being warmly welcomed and brought in to Lady Dimitrescu’s home, you quickly learn why she spoiled you almost immediately

A short walk from the church we were in led to the castle. Castle Dimitrescu. I tried to stay close to or at least behind Lady Dimitrescu. I could still hear the monsters. Part of me wondered if they hadn't gotten to Ethan, but I was certain he was dead at this point.

“Welcome to your new home. I trust you'll make a fine addition to it. The most exotic flavor yet." Lady Dimitrescu said with the faintest laugh, leading me through the castles twists and turns until we reached a small room with a very large bath tub.

"Get yourself washed and cleaned. Put this robe on when you're done. And I do expect you to be thoroughly clean. If not I'll have to help you to get clean, won't I?" Lady Dimitrescu said with a smile as she placed a normal sized white robe on a hook on the wall.

I stood awkwardly, watching as she left the bathroom. After a moment of silence, I hesitantly stepped up to the large tub, filling it with hot water.

Long baths never were my style. But I allowed myself to take one, even just this once. I scrubbed every inch of everywhere I could reach and washed my hair as best as I could. Emptying the tub and drying off, I threw on the robe. It was very soft, just barely too big, and quite long in the back. I wasn't sure who would ever own a robe with such a long train, but here I was wearing one.

As I left the small washroom, I was shocked to not find Lady Dimitrescu. I almost felt like she would've been waiting for me, suspicious that I'd try to escape. What I did find was a dress waiting for me. Running my fingers over it, I almost couldn't believe it was meant for me.

At first I just thought it was a maids dress that was missing an apron. But upon closer inspection, it was very well made and much nicer than a maids dress would be. It was black and looked to be floor length, with long and loose black sleeves. The waist of the dress and the cuffs of the wrists were fitted, and there were buttons from where the V neck of the dress started to just past the fitted area of the waist. On the floor near where the dress hung, a pair of black heels sat.

I almost walked past the outfit and to the door, but a note on the dress made me pause. Written in a pretty cursive, the note read 'For you, my exotic flavor.'

Lady Dimitrescu had called me an exotic flavor. My head began to hurt as I tried to process the days events while putting on the dress. The Lords. Mother Miranda. The monsters. Ethan. Mom and Dad…

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I slipped the heels on and left through the only other door in the room. The castle was quiet and dimly lit, there was no clear indication of where I was meant to go.

That's when I noticed the bugs. Some kind of fly? A lot of them. Three separate swarms that seemed to be coming right at me. I held my hands up and tried to bat at the bugs, until they formed into three women. Each wore a black dress with a hood over their heads, a sickle in hand.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I watched as two of them circled around to be behind me.

“Oh don’t they smell so distinct. So new. I bet Mother will make a whole new label for this one. Maybe Mother will let us help if we ask nicely, Daniela." The brunette laughed as she looked to the redhead, extending her sickle out towards my wrist as I snatched it away from her reach.

“Mmm, whatever Mother does with them, I'd like a little bit of a taste at least. They must be so delicious for Mother to dress them up like that, don't you think Cassandra?" The redhead laughed as she reached for the skirt of the dress I put on, rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

“Lets take them to Mother now. Maybe we can get a taste before she drains them completely, while they’re still so fresh." The blonde said, a smile breaking out on her features after she spoke.

The swarm returned, definitely with less of them this time, and the three women remained almost in sight. Cassandra and Daniela grabbed at my arms and lifted me up, the unnamed blonde grabbing my feet as I began to kick.

“Put me down! Don't you take me anywhere! Get your hands off of me!" I shouted at the three, getting nothing but laughs and giggles in response.

Soon, I was dropped into a room where a bed sat in the corner near a fireplace. Lady Dimitrescu sat in the chair nearby.

“Oh thank you girls. Lets get a look at them now that they’re all cleaned up." Lady Dimitrescu said as she stood from her chair and turned to see me. Stepping close to me, she examined my hair, my hands, every part of my skin she could see before she continued, "Now what is your name, hm? I'm sure you have one."

