Mood: Nostalgic
“Stop where you are.” The sound of iron boots clanged on the chapel floor. The chapel was grey, save for brown benches and golden light streaming from broken windows. “Rose, please stop.” It was the voice of a young girl, calling out in earnest. Before the girl was a figure clouded in shadow and darkness. The figure turned around, it was another girl surrounded by a bed of roses.
“You are my enemy are you not?” The girl called Rose stepped forward into the light. Her body besides her face was mechanical, pitch black like the darkness she once stood in. “Why do you call me in such a way? Do you know that I can kill you easily?” Rose lifted her right hand and in a second a golden staff that heavily resembled a cross appeared, there was writing where the points converged but the girl could not read it from her distance.
“I’m not here to fight you.”
“You are a strange girl, state what you wish to know.” Rose lowered her hammer. The girl took a deep breath.
“What is your connection to him?” Rose suddenly froze where she stood, her red eyes grew wide and she stared at the girl.
“Why?”
“Because.” The girl put her hand to her chest, where it laid was a pendant of a heart. She looked as if she was ready to cry.
“I see, you don’t have to tell me, I sense it.”
“How?”
“Because I was once like you, in your shoes so to speak.” Rose turned away again.
“You were?”
“Of course, how could I not?”
“But...”
“I died.”
“What?”
“I was killed, and he blamed me, went down the path to darkness, the path to unstoppable power.”
“He’s been torturing himself ever since. I want it to end.”
“You cannot end his suffering, only he can decide it for himself.”
“Why?”
“You certainly ask a lot of questions, for a little girl.” Rose said. “No matter what you think, you can’t change a person’s belief, especially one who is this far down the road to darkness.”
“I can pull him out.”
“You say that, but can you, you must know darkness to understand what he is going through.”
“That’s not true, as long as he’s smiling, he has a chance.”
“How can you know he’s actually smiling, or just doing it to appease you?”
“I just know!” The girl was starting to raise her voice.
“Insolent little girl, you can never help him!” Rose was yelling at her.
“What proof do you have? You say all these things, but he has become a changed person, he’s different from when you first knew him, he’s gentle and loving.” The girl dropped to her knees.
“All just a front.” Rose looked down at her and put her hammer on her head. “Allow your death to be quick and painless.” She raised the hammer into the air. She then smashed it down and the chapel floor broke under her weapon. But there was no blood, the girl was gone in fact. “What the?” Rose questioned what she saw and looked at her hammer.
“You do not know the truth.” The girl’s voice came from behind Rose. The girl took off a long brown cloak and revealed iron gloves that climbed her delicate arms and an orange china dress that just passed her hips. “I can set him free.”
“Lies.” Rose swung at the monk again but she disappeared again. “You cannot save his soul, he must accept his role as the beast of the apocalypse.” She swung again. Another miss.
“I won’t let you.” The monk girl said as she then grabbed the hammer with one hand and repelled it.
“What strength are you drawing upon?” Rose asked as she grabbed the hammer with both hands and it began to radiated a black energy and she swung it again hoping to execute the monk. She grabbed it again with one hand which was radiating a white aura. “Impossible.”
“What’s bringing him down is people like you, trying to restrain him, trying to manipulate him. I won’t let this happen to him. I won’t let him become the beast of the apocalypse.”
“You can’t control fate.” Rose argued and the monk took a deep breath.
“Fate is a truth wound by time, I can’t control it, but it doesn’t mean I can’t break it.” The monk hit the hammer away and sent her other fist into Rose’s face. She was knocked back and rolled on the ground.
“Releasing Armagus!” A glowing purple symbol of a rose in chains appeared under Rose. She was frightened of the monk’s newfound power. “I will not hold back on you now. Restriction 013 released deploying dimensional interference field.” Rose chanted.
“Releasing Armagus.” The monk said as a white glowing symbol appeared under her as well.
“Armagus, that symbol, it’s impossible, it’s his.”
“It’s his gift to me, a promise of protection, so rest in peace, please.” The monk said as quickly as the wind she dashed past Rose. she froze, then a large hole was punched through Rose.
“Impossible, his armagus, the black beast, it was white. Simply impossible.” Rose fell to the ground and closed her eyes.
“You are forgiven for your sins, I will take care of him from now on.”
“I see, I am finally going back home.” Rose then started to disintegrate in a glowing pink light which broke away as butterflies. What was left was her cross and a bed of roses. And on the cross was a helmet that looked like a demon’s head, the girl then broke down and cried in front of the grave but it was not tears of sadness, it was tears of happiness.
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