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inazumafocus · 5 years

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Hewwo, my dear nene! I hope you're doing okay and that everything is going alright for you ;3; For the ship asks... Well, no surprise: KdFd XD And uuuh... HiroAtsu, if possible? XD

Hewwo sweet any~ I’m ok more or less, trying to relax due all this stress of the moving, so thank you for the ask, it helps me a lot💗 and I hope you’re doing great as well sweetie💗💗

KDFD

Who said “I love you” firstI know it might sound strange, but it was Fudou! Kidou is far too wrapped up in his own self doubts and overthinking and that stopped him from at first even acknowledging his feelings and then to said them out loud. So one day Fudou just EXPLODED because he couldn’t wait any longer and had to speak up what was in his heart. It was very loud and messy and at first Kidou said nothing because he was paralysed and half in denial and only in a second moment did he finally manage to say “I love you” back (after seeing his silence was hurting Fudou). And even then it wasn’t without a loooooot of overthinking about his dad and family situation, what that would mean for his future etc (to know more read the “first kiss” answer👀)

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundMmhh they both have the potential to do it, but this more when they’re adults and spend lots of time apart, then they would totally use a pic of them together as phone background AND WITHOUT KNOWING THEY USE THE EXACT SAME ONE BECAUSE THEY’RE TO BIG DORKS!

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorFudou would write something in the fog, a flirty/dumb message probably and Kidou would replay, always writing in the fog, to not write in the fog ‘cause he’s ruining the mirror (two loaf of idiot bread)-

Who buys the other cheesy giftsNeither? But also both? I mean they usually don’t but if they’ve been apart for a really long time they would eventually meet up and have both a silly present for the other, usually something that reminds them of shared memories like “a bouquet of the first flower you ever picked for me” or “that sweet you always eye inside that bakery’s window every time we visit that one city”

Who initiated the first kissTying this to the very first question, it was Fudou once again to initiate things between them, because they’re like that example of two introverts going out and one of them having to act as an extrovert to make the other relax and feel safe while they handle everything, just that this time they’re two teenagers who don’t like to show their emotions that much ao Fudou HAS to break from his own mind state and just say stuff, take Kidou’s face in his hands and KISS HIM TO SHUT HIM UP!Because he was spiraling with doubts and stupid worries instead of giving in to what he truly wanted.The kiss was initially BAM two mouths crashing together bc of the impact but an instant later Fudou was kissing him softly, conveying all his feelings in sweet slow movements and he felt Kidou melting in his hands until he was relaxed enough to reciprocate.Fudou is Kidou’s oxygen after all ;^)

Who kisses the other awake in the morningFudou wakes up first but doesn’t wake Kidou up because he knows he’s been up until very late, so he just sneaks out of bed and does his things, starts to get breakfast ready etc.Then Kidou would sneak behind him, kiss his shoulders and neck up to his cheeks, still half asleep while Fudou cooks and they’d smile and faintly chuckles-

Who starts tickle fightsFUDOU! FOR REVENGE!! Also because he found out Kidou is ticklish on his hips and honestly he just loves his laugh-

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerThe both do, really, but the first time Kidou did was such a great, important step forward in their relationship! He gathered up all his courage, pushed aside all his fears and slide that door open to a very surprised Fudou.They didn’t even do anything nasty, but it was so intimate, they ran fingers across their hair, watching each other into naked eyes and exchanging soft brief butterfly kisses on lips, nose and forehead while the water poured over them...

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchTwo options: 1) Kidou forgot his lunch, once again, so Fudou had to go and give it to him with a good scold but also a kiss. 2) Kidou wanted to surprise his beloved one and kidnapped him to go at their favourite place to relax a bit together!

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateGosh they were both so shy and awkward, blushing like the crazy in love teens they were but also gathering up the guts to actually hold hands in public during the local fair. It took them a while to warm up at least a bit to all that PDA and ended up enjoying the date, winning prizes for the other and eating cotton candy and chocolate banana~

Who kills/takes out the spidersThey both kill them without blinking an eye, really!

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkKidou gets whiny when drunk and a bit sad, but he constantly brags about how much he loves his husband (those rare times he did get drunk for real, so like two MAX)

HIROATSU

Who said “I love you” firstMmhh it was probably Atsuya, muttering it while blushing and looking away with a cute frown on his face because he had to master up all his courage to say those three words and he’s rather shy when it comes to these things. He honestly wasn’t expecting much but Hiroto surprised him after a moment of silence bc he looked down and blushing as well while throwing one last rock at the river (which fell this time instead of skipping on the water) and just... muttered “this is so not cool” and Atsuya confused “what?” “You beating me to this whole confession things” and then Atsuya realises what he’s saying and they both stand in awkward silence before Hiroto prompts “so wanna go on a date or what”. It’s gonna take some time before he says those words as well...

Who would have the other picture as their phone backgroundI personally can’t see them doing it bc they’re both too prideful and shy, but they do pass lots of time on the other’s Instagram or through their own phone gallery 👀

Who leaves notes written in the fog on the bathroom mirrorThey actually do it together, art competitions using the fog and mirror as their battleground. They laugh and push each other slightly while smiling both at the obscene things they draw AND at the whole complicity surrounding them.