Hesitantly, I gave her my name and she repeated it a few times, testing the way it rolled off her tongue. She paused before smiling sweetly at me.

"Lovely. But I think I'll just call you... Pet."

"Mother. We were wondering if you'd let us have a taste of them before you drained them. I've never smelt anything as strong as their blood." The blonde said before Lady Dimitrescu could continue.

Drain? My blood? That's what they were talking about, she’s going to drain me like I’m some animal? Oh God, I really am going to die here!

"Oh but I won't drain them completely. That would be such a waste when they can always make more blood. Besides, I don't want to drain them until we can make sure that Mr. Winters won't be a hassle or a distraction."

Lady Dimitrescu returned to her seat, leaving me to the whim of her daughters. Daniela swarmed me, faster than the other two. She began lifting my arms, studying me, smelling me.

"Girls, take them out for now. Do treat them well. There won't be anything for you to have if you don't." Lady Dimitrescu warned.

The three girls once again assumed their swarm-like forms, lifting me and taking me out of the room. I could hardly see where we were going as fast as they were, but soon we ended up in another sitting room. It was well lit with a fireplace on one side, couches nearby and a table between them.

The three set me down before taking form themselves, still almost circling me in a predatory way. I cleared my throat uncomfortably, stepping past the blonde whose name I hadn't learned yet.

Daniela followed close behind me, sitting very close to me on the couch. She hummed, giggling every now and then as she played with my still damp hair.

"You know what, I think I like you. You and your warm, fleshy skin." She giggled out, poking my cheek with her very cold finger.

“You have no reason to like them. And you shouldn't like them anyway. They’re just something new for us to enjoy. To eat." Cassandra said as she rolled her eyes at Daniela, sitting directly across from me on the other couch.

My hair was grabbed and gently tugged from behind me, my head forced to look straight when I tried to look behind me.

"Bela's just doing your hair so it’s out of your face. Mother did tell us to treat you well, after all."

“That's pointless." Cassandra huffed out, leaning back on the couch as she continued to watch me. Her sickle lay across her lap, her fingers tracing the sharp curve of the blade as she stared me down.

“I'm not sure what's gotten into you, Cassandra. Such the trouble maker." Bela seemed to taunt as she began braiding my hair into one tight braid.

"Well clearly I'm not in the mood for your mocking, sister."

“Yes, that much I can tell. Anyone with enough sense would be able to." Bela muttered the last bit to herself, but still loud enough for Cassandra to hear.

Daniela giggled from where her head lay on my lap as she watched her two sisters begin to argue. Looking up at me, she mouthed, "This will be good."

“That's enough, Bela! It's hard enough to have to sit in front of my next meal and watch it be spoiled! I don't need you antagonizing me!"

"Of course you can't stand that they’re being spoiled, you're too impatient to help yourself!" Bela shot back as she finished with my hair, stepping around to be beside the couch I sat on.

"Look at you! And Daniela! And Mother too! All of you are just all over them! They’re nothing but our meat and you're acting like you care about them!"

"You're just jealous, aren't you? Would you like for me to do your hair, too? Give you a nice bath?" Bela poked at Cassandra, throwing her head back with a laugh.

Cassandra shot out of her seat, almost leaping over the table between us to get at Bela. Daniela squealed and then laughed as she did, grabbing me and throwing both of us to the other end of the couch. The clanging of metal on metal was heard as Bela protected herself from Cassandra's relentless swinging of her sickle.

“What do you think you're doing!" Lady Dimitrescu's voice erupted from the doorway, sending Bela zipping away from Cassandra. Daniela stopped laughing shortly after she came in. Her smile stayed but I watched as she swallowed hard, nervous of what was to come.

"Nothing, Mother. Just some rough play." Bela tried, Lady Dimitrescu shaking her head.

