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“ the harbingers and their voicelines about you — the fatui harbingers. ”
summary ! the harbingers’ thoughts about ‘Brighella’.
content ! based on this post, gender-neutral reader, reader’s codename is brighella.
notes ! reader is probably morally gray lmao
CHILDE ‘TARTAGLIA’ — 11th
“The Tsaritsa’s right hand. They work directly under The Tsaritsa which makes me feel amazed. I’m wary of them— I mean who isn’t? They disturbed La Signora’s funeral and hey, even I know to never do such thing. If I had the chance, I would love to spar with them and see their actual strength. They managed to reverse my attack... how surprising,”
SANDRONE ‘THE MARIONETTE’ — 10th
“I find it rude to know that this person disrespected the fair lady in such way. How dare they show their face during such an important event? They could’ve shown themselves during a more fitting meeting!”
PANTALONE ‘THE REGRATOR’ — 9th
“I never would’ve thought that someone would show themselves in such a way of arrival. Truly amusing, they have definitely caught my interest.”
ARLECCHINO ‘THE SERVANT’ — 7th
“The way that they revealed themselves were just plainly unacceptable. How dare they treat the fair lady’s passing in such way? I do not appreciate the utter disrespect that came along with their presence. First, they snuck into the icy chambers and blocked an attack from Tartaglia? Tch.”
SCARAMOUCHE ‘THE BALLADEER’ — 6th
“I heard that the Brighella finally revealed themselves during Signora’s funeral. After a long time of staying in the shadows, that idiot finally decided to step out— heh. Words spread like wildfire, traveller.”
PULCINELLA ‘THE ROOSTER’ — 5th
“I don’t know what to say about them. All I do know is that I do not support their actions during the funeral in any way, and I find it cruel of them to do so. They’re cunning and sly, a dangerous combination.”
IL DOTTORE ‘THE DOCTOR’ — 4th
“Hm? You wish to know of my thoughts about ‘them’? They simply have caught my eye with the little show they performed. Amusing, indeed.”
COLUMBINA ‘THE MAIDEN’ — 3rd
“They ruined the fair lady’s funeral and I do not appreciate that. Although I’ve spoken to them before, they have never revealed themselves as Tsaritsa’s right hand— and it’s ridiculous.”
CAPITANO ‘THE CAPTAIN’ — 2nd
“Just how did they achieve a higher rank than Pierro himself? I never would’ve thought that such a mere person would become much stronger than Pierro.”
PIERRO ‘THE JESTER’ — 1st
“I was fooled by the Tsaritsa herself. This person... is much stronger than they look. I will not underestimate them, and will remain in the shadows as time remains.”
summary ? under the surface of the fatui, lies a certain person ready to aim at any given moment. during rosalyne’s funeral, they finally decided to show themself.
content ? gender-neutral reader, la signora’s death, reader has a cryo vision and geo/anemo delusion, profanity, probably not lore-wise, ‘Brighella’ is reader’s codename.
notes ? first work 😋
The Damselette’s singing echoed through the icy chamber, her delicate figure could be seen laying on her fallen comrade’s coffin.
“Conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge rationally comprehended,” Dottore paused. “After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move.” He once again spoke, an amused smile flickered upon his lips. extending his arm, holding a potion in his hand.
Footsteps could be heard as Dottore moved his head to look at the source of the sound, curious. “It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics. Right now, you have no captive audience,” The 1st Harbinger spoke, his lips in a thin line.
“We have an intruder in our hands,” Arlecchino suddenly enunciated, squinting her eyes, side-eyeing. “Someone dared to interrupt the fair lady’s funeral? How ludicrous!” The Marionette scoffed, her smile turning upside down into a frown.
“My my... you finally noticed my presence? ” You spoke, stepping out of the shadows, heels clicking against the concrete. You had a pale complexion and dull eyes with small pupils— which makes you look more intimidating.
“I—”
Blades made of hydro dashed towards you— making you furrow your eyebrows. In return, you extended your arm forwards and a geo shield surrounded your figure, making a sly grin flicker upon your lips. “What a rude way to greet a guest,” using your anemo delusion, you swept away the hydro blades and made them turn against the attacker.
The harbinger widened his eyes and quickly dodged, his frown aching to turn into an amused smile.
“Tartaglia, don’t try anything rash. ” commanded Arlecchino, glaring at the person that appeared during a comrade’s funeral. “Don’t you feel ashamed— treating the Tsaritsa’s right hand like shit?” You muttered, a [e/c] glow emitting from your eyes.
—that made the glacial chamber be filled with silence. The 11th harbinger slightly widened his eyes and lowered down his hands, unclenching his fists. “The Tsaritsa’s right hand?” muttered Pulcinella, his nose scrunching.
“The Tsaritsa’s right hand is Pierro, you know nothing of the fatui.” Capitano argued, his anger slowly rising.
“And how can you confirm that? You know nothing of The Tsaritsa’s life. The Tsaritsa calls my name whenever she speaks of the gnosis’, not his. ” You exclaimed and ended with a hushed whisper, an amused grin slowly showing itself. “Your name? ” Pantalone asked, his usual expression present.