Who buys the other cheesy giftsI think neither of them is really a cheesy romantic guy? But then again, they are both pretty shy and not at all comfortable with expressing their feelings, so they’ll probably try to convey them in dumb yet meaningful gifts?? Like, if one of them has trouble sleeping the other would buy some relaxing herbal tea but with a butt shaped mug, you feel? They care but they’re dumb.

Who initiated the first kissAtsuya confessed first, Hiroto initiated the first kiss. This because Atsuya kinda pushed him to, he kept nagging him on how he didn’t believe he had ever kissed someone before and saying he probably didn’t even know how to kiss properly, so Hiroto just kinda turned around, took a handful of those pink orangish hair and pulled him into a kiss.Spoiler: it wasn’t the first kiss he gave, but the first chaste one yes. Because for how much he wanted to prove him wrong, deep down he wanted to woo gently and a bit seductively Atsuya, not rushing things like he’d usually do...

Who kisses the other awake in the morningThey’re both grumpy sleeping in guys, so whoever opens eyes first can either decide to pepper kiss the other’s face OR to just stare in awe watching the other sleep~

Who starts tickle fightsFingers are Atsuya’s weapon, he tackles Hiroto down and get his revenge for the chestnut pudding that scarface stole 😤

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerIt’s usually Atsuya despite the initial embarrass, and Hiroto accepts and lets him in wide eyed every time. And those are the times is Atsuya who tries to seduct Hiroto 👀

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchMmh probably Atsuya whenever he’s free? I think he asked Someoka some cooking advices and even if his stuff doesn’t look great like his, it tastes good and Hiroto dies internally because of the cute anxious faces Atsuya makes-

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateBOTH OMGS THEY WERE BOTH SO NERVOUS! Atsuya because he felt he had to beat all the other partners Hiroto ever had but he actually had no experience, while Hiroto was because he wanted for it to be perfect since, unknown to Atsuya, he never actually went to a date with someone he loved...

Who kills/takes out the spidersAtsuya. Hiroto just shrieks every time a spider gets at less than one meter from him and he’s lucky to have a mountain boyfriend with him~

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkThey’re both very loud drunks and those are the moments they have no inhibitions so they go all out. It’s usually a competition to whom screams more loudly and angrily that they love the other!

HOPE YOU LIKED THESE ANSWERS!

#inazuma eleven #kidou yuuto #fudou akio #kdfd #kidofudo #fubuki atsuya #kira hiroto #hiroatsu #8o #glacial gum #ask thingy #answer #ares no tenbin #orion no kokuin

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bettsplendens · 7 years

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This is based off of the endgame around Diablo 3. A lot of the angels ( http://diablo.wikia.com/wiki/Angel ) can be found in their Heavens, impaled on things or tied to walls, and it’s suggested that more are held captive in various places. There’s also a number stranded on Pandemonium, a demon-infested battleground between worlds. Sharpclaw and my Nephalem characters objected to that being allowed to continue.

I have and will be taking some liberties with angelic anatomy.

Warnings for implied torture, nothing explicit.

Basically, Sharpclaw rescues a large number of glowy, frightened cats.

They were all frightened at first.

The ones lost in Pandemonium were less afraid, still with some fight in them, but none had weapons to fight with. They tried, lashing out with gauntlets to claw into him, but failed to do any damage beyond deep scratches- which immediately had them retreating, frightened of the punishment that was sure to come.

The ones found impaled in the Heavens, transfixed with agony in their home that should have been safe, were shaky and too weak to fight. They tried, but failed again, not even leaving marks. They were the easiest to move, as well, low on energy and mass.

The ones rescued from torture pits were the worst. Many didn’t have enough energy to manifest their wings, if they even had their wings left, and they were all scarred and carved up and missing pieces of plating. And they were scared- shrieking terror or shutting down entirely when he reached for them, desperately struggling to escape as they were moved, but most of them crashed to the floor the second they got out of his arms. Which didn’t help their fear, only made it worse, and made it easy to tell when another former prisoner had been brought in.

The Pandemonium refugees swore furiously when carried, and the impaled ones hissed and grumbled as they were moved, but the tortured ones either screamed wordless terror or made absolutely no sound. And it was hard to decide which was worse- the screaming or the ones who were too broken to scream.

And none of them liked the person handling them.

The Nephilim? They killed demons. However powerful, however frightening they were, they had that going for them.

This?

This was a demon, or half-one. Larger than humans normally grew, and pale, incredibly pale. Red pupils, long, white hair, pale skin that easily showed bruises- he almost would have looked like something they were used to if not for a set of features that were distinctly inhuman.

Humans were not digitigrade. Humans walked flat on their feet and wore shoes, they didn’t walk on the last joints of long, clawed toes with thick pads. Humans did not have swishing tails as long as their legs, either. Most of all, humans did not have short, pointed horns rising from their brows. Humans didn’t have digitigrade legs, tails, and horns, but demons did.

This was a demon. However gently it carried them, however much it tried to whisper soothing things to them, it was a demon, and it was going to hurt them, they were certain of it.

Even if they were in a… strangely… comfortable place.

They were in a very large room inside of a stone building, a castle. The floor was badly shattered, and someone had hauled massive chunks of the stone into a large ring. The interior was filled with packed dirt which had been covered thickly with straw, forming a relatively soft surface that was about shoulder-height off the ground everywhere around it. The elevation was minor, but much better than being on the ground or in a pit, and it meant that they were together. They could press together with the worst injured inside, the healthier ones on the outside for protection, and surround the still-shaking ones with Angelic colors to help calm them.