“No, don't you try to hide anything from me. I told you to treat them well, and the first thing I catch you doing is fighting, with your weapons, right next to them. How lovely." Lady Dimitrescu's voice was filled with sarcasm, her heels clicking as she approached.

“All three of you go. It doesn't matter where, just be separate. Until you can calm down enough to not let our guest be caught in the crossfire, do you understand me?"

All three girls nodded, saying "yes Mother" before leaving the room. Lady Dimitrescu sighed before rubbing her temple.

"Do they do that often?" I wondered aloud, looking to Lady Dimitrescu as she waved for me to follow her.

“Generally, no. They're sisters and they're young. It can't be helped that they'll argue and fight now and again." Lady Dimitrescu lead me out of the room, through the castle until we reached a wine cellar. She pulled two bottles out of their slots, beckoning me to follow her once again.

I followed her into yet another sitting room, but this one had a piano near the fireplace. The fireplace already lit, the curtains shut. The room had a nice atmosphere to it.

"While we let the girls unwind, I figure I can help you to unwind, too. And a glass of wine always helps me." Lady Dimitrescu offered, pouring me a glass from one of the bottles. She poured herself a glass from the other bottle.

“What's the difference? Between the two bottles."

“Oh you won't want try mine, Pet. You'll find it has too much... iron." Lady Dimitrescu chuckled to herself, not noticing the sweat beginning to form on my forehead. Can she hear my heartbeat picking up?

"What's wrong, Pet? Not a fan of wine?" She guessed before sipping on her own wine.

"No, I just... um... you're not trying to get me drunk so you can kill me, are you?" I asked timidly, worried that I may actually be right.

Lady Dimitrescu looked surprised at first before she threw her head back with a laugh, holding her hat with her free hand so it wouldn't fall off.

"Oh of course not, Pet! I like you too much to inebriate you and then kill you. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself before I do kill you." After she spoke, I nodded slowly before reaching out and grabbing my own glass. Taking small sips from the glass, I listened to the fire crackle and the wood occasionally pop as Lady Dimitrescu and I drank in silence. Deep down, I couldn’t help the panic starting to set in.

#reader insert #x reader #smut #flirty #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #lady beneviento #lord moreau #lord heisenberg #mother miranda #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 2 - Mr. Winters

Warnings: blood, violence

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: A stranger enters the village, asking for your help in finding his daughter. Unbeknownst to you, this was likely the worst decision you could’ve made as you land right in Mother Miranda’s hands

It was day now.

The woman, myself, and the other guest at the Inn were huddled in the backroom behind the front counter. I sat across from the door, small pistol in hand as the other two were against the wall away from me. The woman still sobbed faintly as the middle aged man next to her tried to be of some comfort. I learned that the woman's name was Joanna, her husbands name had been Danny. The other guest was named Markus, a trader new to the area.

My eyes focused on my hands for a moment. All I could seem to focus on, if I wasn't looking at the door, was the dried blood on my hands. My dress. How could I have so heartlessly just shoved her husband out the window like that? I didn't hesitate, I didn't think, I just... pushed him out.

I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head, trying to cast out images of the monsters teeth. Its blood-stained mouth. The sounds of tearing flesh.

Markus and Joanna suddenly silenced themselves as the bell to the front door rang. My eyes darted up to the door before I hesitantly crawled to it, peeking through the keyhole.

I watched as the stranger rummaged through the drawers behind the counter. He was dressed like an outsider, a tourist. Blood stained his clothes, but it didn't appear to be his own.

Standing up and gently knocking on the door, I unlocked it and slowly pulled it open enough to speak. I had startled him but not enough to make him shoot.

"Sir, you shouldn't be here. There's no lock on that front door, the monsters will get you before you can even blink." I warned, slowly opening the door more as the man turned to face me. I cringed inwardly as my eyes landed on his left hand, bandaged and bloody, missing his last two fingers.

"I'm not worried about them. How long have you been in there?" He questioned, opening the door all the way and glancing into the room to see Markus and Joanna behind me.

