"Your persistence is admirable, but sadly, your existence is not. and It is becoming quite late...so won't you to just lie down and die already? I have more important business to attend to."
the young Arbiter says, those unbreakable golden lines stretched out as the defeated red mist falls down dead on the ground, blood leaking out of her fading armor.
"shut it!" A long sword struck down the line, but even him cannot stop the second one from ruining his fine suit with a big hole in the chest.
he coughs, blood drip down on the ground.
So much blood...
He failed her, it is so close to the end... Yet he failed.
Guess... it was all for nothing, After all....
There is no witty come back this time.
There is no way for him to say, I guess I should have expected that.
the Line retracts. The spine severs, and the black silence finally received his curtain drop.
The young arbiter laughs as she walks forward towards her trusty claw, Almost like a schoolgirl walking towards their best friend.
Shattering the pride of the black silence under her feet, His favorite sword.
Crushed like a piece of garbage.
Past the shameful display. Baral attacks the once Great Arbiter of The Head again.
What a disappointment.
Their Dear colleague, helping a machine.
The very thing they swore to destroy, yet when the chance to let her out finally presents themselves. She refuses.
How arrogant.
How fitting.
welp, she will die with that pride, Slowly.
a parry, and her attack completely fails.
Her fate is sealed.
the Executioner thinks to himself as he using this opportunity to close in the distance.
She is bound to die.
The young arbiter thinks to herself, That ugly smile reappears.
Barals claw stretches out and grabs Garion by the neck.
Is it wrong to say that he always wanted to do this? To kill an arbiter without repercussion?
"...On behalf of the head, I, Arbiter Zena, Here by declares your sin against humanity and the head and your punishment. It's death."
Oh of course. she always have to steal the spotlight.
"Baral."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Kill her."
the sharp calw digs into her throat, and off with her head.
one of the best arbiter of the head, dies like a pig, Zena smiles to herself.
She didn't even struggle, how disappointing.
...Now, There's only one left.
"Oh, Angela....where are you?~"
...
She stares, at the corpse of the man she considered her friend.
h-he's dead
Roland, is dead.
... She stumbles, almost dropping on the ground, back against a bookshelf, stareing in disbelief.
that, that can't be.
He promised, he promised to-
Promised to stay with her.
Her nails is cutting to her hands.
Her pale white hands, covered in redness.
No, not yet
She must do something. Roland is gonna be dead if she doesn't do something quick and save them.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, even though her legs is still shaking, She focussed, even if her mind is almost crumbling.
to think, is to survive.
She takes a deep breath and started to consider her options.
But...what can she do? There is no power left in the library to summon something! even if this place is indeed her ego like that madwoman says. All that is left for her to do is simply run away!
There is no possibility of her surviving without leaving Roland and everyone behind.
For the first time in a millennia, Angela is thanking Ayin for slowing down her perception of the time.
So she can think.
So she have a chance to survive, with everyone.
... Metal scraping against the hard wooden floor, a noise of steam pumps out of tiny holes can be heard from a distance away.
Then...
*CRACK*
The fabric of reality shatters.
"here you are."
And the Claw arrives.
Her movement is quick, side steping away from that fatal blow towards her throat, a few strain of blue hair scatters the floor.
her cheek, there's blood running down her cheek.
She almost died, and that's just a greeting from the bastard.
Her opponent kept his silence and another mighty swing comes down towards her head.
Almost without thinking, shd throws out the book she is always holding in her hand, her notebook, the old script, a keepsake.
He cut through it like nothing, like it was just air.
Angela backs away, she considers running, but that will not be enough, she considered just start hitting him, but it won't even do anything. So there is no options, then.
there's no hope for her to get out of this. She is done, this is her curtain call.
This will be the death of Angela, the AI who never gets to have a good ending.
Even this moment of hesitation is being exploited by this monstrosity, the clawless hand grabs her by her wrist and breaks it, her artificial blood and bones crumbles under the might.
redness, tainted his black trench coat.
This is her end, even when she did everything right, this is her end.
...
This is so unfair, isn't it?
The claw dig into her chest, a faint blue light emanated from behind his mask.
*CRACK*
"any last words?"
"Fuck *cough* you...."
...
Hogwarts, Forbidden forest, 1981, a month after the defeat of you-know-who
It was a normal day for hagrid, watering his pumpkins, reading some papers, preparing food for his friends in the forest.
And the patrolling that he is doing right now.
He enjoyed his life, these peaceful days he always loved, it is simple.
Humming a simple tune hagrid walks forward carefully.
he sometimes wonders if Harry is having a good day or not, he hope he is, He hope he is having the time of his life.
He hopes the spell that Professor Dumbledore put on him will work. those damned death eaters, always crafty.
he sighs, the sadness is eating away at him again.
...No hagrid, Lily and James won't want to see you putting on a sad face.
He walks forward with those heavy steps, shakes the earth every time he put down his foot, The big basket in his hand smells nicely, a pot of potato meat stew, a ham sandwich, And a bottle of fire whiskey!
it's the perfect meal for a day out!
"...hmm" hagrid hums "Today is a bit strange isn't it..."
The spiders are nowhere to be seen, The unicorns is not wondering about, The centaurs is not out hunting...
Even the trees are quiet...
"This is werid..."Scratching his chin, hagrid wonders deeper into the forbidden forest, Now a bit more serious then his previous happy and Cherry mood.
theres only two possibility of why the forest is quiet.
One, something very bad is happening, Like a dragon is building a nest on the territory of another dragon and they are having a big fight about it.
Two, a Dark wizard is here.
He really hopes that it is not the latter, he will need to call professor Dumbelbore here if thats the case.
The war is over for a month already. The forces of you-know-who should be all but captured right now!
And everyone is extremely scared right now!
Then, hagrid smells something.
smoke, and blood, a lot of blood.
the half-giant runs.