Well. Calm them until every time the demon came back over. It was the only one large enough to carry them, so every new arrival who couldn’t walk was carried over to be placed on the plateau with the rest. Which frightened easily half of them every time, especially when the demon turned up wearing armor. Even when it spoke to them.

“Hey, look- I’m just a bit tired of you lot clawin’ my arms up. I don’t blame you, but that hurts. So… armor. It’s- I don’t think any of it is demonic? Just regular armor. It’s not gonna hurt you. Uh… right? What- are you all allergic to steel? No? Okay. I’m gonna leave you alone.”

Not terribly reassuring. The thing did seem to be telling the truth for now, though, it left every time it said it would. At least until it came back.

And the last time it came back, it smelled rather strongly of inhuman blood. One of their number was wrapped around its frame, claws dug into its shoulders, screaming battle cries and striking at his frame with wings that managed to badly singe its clothing despite being barely there. A warrior, despite everything, who refused to be pried off and put with the others. The demon wasn’t hurting the warrior, oddly enough, but clearly didn’t like this.

“Ow, ow, okay, can- can you not with the- ow, hey, I’m trying to put you down, can you- ow, all right, that’s- that’s my shoulder blade, I need that, can- ow, okay, I- fuck-“

The warrior’s last cry turned into a shriek of surprise as frost puffed out around their torso from somewhere around the demon’s mouth, and the demon took advantage of their surprise to grab them and pull them off-

A third of their number turned away and the rest bristled in anticipation of the punishment that had to be forthcoming-

And then the warrior was tossed unceremoniously up with the rest of them, and the demon backed away, swearing under its breath and shaking its singed hands. “Ow! Sorry about that, but you had your claws on some nerves or something, I- look, I was trying to put you down, I can’t really do that with your claws around my shoulder blades! I-I get that you don’t like me, I get that I scare you, but- if I wanted to hurt you, I would have already! I-I wouldn’t be doing this. So… can you just… not? Ow. Now I gotta go find healing potions again. Too bad those probably wouldn’t work on you lot.”

When the demon finally turned away, they were all torn between apprehension and pleasure at seeing just how badly their warrior (who is now shaking angrily and trying to scrape frost off their armor) had managed to claw its back up. The back of its shirt was a tattered ruin, and the skin of its back wasn’t much better.

Good.

Unfortunately, when it came back, it didn’t appear to be injured any longer. Nor was it wearing a shirt. Which revealed… nothing sinister. More pale-white skin, a few barely visible blood vessels, and an assortment of mostly-minor scars. None of them were really looking at the demon, though- they were looking at what was in its hand. It wasn’t holding another of them, but a clay jar with a few thin wisps of smoke coming out of it, which was very suspicious and more than a little bit unnerving. No matter what it was saying.

“Okay, look, I’m not up to anything- well, I am, but it’s not bad. This is a scent diffuser, it spreads smells around. It’s got some herbs in it right now, and a little candle, and it heats the herbs up and makes them give off good smells. It’s lavender, mostly, supposed to be calming. Look.”

Stepping a bit closer, the demon turned the jar around to show a small gap in the side, through which a tiny candle was visible. “It’s not anything dangerous. See? Just a tiny flame. I don’t know if lavender works on angels, I don’t even know if you guys can smell anything, but… it’s worth a try, right? It won’t hurt you, at least.”

They hissed angrily as the demon drew closer, but it only placed the jar on top of a slab of stone and backed away, leaving the jar there to continue giving off a scent.

Admittedly, the scent was… not objectionable. Not overly strong or cloyingly sweet, just… a scent. They backed away from it as far as possible nonetheless, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything unpleasant. Aside from… smoking faintly.

That was the last time one of their number was brought in, and no one else came close for long enough to let them settle and start talking among each other.

Inquiries about whether old friends were alive, questions about who knew what regarding their captor, about the Nephilim.

And none had any good answers.

Mostly, no, old friends were dead. Or were among the ones huddled silent, dim, scarred, and unrecognizable in the center of the mass. A few met old friends again, embracing and pressing tightly together, and refused to be pried apart- they needed the familiarity.

No one knew what to make of the Nephilim, and quite a few arguments stirred up over the topic. They were terrifying, that was certain, powerful enough to take down even an Archangel. For the moment, their attentions seemed to be focused on eradicating evil, but they were humans. Violent, unpredictable, unsteady-minded humans. They could turn on a moment’s notice, that much was certain, the question was of whether they would.

And the demon… that was the thing that had them all the most confused. It looked like a relatively composed demon, but it bled like a human, albeit with a strange smell. The frost, urgh- that could have been a spell, but the breath origins made it seem demonic. It was warm, though, frost or not- it was warm through its clothing. None of them really knew how warm humans were supposed to be, but it certainly wasn’t demon-hot.

Must have been a hybrid, they decided, a human and a demon breeding somewhere. Which made it three-quarters demon, which was close enough to fully demonic for them to continue thinking of it as a demon. That was all it was, after all. Even if it was… strangely gentle. Because that had to be a trick, it did- that was the one thing they agreed on.

Well. Most of them.