“Since the early morning hours, all three of us. Is it safe out there?" I asked cautiously, my eyes nervously landing on the front door before returning to the blond strangers face.

“I don't think it is. But I could use your help. If you're handy enough with that gun." He pointed to the weapon in my hand.

“I'm not the fastest aim but I can use it well enough. You don't seriously want me out there do you?"

"Yes, actually, I kinda do. I'm looking for my daughter, her name is Rose. She's just a baby but I think someone brought her here. I was directed to the castle up the hill as a place to look for her." He informed me, stepping into the room behind me.

The castle? Of all places for a baby, the castle? Who in their right mind would put a baby there?

“Look, Mr..."

“Winters. But you can just call me Ethan."

“Mr. Winters. Ethan. That castle is no place a baby would go. I'm happy to help you get up there so you can see for yourself, but I refuse to go inside with you. It's more dangerous inside than you'd think."

"That'll work for me. You two can come with if you want. If not... stay in here I guess. And we can come back to get you out of here." Ethan said to Joanna and Markus.

With a sigh and shrug, Markus left Joanna and walked to Ethan.

"What?! You're insane!" Joanna shouted at Markus, scrambling to her feet to follow him.

"I either die in here or die out there. What difference does it make if I'm huddled inside with you or outside with them?" Markus reasoned, grabbing a fire poker from beside the fireplace before continuing, "I might as well even go in that castle with him! I see no harm in being useful at the end of my life."

And so the four of us, an ill-equipped and odd party for sure, left the safety of the Inn, following Ethan through the village towards the castle. My eyes caught the fire in the distance, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Luiza...?" I asked softly, catching Ethan's apologetic glance.

"One of the men there turned into a monster. No one made it out. I'm sorry." He replied, trying to be sincere.

As we continued and neared the castle, my stomach began to twist and turn into knots. Joanna kept falling behind, she couldn't keep up. Or didn't want to.

Something was wrong. Ethan, Markus, and I made it to the entrance of the castle, only to hear Joanna screaming behind us.

Trailing at the back of our party, Joanna came sprinting up the hill being chased by three of the monsters. Ethan shoved past me and Markus, running out towards her.

But the monsters got her first.

Knocking her to the ground they... started to drag her off? They weren't tearing her apart. Kicking and screaming, Joanna cussed and threatened them like the monsters would care. She called out for her dead husband.

Ethan shot at the monsters but it garnered no reaction, only growls of anger at the assault. Ethan slowed his run to a stop as Joanna was dragged out of sight, up and over a castle wall we had no way around.

"Damn it!" Ethan shouted, picking up a rock and sending it flying into the castle wall. Markus and I remained silent. Turning to Markus to make a remark, I found him to be missing.

"Ethan! He's gone! Markus is gone!" I shouted, running out of the castle entrance to him.

"Gone? How?! You were right next to him how could he have gone far!" Ethan shouted as he ran back into the castle entrance and down the long, cave-like hall. I couldn't understand why a strangers disappearance bothered him so much. He was here to save his daughter, not us.

Picking up the skirt of my dress, I ran in after him only to freeze as I caught up. Stood with his back to me was a man with a trench coat and hat, shaggy looking hair, and an incredibly large hammer made of all kinds of metal over his shoulder. Ethan stood facing me, eyes darting to me before focusing again on the man. There were little metal bits floating everywhere, and clearly I had missed whatever the two initially exchanged.

All at once, the floating bits of metal in the air seemed to swarm Ethan, dragging him down to the ground as some metal tool landed in Ethan's chest, digging its way into his skin but stopping before going very deep.

"Mother Miranda is going to love you." The man said before starting to laugh.

I held my breath as I watched Ethan crumple to the ground completely and ultimately get knocked out, the man still laughing. Slowly I began to back out of the room, but froze as the man stood from where he was crouched over Ethan, smirking at me over his shoulder.

"Don't worry. I didn't forget about you."

And just like that, the world became black around me and I fell to the rough floor.