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shame and regret. the brothers felt shame and regret. they were the one who did this to mc, they have no right to mourn.
𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧
why was he so naive? he’s smart. incredibly smart. so why didn’t he figure out ella’s motive and bad intentions? he was supposed to be the smart one.
why did he treat them like this? why? he barely knew ella yet still believed her— incredulous. he feels stupid, fooled.
is barely worried about the punishment. he’d only stare at the avatar of pride, who was being punished, crimson blood oozing out of the eldest’s back.
finds the fact that lucifer should be punished severely, but he does not voice it out as he was also in the wrong for what he has done to you.
gets irritated much easier, and it is not rare to hear things being thrown around his room as his tantrum begins.
Satan stared at the cat who purred softly on his lap, a small smile graced on his face.
He didn’t notice the letter that sat beside him until the cat itself got up from his lap and sat beside the said letter. He looked at letter and picked it up, curious to know what it contains and who it is for.
He tried to stop himself from opening the letter, but curiousity got the best of him. He’ll feel guilty later, now— he just wants to know what the letter is about.
“dear satan,
wait— gosh, that sounds so weird. nevermind that! uh, i hope I find you well. i’m sorry for leaving so early.
you know, maybe this journey wasn’t so worthwhile. when i was younger, i used to wish i would disappear from this world. the whole world seemed so dark and i cried every night.
i hate myself for not being able to receive love. i was afraid of having multiple eyes on me, and i still am. during those beautifully beautiful days, i was in pain— and i feel guilty for feeling such way.
i feel like i am unworthy of love, but... you and the brothers changed my thoughts. though at times i feel helpless, i will always search for you. you helped me, yet you were also one of the many reasons that i broke down.
i know you would be angry at me for that particular sentence, and i apologize for it. it might be too honest, but i want to express what i feel towards you before i pass on.
i held on, not because i wanted too. trust me, all of me wanted to stop. i held on for my dear life, yet i know i failed at doing that too. i might be gone, but i want you to please forgive me if I have done anything wrong in the past.
thank you for keeping up with me.
sincerely,
mc. ”
Satan gripped the letter tightly, drops of tears landing on the cream letter paper. He wiped his tears using his palm aggressively and used his sleeve to stop any oncoming tears.
The cat stared at Satan and had it's ears pressed flat. It nudged Satan with its head and purred against him, trying to get his attention. He looked at it and gave the cat a small smile, bringing it in for a hug.
𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬
asmodeus is the avatar of lust. he cares about his beauty and takes it very seriously, sometimes spending a huge amount of grimm just for new beauty products.
though, ever since he got the news of mc’s apparent suicide— he has neglected his mental health. he would often wake up with eye bags, sometimes heavy, sometimes not.
incredibly worried about the punishment. his skin is the epitome of flawlessness and he does not want to ruin his image either.
would try to convince lucifer to stop the punishment, but fails. heavily believes that he isn't guilty for your suicide, or so he tries to convince himself.
tries to keep up his image, yet breaks down at the mention of the former exchange student.
Asmodeus waltzed into his room, visibly drunk. He took another sip from the champagne glass he held and walked closer to the edge of his bed, gracefully sitting on it.
As Asmo tried to take another sip of the red champagne, he noticed a letter that sat on his night stand. Gently putting the glass down, he carefully picked up the letter and began inspecting it.
He also noticed a vase full of calla lilies. It had yellow and purple calla lilies, making it compliment the beauty and fanciness of Asmodeus’ room. He opened the letter and began reading it, expecting nothing more than a love letter from a fan.
“dearest asmodeus,
it's a great pleasure to finally have enough confidence to write this letter to you. i greatly admire you for your confidence and self-love.
it's unfortunate for me to say that i have neither of those traits, but that’s okay. you may have come to notice the vase of calla lilies that sits at the night stand of your vanity, i have picked those freshly from the garden of butterflies that i personally took care of.
i hope that you know— er... find out about what calla lilies mean. i have purposely picked those two colours for you, purple and yellow. now, this may seem odd for me to say but i forgive you.
yes, i have acknowledged your wrongdoings, and that is why i chose to forgive you. as much as i would love to hold a grudge against you and your brothers, i know that there is no use for me to do that when i will be in the afterlife anyway.
i never wanted to be a failure, i can tell you that. it pains me to know that i will never be good enough for you. or in fact, for anyone. knowing that i was never enough in the first place hurts. it hurts so bad.
i’m sorry if i became a burden to you. i never meant to trouble any of you.
with much love,
mc. ”
Asmodeus stared at the letter, too shocked to move or say anything.
Looking around his room, he spots the calla lilies and slowly walked towards his vanity. The time felt slow. It felt as if he was walking in slow motion, as if time has been slowed.
He gently touched one of the petals of the calla lilies and stared at the multiple shades of purple that displayed itself on the flower.
His chest began to be filled with guilt, and then horror once he realizes the true meaning of the said flowers.
𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛
it hurts so badly to know that he wasn’t there to save you. ever since you died, he has lost the appetite to eat in the normal quantity that he usually does.
helps his brothers a lot on dealing with your death, while he, himself, has not gotten over you yet.
he is the only one that will not be punished by diavolo, as he was one of the demons that genuinely cared for you— and diavolo has acknowledged that.
extremely conflicted about the punishment that his brother will face, but he can’t do anything about it.
becomes a little distant from his brothers, but will occasionally comfort them when they need it.
“Beel, ”
Called Xiloscient from afar, catching the attention of the shorter male. “Xilo... ” He mumbled as he proceeded to stand up from the position that he previously was in. “What are you doing here? ”
“I have a letter for you. ” Spoke the blonde yet again, handing Beelzebub the said letter. The 6’8 elf stared at the demon to catch any kind of reaction out of him. He was curious.
Beelzebub took the letter and thanked the taller elf politely, opening the letter after he (Beel) had left to go to the kitchen.
“hi, beel.
i just wanted to say that i’m sorry. please believe me when i say that i never wanted to hurt any of you. it was never my intention.
as much as it pains me to say this, i am suffering by myself. due to my neglected mental health and my body that is getting more weaker on a daily, i decided that i can’t go through this anymore.
i was never strong in the first place, beel. i admit it, i am weak. i can barely get a grip onto reality itself— so, what makes you think that i can hold onto my life any longer?
i know that i shouldn’t have done this. but, what do you want me to do? i’m sick and tired of living this way. it feels as if i am drowning in my own tears— as if it was an ocean filled with my blood. you might not agree with me, but i know how it feels like to be stepped on and be betrayed.
all of my life have been filled with backstabbers— and i am so fucking sick of it. though, i never blamed you or the brothers for what has happened to me. if fate has decided that i will go through this, then so be it.
i’ll be watching over you, beel— no matter if i am still here or not.
dearest,
mc.’’
Beel put the letter on the dining table before taking in a deep breath, sorrow visible on his features.
He clutched his hand and dugged his nails into his palms, knuckles turning white as he does so. Beel looked down onto his lap and finally let the caged tears freely flow down.
“Mc, I’m so...’’ and with that, he finally breaks down.
𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫
belphegor feels conflicted, angry and guilty. first, he feels conflicted on how to feel and deal with your death. secondly, he feels angry at himself for doing such horrible things to you.
and lastly, whenever he gets reminded of your death, he remembers the incident between you and him. the incident that took your life— fuck. he doesn’t want to compare these horrible memories.
does not care about the punishment. he thinks lucifer deserves it, but doesn’t comment on it as exhaustion consumes him.
he will ignore and sleep through every argument that echoes in the HoL, trying to escape from reality.
sleeps much more than he usually does as a coping mechanism and that’s saying something.
Belphegor woke up from his slumber, dark eye bags visible on his face.
He woke up due to the fact that he couldn’t find his favourite cow pillow, making him be grumpy once his eyes greet the light that is present in the room.
He slowly opened his eyes and moved them to the side, trying to search only using his eyes. Then, he noticed a sealed envelope with a stem of cyclamen beside it. That made him curious, which made him slowly rose from his laying position. Belphegor opened the envelope and took out the letter, his eyes beginning to trail over the written words.
“dearest belphegor,
i know you well enough to say that i’m aware that you just woke up from your slumber. just kidding! or... did you really just woke up?
ah, well. i hope you took notice of the stem of cyclamen that sat beside the envelope. what do you think that it means, belphie? i’m sure that you find it annoying... but that’s okay.
i hope you're in well condition. i know that it’s very hard for you to cope with lilith’s... death but i know for a fact that you are strong, stronger than anyone that i’ve ever known. although i find it very— hurtful to know that you believed ella more than me, but i got used to it.
i don’t get it. i don’t get why you easily believed ella. am i that untrustworthy, belphegor? am I that replaceable to you and your brothers, belphie? i don’t get why i’m feeling this way. i feel so envious of ella, and i hate it. i hate the way that each time that i look at her, i could feel my blood boil.
i could feel a vein pop in my neck, and i could feel my mind racing to gather a solution. this endless pain that i felt when i saw everyone, smiling and laughing with ella— while ignoring my presence, made me feel like i was nothing but a figment of my own imagination. i felt like dust that could easily be swept away by the wind.
though, i’m sure that i got used to that feeling. i can say that i don’t like feeling that way at all, but i can’t change it. i can’t change the way that it is, so i just have to get used to it. it’s ok though.
thanks for everything!!
your dearest,
mc.”
Belphegor could only stare at the letter, eyes wide with surprise.
He turned his head and slowly picked up the stem of cyclamen, inspecting it carefully before sighing and putting it aside, along with the letter.
He climbed back onto his bed and sat on it, mind running in circles. Belphegor pulled his legs and hugged his knees, hiding his face as tears slowly rolled down his pale cheeks. He was in the wrong. He didn’t want this to happen. He got tricked so easily. Was he that naïve?