A few disagreed. The quieter ones, weaker, still shaking off the phantom sensations of chains and blades. When nudged, they spoke softly of powerful hands putting shears to work against their bonds, pulling barbs from their frames, a pale figure whispering reassurance before breathing frost against overheated plating. They hadn’t enjoyed the various modes of transport, any of them, but he’d settled them gently in the wagon and had carried them carefully despite their struggling.

One of them who still smelled faintly of smoke had something written on their chest, something which, upon inspection, was a sigil written in charcoal. The sigil was cold to the touch, applied over plating that had been near-melted by hellfire, and cooled any scorched plating brought near it. Several of them wanted to remove the sigil, thinking it harmful, but the scorched one retreated further and guarded it with both arms until they stopped. And the sigil… didn’t seem to be doing any harm. It was a design they didn’t recognize, not demonic in origin.

Eventually, they were distracted from their discussion by the approach of… something. Something strange enough to bring many of them to that edge of the plateau to stare. It looked almost like them, a suit of armor with empty spaces in the joints, but it didn’t smell like them. Nor did it have any light to it, anywhere. And it smelled of flame, that had some of them very concerned, but it was approaching calmly enough- and they were curious. A construct, maybe? They’d never seen the likes, but it could have been one. It was definitely animate, and it chirruped a friendly noise up at them as it approached.

Questioning it yielded no clear answers, though. Either it couldn’t speak, or it didn’t want to. It just reached up to set two buckets of water near them, then added a few coarse cloths. Dipping one of the cloths into the water, the construct (?) scrubbed rather blatantly at its own arm, evidently demonstrated, then put the cloth back. Head tilted, it walked slowly around the platform, looking up at them, then waved slightly and left.

Concerning, but no direct threat, and many of them jumped at the chance to get the filth off their frames. The water was clean, the cloths were soft, and they weren’t about to stay this dirty for any longer. Not when none of them were strong enough to burn their own frames clean.

Oddly considerate of their captors.

Probably bait.

Nevertheless… this wasn’t the worst situation any of them had been in. Nice, if not for their suspicion.

They were still suspicious, though.

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moonlightfiction · 5 years

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Chapter 16 - Part 1

And now, the stone is rolling

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CHAPTER 16 - The broken truce

Lady Ludis was a plain woman. Despite her sister having been the Grand Duchess of Gladius, Ludis didn’t look anything like nobility.

At least not from where Frecker was standing.

Maybe it really was just the distance between them. From here on the wall, Frecker could count the people that were on Ludis’s side.

Fifteen … Twenty … Twenty-three.

Twenty-three was of course an impressive number. It had been enough to keep Filian in check. It also would have been enough to assassin the Grand Duke if it came to it in the palace. But not here.

With the help of Geet, Filian was able to break free. If the citizens of the alchemist’s stronghold decided to become an angry mob right now, Ludis’s men would stand no chance.

Frecker looked at the Grand Duke to see the man’s decision, just like everyone else on the wall.

Despite everything, Falenyo had a worried gaze on her face, whereas Enver, as he was thrown into these political quarrels, looked slightly confused.

They had told the boy a bit about what was going to happen while they had been on the griffons. But it surely wasn’t nowhere enough.

The hand resting on the sword’s hilt tightened its grip for a little, when Frecker looked at Ludis and her men once more.

He knew that it had been a great honor for Falenyo to have been chosen. But as her guardian, he didn’t like it. There was no reason for a priestess to dabble into political arguments. It would help spreading the faith, yes, but … it was simply dangerous.

“Let me go first,” the Grand Duke finally said. “She’s my sister-in-law, after all, maybe, we can simply talk.”

His voice was steady but there was worry in his face. It must be hard to judge over a family member.

Yet, Frecker wasn’t very worried about the Grand Duke. Just like his children, he surely must have been able to read thoughts. In that case, Lady Ludis wouldn’t be able to fool the man.

The Grand Duke looked at his children.

Ronald clung onto the cape of his father.

But his sister had already nodded. Constance stepped towards the little boy and softly nudged him away from the ruler.

The father’s advisor was about to move, but the Grand Duke lifted his hand. “No, it’s alright. I’ll talk with her alone. More than that might agitate her soldiers. And,” he looked at the other man softly, “I’ll also talk some sense into your son.”

As no one objected, the Grand Duke hurried down to the stairs and let the gates be opened for him.

All this time, Lady Ludis had simply waited. After she had appeared, she had told her men to lower the weapons. As if she had expected that her brother-in-law would come.

Frecker’s grip around the hilt got so tight, that it must have shown. Because at that time, Falenyo put a hand on her guardian’s.

Surprised, he looked at the little priestess. A little sigh came over his lips, and he tried his best to give a reassuring smile. Protecting someone also meant not to let them feel one’s own uncertainty.

The Grand Duke proceeded to walk to his sister-in-law. He didn’t look like he was in any hurry. There was no immediate danger, too, after all.

“I don’t like this …” Ina suddenly whispered. She edged towards the end of the wall and narrowed her eyes. “The portal is still open.”

Everyone’s gaze turned to her.

Enver seemed a bit timid, but he spoke his mind, “What does that mean?”

Ina looked at the boy. A frown showed her suspicion towards him. Nonetheless, she answered, “Depending on your strength, you can open a portal between worlds for a limited time. Either that, or if you’re even stronger, you can decide, how many people you want to let through. It helps avoiding pursuers … especially because there is a limit on how many people you can let through.”