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I woke up slowly, my eyes focusing on the five... six? Figures in the room. The Lords of the village... Oh God, the man in the trench coat was one of Miranda's Lords and I tried to run from him. I was utterly and completely doomed.

Lord Heisenberg and Lady Beneviento looked very much the same as I remembered them from the many years ago they were last seen. Lady Dimitrescu was.... bigger. So much taller it didn't even seem possible. Lord Moreau was also... different. I wasn't sure it was even him really. There was the little doll too. Cracked and wearing a wedding dress with a high, annoying voice.

Then there she was. Mother Miranda herself, the metal beaked mask she wore being key to recognizing her. And her piercing stare was unmistakable.

The doll and Moreau crowded me and the three people waking up next to me. Both eager to get a look as Heisenberg and Lady Dimitrescu argued with each other and tried to convince Mother Miranda of... something.

"Oooh they're waking up! They're waking up!" The doll squealed before roughly shoving Moreau out of her way as she screamed, "Move it, freak! Let me seeeee!"

A quick scan of the bodies next to me revealed them to be Ethan, Joanna, and Markus. Each waking up slowly, coming to their senses, and taking in the scene before us.

"Mother Miranda, just give the man to me. My daughters and I can handle him and dispose of him properly. You may as well give Heisenberg someone less dangerous, someone he can actually handle." Lady Dimitrescu spoke from her chair, smoking casually as she stared at Mother Miranda. I could hardly hear a word she said between the noises Moreau was making and the doll's continued screaming.

Heisenberg sat forward on the pew he was on, opening his mouth to speak before he lashed out at the doll and Moreau, "Both of you shut the fuck up!"

Moreau and the doll instantly silenced themselves, the doll returning to Lady Beneviento and Moreau resigning himself to stand out of sight.

"Mother Miranda, I found him. At least give him to me so his death can provide some entertainment for all of us, not just her and her freaky daughters. Any one of them will make good entertainment for her and the three crazies.”

"You watch your tone about my daughters!" Lady Dimitrescu warned from her seat. Heisenburg stood and in response, Lady Dimitrescu stood to face him, the two now in an all out screaming match as the little doll encouraged the fighting from where she sat.

"ENOUGH!" Mother Miranda's voice rang out in the church building, six wings unfolding from her body and stretching out fully behind her. I was in awe and terrified completely.

"Heisenberg, Ethan is yours. Alcina. I expect you not to question my decisions or disrespect them, you know the consequences."

"Yes, Mother Miranda." Lady Dimitrescu responded, her tone empty but the glare she gave to Heisenberg said it all. He just gave a smug look in response.

"Select one, the rest of you. Do with them as you wish but you know your boundaries. Then you may start your... demonstration, Heisenberg."

Lady Dimitrescu stood once more, walking over and stopping in front of Joanna. She grabbed hold of Joanna's arm, ignoring her panicked scream and ran a gloved finger across the cut on Joanna's forehead. She slid the finger into her mouth, face scrunching in disgust at the taste of her blood.

"You're not the one that smells so divine. No, that must be... you." Lady Dimitrescu's eyes fell upon me as she stepped in front of me.

"Mother Miranda, you can't just let her taste them until she picks one, that's disgusting." Heisenberg tried to pick at Lady Dimitrescu just a little bit more, waiting impatiently for her to finish.

“Shut up, child." With a flick of her wrist, Lady Dimitrescu produced a knife that had an intricate silver handle. Snatching my wrist, Lady Dimitrescu held my hand palm up and cut into it just enough to draw blood.

I yelped as she cut into my hand, panic filled me and I tried to rip my hand away from her, even though I had the sense that she'd be too strong. I watched in horror as Lady Dimitrescu sucked the blood from the cut on my hand, a grin forming on her features as her eyes lit up.

“Yes, this ones mine. They’ll work perfectly." And with not a word more, keeping hold of my wrist, Lady Dimitrescu led me to where her large chair was and stood near it. She kept me within her sight even as she let go of my wrist.

