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βOne incapable of determining their own fate is a filthy insect.β
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|| Swan Song || Set it Off ||
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|| Swan Song || Set it Off ||
Angel princess and Demon Queen, hated enemies, looked away in mutual embarrassment. Whatever happened to the old days, when they could argue each other's ears off? Now it was as if there wasn't even any talking being done at all. At least before, even if it was hatred, at least there was still interaction, at least there was something to fill the emptiness of the once filled halls of the Onyx Citadel. Once there were fun little slumber parties where Cambion and Buer would organize mini festivals to cheer everyone up, there was Furfur and Zepar's nightly chats as they thought of a way to prank and humiliate Ronove, there was Lilim and Ronove, eldest and youngest, the succubus teaching him how to have a tea party. But now all of it was gone, and even her living siblings left her behind.
"At least you won't have to be the one to kill them." The Demon Queen stated with no sympathy in her voice. "Angels don't turn into monsters." She stared at Celty, none of her previous antagonism was there, just a dead sort of washed out expression was on her face. "I had to put them down myself. I killed my siblings. You won't have to worry about that." It was a mercy, it was a blessing. At night, the Demon Queen was haunted by that fateful battlefield where she lost everything. "You think I wanted my family to disappear? No one wants that to happen, but it happens nevertheless." That was the cruel truth of this world.
Kitra was surprised when Celty called her back. She stiffened and slowed her step just enough to hear the tiny thanks, words she never expected. Without meeting the angel's eyes, Kitra spoke. "I brought you here, so you're under my protection. That won't happen again." And with that she left, cape swishing with each step. She traveled to where Michael was resting after picking up a certain something. Michael, to no one's surprise, had chosen Zepar's room to stay. "Here. She'd want you to have it." The Demon Queen tossed Zepar's old favorite hair ribbon, black and in a tow shape, she always wore it on her head. The Greed Demon stared awkwardly at the eldest angel sibling, then quickly vanished. What was there to even talk about, anyways?
A few hours later, it was time to start the fight. The dragons were all equipped, and Kitra and Minerva were the two heads in charge. That was when Minerva walked over, a little grin on her face. "Here, for you." It was a painting, the one that was being made for Lilim. The Demon Queen took it silently and affixed it inside of her back, which was fastened to Winona. Celty was already there, and Michael was placed on Minerva's dragon. "It's time for war!" Kitra shouted. She didn't need fancy speeches or anything, all that mattered was victory. "I don't need to tell you all what to do. We're taking that golden gate for ourselves. This is our one chance." All she heard next was the deafening sound of thousands of dragon's wings beating in unison, a raucous symphony of war.