The cat lady turned and glanced at the portal. Her eyes must have been better than the rest because Frecker couldn’t notice a thing.

“But that portal … it’s been open much longer than it should be able for a human …”

“So, you mean …” Constance started and made a step towards the edge of the wall. The princess also narrowed her eyes trying to find what Ina could see. Her gaze was fixed on her father, a hand clenched over her breasts.

Now, the Grand Duke has reached Lady Ludis. More or less at least, because he kept a safe distance. They seemed to be simply talking. As if they were catching up after not having seen each other for a long time.

Even the soldiers hadn’t neither pulled their weapons nor shown any hostility. Ronald ran towards his sister and hugged her legs. Just like her, he kept his gaze steady on his father. Despite his young age, he did his best giving of a brave demeanor.

Frecker had had the same gaze back as a little boy when recruiters for the army had shown up at his door. Seeing that made the guardian sure that Ronald one day would make a fine prince a whole nation would look up to.

The royal siblings were too far away to get any thoughts from the little group of people. Hence, they could only wait and worry.

Especially when Frecker saw the little prince, he had the urge to pet the little boy. But since he was in no place to do such a thing, he settled with petting Falenyo.

The priestess flinched under his sudden touch. But then she just lifted both hands and put them onto his.

Ina’s words had unsettled everyone. Now they could just wait and hope something could come that would reassure them.

“There is something …”

Enver’s sudden words got everyone’s attention.

They turned to him, and Frecker raised an eyebrow. The boy was looking at the place Ina had been looking at before. But his gaze seemed so distant. As if he was looking beyond the portal.

“Is that …” his voice became somewhat reverent, “what you call a god?”

“What?!” The chorus contained each voice of every person standing on the wall.

Even the thoughtful advisor looked appalled.

“Gods don’t tread on these lands!” he gasped.

But the very moment he said those words, everyone felt the change.

A tremendous wave of power passed over the place, just like when Selena set her foot on Gladisu for the first time.

Collectively, they turned around with open mouths.

Selena’s arrival was unusual, but the goddess made clear from the very first moment that she had come with peaceful intentions. Just a world she was passing through – more or less like an adventurer.

But here, at a place that was about to become a battleground, the appearance of a god was threatening – and unfair.

Frecker clenched his teeth. Here in Gladisu, they were merely humans! It was true that they didn’t believe the gods – well, it was indeed blasphemy, but still –, yet they had their reasons.

The guardian couldn’t say that he agreed with them and still he could understand their ways. There was no reason to demonstrate power like this, the humans here didn’t even participate in the planned alliance yet.

But when the tall man stepped out of the portal and each of his movements showed his arrogant smile, Frecker felt an ounce of doubt.

Humans were so small compared to them, so, why would the gods feel the need to crush them even more?

“Why is Ludis working with a god?” Constance’s whisper brought the guardian back to the moment at hand.

Indeed, whoever that god was, he stood beside Lady Ludis and seemed to be simply examining the Grand Duke.

This was a world where the humans had turned their backs to the gods, so why?

Before anyone could answer the princess, the god made a gesture like he was clearing his throat.

There was no way his voice could be heard from h—

Frecker couldn’t even finish his line of thought when the man’s voice echoed over the place.

“My dear humans,” he started slowly. Every word vibrated throughout one’s whole body, as if the voice came from themselves. “If I may introduce myself. Apophis sil Carey Elysium, God of War, third son in the house of decay.”

God of war. That wasn’t a good sign. Frecker stepped forward and pushed Falenyo behind him. If there was going to be war here, they should leave. A priestess of the neutral goddess of light shouldn’t be caught up in any war.

Apophis continued without waiting for any reaction, “As you know, studying alchemy and not accepting any gods on these lands is blasphemy. Hence, we would be allowed to ground this world at any time we want. But!” He dramatically lifted his hand. “Thanks to your gracious Lady Ludis here, we gods have thought about our decision again.”

“They must be kidding …” Filian muttered. He shook his head and looked at Constance. Never did he have such a puzzled look on his face.

Gladisu might have known that it was a world in danger before. But now to have a god here, backed up by royalty … it might lead to a civil war it had never anticipated before.

Yet, the crown princess was concerned with something else: “We need to get father back … he’s out there all by himself.”

She was right. Frecker turned his gaze to the Grand Duke. He couldn’t protect him. It wasn’t his duty. But hearing Constance’s worried voice, he felt the urge to rush forward and yank the Grand Duke away. His jaw hurt as he clenched his teeth so hard because he was forced to stay here in silence.

“As Lady Ludis has promised,” the god of war started again, “she will protect everyone who wishes to go back to the right path. As for the heretics” – he lifted his hands even higher and he let out a little laughter – “you will all meet the same end.”

Frecker’s hand, which held Falenyo back, fell at the same time as Apophis’.

No.

At the god’s sign, each soldier around the Grand Duke lifted their weapons.

“No!”

With a shriek, Constance clasped her hands over her mouth, but kept her gaze steady on the scene.

The Grand Duke reacted. He lifted his hands to summon a shield, but he was too late. Hadn’t he anticipated such an attack?

“Father!”

Ronald rushed towards the edge of the wall. He surely wanted to save his father. But before he reached the railing, Geet caught him. With her inhuman strength, she kept the little prince at bay.