Mother Miranda glanced at me, eyeing me up and down silently before she locked eyes with Lady Dimitrescu. Neither said a word, but Lady Dimitrescu nodded in some kind of silent agreement.

The little doll practically flew from Lady Beneviento's lap and grabbed onto Joanna's short hair, somehow dragging her towards Lady Beneviento while screaming “this one! This one!” as Lady Beneviento soothed her with, "Of course this one, Angie."

Moreau was much gentler, simply grabbing and leading Markus to be near where he had stood.

"Finally! Now the show can start!" Heisenberg shouted as he eagerly stood from his seat. Monsters began to fill in up above us, growling and snarling.

"Lycans and gentlemen! We thank you for waiting! Now the game can begin."

Heisenberg announced before crouching down in front of Ethan. He said something I couldn't quite hear before standing back up, lifting the hammer above his head, and slamming it down on the chains that had bound Ethan to the floor. He was deemed the most dangerous.

Heisenberg began to count down as Ethan was being cornered by the monsters I now assumed to be Lycans. With nowhere to go as Heisenberg reached zero, Ethan jumped into the hole in the church floor and disappeared from sight.

"Come now. We'll be leaving so we can get you changed." Lady Dimitrescu said, making her way to the exit. I looked at the other Lords in the room, suddenly uncomfortable and worried for myself as they all watched and waited to see if I'd follow her. After one hesitant step, I turned and almost ran to where she waited for me.

#reader insert #x reader #flirty #smut #re8 #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu #alcina demitriscu #donna beneviento #lady beneviento #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 1 - Stupid Tourists

Warnings: blood, violence, gore(?), mild swearing

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Livestock going missing soon turns into people going missing as tensions rise in your village. All it takes is one fateful night, and the monsters behind all of it descend upon your village

My day starts with a stretch. A stretch and a yawn, no matter how much sleep I had gotten. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, walk to the framed picture of Mother Miranda, and give a quick prayer I had been taught to say every morning. As God-like as she is, this village is lucky she protects us as much as she does. As much as she claims to protect us, anyway.

Next I get dressed. I wear some of my old clothes and step into the backyard, feeding the chickens and pig. I named the pig Harold even though Dad had said it was useless to name him. He said I'd get too attached to the animal and we wouldn't be able to kill it for meat later.

Well he's definitely wrong about that. The pig's always been the meanest inconvenience, knocking his head into my shins every time I'm even near him. Lately he's been trying to escape every time the gate is open too. His odd behavior started sometime last week. Same goes for the chickens.

Once the animals are fed, I make sure the house is clean for the day. Being the last to leave the house means I have to make sure it's clean.

The house clean, I change into my work clothes, treading carefully along the dirt roads in order to avoid needing to go back home and change into something clean. And before long I'm at the Inn where Mom has already started to clean the rooms from the previous guests.

"Mom? Do you need any help?" I call out, waiting for only a moment before she emerges from the furthest room.

"No, Darling, the rooms are already done. Only two were used last night and they weren't very dirty. The beds have new linens and all."

I nod, heading back behind the counter and taking my seat by the room keys. My job is to act as room service. I serve meals that Mom cooks, I give the room keys, superficial cleaning while guests are staying here, and I help with luggage that isn't too heavy. Mom handles the money, the cooking, and thoroughly cleaning once guests check out. Dad acts as a bodyguard really but he also watches the Inn at night. Being a light sleeper means he can get rest but will wake up as soon as the bell is rung to help any guests.

The bell above the door rings as Dad and Mr. Taron from next door come in, both plopping down on the couches by the fireplace, both out of breath.

“And I can't believe how many animals they've gotten. We can't just sit back and let them kill all the livestock they can get their claws on. We won't have enough meat to last the winter. Hell, we might not even HAVE meat for the winter if something doesn't change." Mr. Taron griped, rubbing his hands together. He was shifting back and forth, very anxious.