With her hands and long sleeves, she shielded his sight from the horror. And was just in time before spears and swords pierced the man who was betrayed by his sister-in-law.

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#Chapter 16

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Pride and Prejudice, Queens and Zombies Ch. II - Emma

AN- Hey guys! Thank you so much for your kind words on the first chapter, it really does mean a lot. I’ve been hesitant to post fics on here because you guys are all super talented, which sort of intimidates me since English is not my first language (I tend to get annoyed by my own works at times because they seem a bit… Mechanical? I feel like there’s some issues with general ‘flow’ in my texts). Also, this fic will deviate from the main plot of PPZ quite a bit, this is simply because I don’t want it to basically be like a copy-paste of the novel/movie. I would be very glad to hear your input on this, where you would like to see it go etc. Until next time, happy readings my doves!

” Ready?” Katya asked her sisters as they were to enter their battleground. Her machete glistened as she took one last glance at its clean surface before it was to be sullied by war. Because it was a war that they were fighting however noble the cause might sound from an outsider’s perspective, in the end it came down to basic survival. There weren’t many of them left, the undead had sullied their town and lives for as long as anyone could remember. The only option available at this point was to either fight or plummet to an immediate and gruesome death. Katya had no intentions of ever choosing the latter.

“Ready when you are.” Fame muttered, twisting her needle-like sword in her delicate hand. Katya nodded to Violet and Max before opening the doors. A stench met them like a brick wall, one that could only belong to the dead. Katya had seen many a’ battlefields, but the sight of people being torn apart was something that she hoped to never get used to. They were everywhere. As far as Katya could see, some of the servants had been turned as well, so they must have been infiltrated from inside.

She inhaled sharply and raised her machete. “Let’s get this over with.” She muttered before heading inside, no fear left within her. The hall where everyone had been dancing and laughing just moments ago had been turned into a morbid place of death in a matter of minutes. Blood was everywhere, as well as body parts. Katya stepped over three young, dead men as she strode inside, noticing that someone had torn their hearts out. For all the young bachelors that had been hoping to find a lady they could give their hearts to, it seemed highly ironic that this turned out to be the way they would lose them in the end. ‘It’s damn near poetic’ Katya thought to herself, and then grabbed a woman by the shoulder. The zombie turned around, she had begun to decay at a rapid speed due to the amount of human flesh she consumed. A shriek emitted from her, Katya scrunched up her nose at the sight of hair and blood sipping down her mouth and onto her decaying chin.

With a swing of her blade, the woman fell. The deterioration of the dead was something that worked out in their favour, for the flesh and bones were much softer and easier to penetrate with a blade. Blood splattered onto her chest but Katya wore it as a coat of armour as she tore them down, limb by rotten limb. Her sisters made quick work of doing so themselves, Katya hadn’t even noticed that Max was standing beside her until a rotten corpse attacked her younger sister. Ready to interfere, Katya smirked as she saw Max decapitate the particularly rotten foe with a few chops of her sword.

Every time she swung her blade, someone fell to their permanent demise. Katya would never admit it to herself, but deep down, she enjoyed the feeling of cutting through flesh, the spurts of blood served as a confirmation that she was victorious. She killed them ruthlessly, and refused to treat them as human beings because in the end, she wasn’t looking at a person – she was looking at the thing that killed them.

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Trixie stood a few feet away from the sisters after having just cut down the foes that came in her direction, she stared in awe at Katya. They were better than Trixie would have ever imagined. After years of hardship, the once soft-spoken girl that Trixie had been was turned into the hard shell of a woman she was today. When she had first met Katya, there was something about her that made Trixie’s heart pound. Naturally, to her at least, her immediate reaction had been to be nasty and cold. Like she always was. Finding an interest in people would just make it complicated when they were gone. After watching Katya fight, ignoring her seemed to be getting harder and harder.

Having stared at the slightly older blonde fight left Trixie in a reckless state. So reckless in fact that she barely even noticed when a stricken dragged himself towards her, a bony hand reaching for her ankle. She didn’t even look down until a shot was heard and the hand slumped against her foot. Trixie looked up, bewildered and saw Manila standing there, her gun still poised at the now permanently dead corpse. Not knowing what else to say, Trixie stared at her saviour and then muttered: “Nice shot.”

“You’re welcome.” Manila replied, lowering her weapon.

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Katya let out a bellowing shout as she pushed her machete through her final victim of the night. The stricken slumped to the ground in a jumble of disorientated bones, leaving Katya to roughly push the corpse away from her step. She grabbed the skirt of her dress and used it to wipe down her blade, the sullied surface of it having already begun to bother her. She turned around and patted her sisters on the shoulder, offering them some well-deserved congratulations on a successful cleanse. Out of the corner of her blue eyes, she saw Trixie standing in a corner with Manila and Raja. She smirked to herself before giving the staring woman a curt nod. ‘You don’t think of me as a damsel in distress anymore, do you Ms. Mattel?’ Katya mused to herself before nodding her head towards the exit, prompting her sisters to follow her outside. After this ordeal, she desperately wanted to get home. Mr. Donigan appeared from another door, obviously hoping to pay some form of gratitude to them, but they were already heading for the door when the frightened survivors began to reappear.

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Two weeks passed, and Katya saw no more of Trixie Mattel and her cold stares. She held great victory knowing that she could prove the spiteful woman wrong, but there was still the gnawing feeling inside of her head telling her that there was more to Trixie than meets the eye. Fame and Mr. Donigan were constantly writing letters to one another, which bothered Katya more than she cared to admit. She would never deny her sisters of true happiness, but the thought of Trixie entered Katya’s mind whenever she saw Fame excitedly ripping open yet another letter from her suitor.

Her mind wandered to a point where she could no longer take it. Katya propositioned her sister Max and Fame to join her on a trip into town, hoping that would take her mind off things. As they rode in their carriage on their way into their small town’s square, Katya fidgeted with her light blue dress, uncomfortable with how innocent she looked. “Okay, can you just please tell me what’s bothering you? You’ve been so moody lately.” Fame exclaimed in the seat opposite from Katya, making the Russian jump in her seat.

“What are you talking about? I’m always like this.” Katya protested, whilst knowing perfectly well what her sister was talking about. Max raised her gaze from the book she was currently delving into and offered Katya a kind smile. “I have to agree with her Kat, it does seem like something’s on your mind.”

Katya could never be mad at Max. The grey-haired girl was too kind for that. “I’m just exploring my senses; delving deep into the bottomless pit that is my mind, searching for answers that will explain what the warrior within me truly wants.” Her long explanation made her sisters roll their eyes, knowing that Katya usually leaned towards overly dramatic accounts that would confuse even the brightest of men.

“Lately, all she’s been craving is a cucumber sandwich, which if you ask me is a total waste of provisions. So, you’ll understand my disappointment.” She continued, smirking to herself as Fame and Max couldn’t resist giggling at her joke.

Once they arrived into town, they wandered around searching for a book that Max had been raving about for months. Katya regularly told her sister that she needed to get out into the real world instead of hankering down with her fictional novels, but the girl had told her once that ‘I know enough of the horrors that go on in the outside world, if I don’t explore the beauty of the fictional ones I would go insane’. There was no arguing that sentiment.

A loud horn rang through the town square, muffling the sound of hooves clacking on the pale cobblestone. Katya turned around and noticed several men riding through on horseback. They were redcoats, their pompous faces had always given her a reason to discretely roll her eyes. The militia usually kept to themselves, whenever they were around town it was usually to cleanse. By the looks of the heavy armoury they carried with them, this visit would probably be for that same exact reason. “I wonder if they’re here because of what happened at the dance?” Max whispered, pushing her round glasses up her nose.

“If they are, they’re a little bit too late. That’s why all capitalist systems fail, you know.” Katya informed her sisters, her cocked head and unapologetic facial expression made her sisters huff at her.

“Quit being such a wiseacre Katya.” Fame seethed. The red-haired woman had, along with the rest of Katya’s family, grown sick of Katya’s governmental commentary. It was Max’s fault really, since she had been the one to buy her a book on Henri de Saint Simon’s collected political ideas. Katya placed one of her thin hands on her chest and gasped, the feign in her insulted posture shining through by the twinkle in her blue eyes. “Blasphemy sister.” She replied, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Just because you spend all of your evenings writing love notes to Mr. Donigan doesn’t mean that the rest of us should simply forgo our education.” She continued, enjoying the fact that she made her sister’s face flush.

“I do not.”

“Ah, remember what Raja always used to say; little girls who lie get sent to the in-between.” Katya was enjoying teasing her sister so much that she didn’t notice when someone walked up to her. “Oh, shut up!” Fame snarled, sending a harsh shove in Katya’s direction. The Russian slipped away from her attack, chuckling as she turned around. The smile on her face faded when she faced the person that had been eavesdropping on them.

“The Gemini sisters! What brings you out here on this chilly afternoon?” Dan Donigan cheerfully greeted them, although both Katya and Max noticed that it was only Fame’s eyes he was searching for. Usually, Katya would have been offended whenever someone disregarded her for her beautiful adoptive sister, but seeing Mr. Donigan only reminded her of his cousin. A cousin that was hopefully somewhere far away.

Katya stared off into the crowd as Dan and Fame shyly flirted with each other, hoping to herself that she could keep from barfing out of contempt. If Violet had been there, they could have at least been in it together, however, the slim girl was hankering at home after Manila had promised that she would take her to see Pearl. Katya wondered if there was any mutual attraction there, but then again, what would she know about that? The only women Katya had ever been involved had been in and out of her life as quick as they came. Came being the operative word.

“So, Katya, I think you made quite the impression on my cousin – she was very impressed with how you handled yourself.” Dan directed his flaunting towards her, making Katya huff in disdain. It didn’t matter whether Trixie had taken a shine to her, it still did not change the fact that she was mean and spiteful much of the evening. “Oh really? What exactly did your cousin say?” Katya inquired, she wasn’t buying the concept of Trixie Mattel lowering herself and her high standards to the likes of her.

Dan peered around uncomfortably, making it abundantly clear to Katya that he was trying to salvage the good relations between the Geminis’ and himself after Trixie’s untasteful utterings at the dance. “Well, maybe not in so many words, but my cousin is tricky – she’s…” he started, but was interrupted by Katya waving her hand in front of her face.