I glanced at my Mom, barely catching the worried glance she had sent towards the two men. She likes to think I should be oblivious to issues in the village but I disagree, I'm old enough to know. It's too late for me to not know anyway.

Animals, the suspicion being wolves, had been killing livestock at night. An alarming amount of livestock were dying, and this was putting too much stress on the village. The tension in the air thick as people were torn between praying to Mother Miranda for protection or blaming her for not protecting us enough.

"Dearest? I have to let you know something. Both of you, actually," Dad spoke up, looking to me and Mom. He looked worried, taking a deep breath before continuing with, "Terrence and his fiancée went missing last night, taken from their tavern as they were closing up. I have to ask both of you to be home before dark tonight."

My blood ran cold, heart skipping a beat. Their tavern was only a couple buildings away from our Inn. Mom and I would leave here about the same time they start to clean up and close. I waved goodbye to them just last night. Mom and I could have gone missing too.

"Don't worry my Love, we'll head home before it's too dark." Mom reassured him, sending him a look of concern and love.

Dad and Mr. Taron left shortly after to continue on with work. There were no guests for the Inn that day. Mom and I walked home in silence, sharing nothing but the sounds of our steps. Worry filled both of us.

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The next week followed the same schedule. Wake up, chores, go to the Inn, go home. I had stopped giving thanks to Mother Miranda.

Maybe it would be bad luck but... something had started to feel off about the picture I had of her. I had even laid it flat so I couldn’t feel her staring into me, even if it was just a picture.

Every day that week, more livestock died. And more people were going missing. That quiet panic was starting to set in, hardly anything was said between any two people walking down the same street. It was eerie. Uncomfortable.

Today, Mom and I both sat behind the counter waiting for Dad to come replace us for the night. But the darker the sky became, the more Mom paced. The more my leg bounced. The more I picked at the stitching on my dress. The guest who had checked in earlier was quiet in his room.

"That's it. I'm looking for him." Mom blurted out, snatching her coat and an old lantern that hadn't been touched in who knows how long.

“No! Mom, it's not safe! Just... please... stay, he'll come to us. Don't go out there. Don't leave me."

“Darling, I need to find your Father. I bet he's just... with Mr. Taron. Yes... He and Mr. Taron had an afternoon drink and are asleep in our front room."

I leapt from where I sat on the stool, rushing to her and grabbing her free arm as she finished lighting the lantern, desperation filling me as my eyes watered and my voice wavered as I spoke, "Mom please! Don't! It's not safe out there!" Her arms wrapped around me tightly, a kiss planted on the top of my head.

"Stay here, Darling. Keep your Fathers chair warm. Keep his gun handy. I'll be back before you know it. And I'll have your Father with me."

One final squeeze and just like that... she was gone. She had pushed away from me and was out the door. Silence. For a long time, there was silence. Trembling, I went and sat back behind the counter. I pulled his gun from it's hiding spot and placed it in my lap. It was heavy, as small as it was. Threatening.

It felt like an eternity had passed. And the door opened, much to my disappointment it was two tourists. A man and woman. They looked foreign to the village, their clothes being more modern to the cities outside.

"Um, hello?" I shook my head, looking to the man who was now standing at the counter trying to get my attention.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I was just expecting someone else. How can I help you?"

“My wife and I would like to rent a room. For tonight and tomorrow. We're backpacking through Europe right now for our honeymoon. Thinking about sticking around here tomorrow to explore the village. Got anything interesting around here?" The man bombarded me with the information as he put Lei on the counter.

I muttered an answer and then counted out the Lei in silence, handing back his change. I filled out the ledger after asking for their names and filling out how much they paid, how long they would stay.

An awkward silence fell over the three of us, the woman coughing uncomfortably at my silence. The man took their room key from me and ushered himself and his new wife to their room. I know I shouldn't behave so oddly in front of guests, paying customers too. But with Mom and Dad both gone, in the dark, with all the possibility in the world to get hurt... my mind could only focus on listening for screams, sounds of danger. Or for the wonderful ring of the bell above the doorway. Any sign that they were back.