“You are a very lovely man, Mr. Donigan – I only wish I could say the same for your cousin. There’s no need to make up for what she said, I’m sure there’s people who appreciate my scratched-up dresses and messy hair.” She further explained, hoping that he would put his attempts of reconciliation to rest. After all, it wasn’t Katya he was trying to court, it was her sister. Fame stared at Katya with bulging eyes, letting her know that she would be on the receiving end of a mouthful when Mr. Donigan was gone. “I personally consider it to be quite Avant Garde, if you’re not trying to differentiate yourself from everyone else – then you’re not doing fashion justice.” She added, deciding that she had proven her point.

Mr. Donigan simply nodded, baffled at her quick wit. “I- I must say that I wish she had been here for this. Now, as an apology, I would love to have you all over for dinner some time. Say in a fortnight? That will give me some much-needed time to loosen Trixie up a bit. Lord knows she needs it.” He rambled, a nervous chuckle erupting from his sweaty neck. Max offered him a comforting smile, she often turned out to be the strong shoulder everyone could lean on. Especially if they had just been on the receiving end of one of her sisters’ tantrums.

Katya looked over at Fame, and gave her a pleading look. She really didn’t want to go. In all honesty, there was little else that she wouldn’t do to get out of a dinner party with Trixie Mattel. Despite her best efforts of looking fragile and puppy-like, Fame graciously accepted Mr. Donigan’s invitation and then sent him on his way with some kind final words of gratitude for his persistence in making her obstinate sister feel more comfortable.

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Having decided to sulk for the remainder of the day, Katya stomped through their estate when they returned home and went straight to bed without dinner. The Russian girl was very proud; some would claim that she was even hard-headed. In fact, most people would call her that. It wasn’t just the fact that Trixie had insulted her appearance, she knew her own worth well enough to not let that bother her – but for some reason it hit home. She had felt a sense of belonging when she met the stylish blonde, like there was some sort of consensus between them; so, hearing Trixie insult her so easily forced Katya to realize that she might have been wrong. She typically had issues with people that considered themselves to be so high and mighty, even though her own family certainly did not miss anything in their comfortable lives. Raja and Manila had taught them to be grateful of the opportunities that they had, Raja’s persistence in their training was a huge part in why they had turned out the way that they had.

Katya and her sisters had all been trained in China, as opposed to Japan where the wealthy typically trained their broods in the art of war against the stricken. Raja and Manila probably could have afforded the steep price of a Japanese education, but Raja was adamant that they would train where the wisest people were. Katya had thoroughly enjoyed her training; it was the first time she had felt at home. She had met another girl whilst they were away whom also originated from Russia. They had become immensely close, to a point where Katya had fallen in love with her. The girl, Eva, was both shy and weak. Those traits were not typically something that Katya looked for nor appreciated, but the other girl’s tenacity was what had sealed the deal for her. She remembered her flowing red locks that were laced with muddy streaks from the multiple falls she took during training. Despite of all this, Eva still got up and continued despite of the ridicule she had to face.

Unfortunately, Eva never returned her affections. Katya was glad that she still had a friend in her, until that fateful day where they had to train against actual undead. Eva had fallen, but there hadn’t been enough time to get her out. The masters had insisted that Eva’s death was an unforgiveable mistake of theirs, that things should have been more properly controlled – but Katya knew the truth. She had tried to help Eva, to let her know during battle that she needed to find a safe spot to rest on. The other girl had ignored her, and kept going despite of the fact that she had a deep wound on her right leg. It had ultimately turned out to be her demise. Katya had written a letter to her parents, but had never heard back from them. Why should they? She had been unable to help their daughter, and the undead had gotten her where she was supposed to have been safe.

She had spent a long period of time trying to forget about Eva and her sweet, soft face. Every woman she had met after that had in most aspects been the same as the bashful girl Katya had once loved, but she knew that had to stop. She needed to stop punishing herself when nothing good was ever going to come out of it. Eva was dead, Katya had made sure of that after they had gotten to whatever was left of her mangled corpse.

A light knock on her door echoed through the small room. Katya sighed and then grumpily called out; “I’m busy.”

“Darling, we just received an invitation from Mr. Donigan’s estate. He wants you and your sisters to join him and his cousin for dinner tomorrow.” Manila called from the other side of the door. Katya heard the exuberant excitement that Manila tried to repress for her sake, but the news she brought only made Katya groan in disdain nonetheless.

“Tomorrow? He said that he would invite us over in a fortnight so he would have some time to lodge the stick out of his cousin’s arse.” She grumbled, already planning the perfect excuse as to why she couldn’t attend.

“Yekaterina! Stop being so selfish, you will go for your sister’s sake.” Manila demanded, her tone indicating that Katya had no choice in the matter. “It will be alright, my love. Ms. Mattel does have a reputation for being a tad difficult, but I’m sure your charm can win her over in no time. If anything, loyalty from more than one person in their family is always a good thing.” Katya wanted no part in Mr. Donigan’s affair with her sister. Of course, she was happy for Fame but the family she was courting her way into seemed like it would be incredibly tiresome for the rest of them. She knew that she was being selfish, and she needed to make more of an effort. Even if that meant spending time with that dreadful blonde.

“Fine mother, I’ll go. Are you happy now?” Katya sighed, hoping that would prompt her guardian to go away.

“I will be if you behave yourself.” Manila retorted, now she was just pushing her luck. Katya said that she would go, promising to stay cordial was an entirely different matter.

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

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