With thoughts and hopes of their return filling my mind, I laid my head on the counter, watching the doorway. And by some miracle, sleep came over me, even if for a little while.

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I jolted awake to the sound of a scream, nearly sending the gun on my lap to the floor as I stood. Setting the small yet daunting weapon on the counter, I ran to the source of the scream to find that tourist woman standing almost outside their room, pointing at the window and going on about a man. The other guest was now awake, peeking his head out his door so he could watch everything happening. Her husband was looking outside, trying to find whoever it was she was pointing out.

"He was there! I swear he was! He was just staring at me! He was breathing so hard he was fogging up the window!" She screamed with conviction, holding tightly to the blanket she held around herself.

"You didn't warn me that you had peeping toms circling the damn place," Her husband accused, turning to face me, "That's the second time she's seen someone outside! The first time he paused to look in then ran off, so I ignored it. Maybe he's just walking home. But that? You didn't warn us about it, I want my money back."

I stood frozen for a moment, not sure what to do. I'd never watched over the Inn by myself, I had never dealt with issues like this.

“Look, I didn't know we had anyone who did that. It must be new because I've never had any complaints. And you could've just closed the curtains the first time." I tried to reason, not sure what to say to make him back off.

“God, you have no clue what you're doing! I'll deal with the asshole myself." The man grumbled under his breath, turning back to the window and throwing it open.

And then it happened. So fast. Too fast. He stuck his head and almost whole upper body outside, screaming into the early morning air for the peeper to come back so he could be 'taught a lesson.'

His screams went silent, and became a gurgle. He stumbled back into the room, turning to his wife as deep red blood began to leak down his neck and front of his chest. He seemed to mouth the word 'help' but I wasn't sure. The woman and I began to scream as a feral looking man now stood in front of the window.

In one hand it held what looked like a sickle, covered in the mans dark blood. It grabbed a hold of the mans head with its free hand and dug his claws into the mans head, yanking him backwards to the window before sinking his jaws around the mans open throat.

Still screaming, the woman ran to the window and weakly fought for her husbands body between her screams and sobs. I didn't realize I had stopped screaming until I saw the feral mans eyes dart from his prey to myself and the woman.

Adrenaline flooded my system as I ran to the woman, shoving her aside before pushing her husbands body the rest of the way out the window, slamming it shut and locking it. Though I knew the lock would do nothing to protect us.

My ears started to ring, and the woman's threats and profanities became distant to me as my eyes were locked with those of the feral man. He wasn't even a man. Claws and sharp teeth, a predatory look in the animal-like features of his face. Covered in blood, fresh and old, and his eyes seemed to glow as he stared me down.

Then in a flash, the feral man sank to his knees and began feasting on the dead mans body. My hearing returned, though the only sounds to be heard were that of the woman sobbing on her knees at my feet, and the tearing of flesh barely muffled by the window.

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Table of Contents for ‘The Will of Mother’

Summary: You lived a quiet life in the village you called home, helping to run your families little inn. But the livestock begin to go missing throughout the night, and act up during the day. People begin to go missing throughout the night. Then the monsters come. And now you find yourself stuck with an outsider searching for his daughter as you both fight your way through the village and its Lords

Chapter 1 - Stupid Tourists

Chapter 2 - Mr. Winters

Chapter 3 - Castle Dimitrescu

Chapter 4 - Never Felt Better

Chapter 5 - In Your Arms

Chapter 6 - Storms of the Mind

Chapter 7 - Traitor and Lover

Chapter 8 - Love Long Forgotten

Chapter 9 - Terrible Listener

Chapter 10 - Wasted Potential

Chapter 11 - Puppet on a String

Chapter 12 - Demon Reservoir

Chapter 13 - Dangerous Games

Chapter 14 - Unfortunate Consequences

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