Almighty ♕

“Kamyuhn!” Eva clawed at the doors, bits of blood trailing the edges, as the soldiers pulled her away. “Stop it! Please! She’s just a baby!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Who would listen to her while V’ehxness watched? It took several men to remove her from the scene– a familiar room painted in blood. She bit, kicked, and pushed away her oppressors, but it wasn’t enough. Eva reached towards the closing doorway. “Sister, please! I’ll do anything, just don’t touch her!” A screech echoed. “𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐧!!” And that was the last she saw of her. The enclosure they threw her in felt natural. It was similar to the locked room she’d grown up in all her life. A place where, when her adopted father and sister would fight, felt safe. After her display earlier that day, this was her punishment. She curled up and placed her head on her knees, still picturing the face of a little girl staring back at her in fright. War was always a part of their lives; however, when they fought amongst themselves, they were no better than the invaders. At least, that is how Eva felt about the situation. Her thoughts coiled into an infinite loop. The thoughts were debating the necessity of her sisters' actions and coming to no conclusion that could justify the killing of their own. Day after day, more innocent lives are spilled, and for what? The invaders weren’t backing down; they needed more people than before. Paragons were symbols, beacons of hope that carried weapons into the arms of their people. Worst of it all, these weren’t merely commoners; they were family. The tears on her face had dried up, and that anxious choking feeling subsided. She felt empty. A husk of a woman cradled herself. Nature’s savior wilted. Eva examined her cuffs. The woman who stared back in the steel's reflection was unrecognizable. Prior to all this, they had already been fighting. Patches of dirt, blood stains, and scratches masked her true features. “I’m sorry.” She whispered to the wind. And it seemed to answer back with a soft breeze along her skin. That’s when she realized the door had creaked open.

“Who is it?”

V'ehxness was supreme. She owed no explanation to anyone. No one's opinion mattered, and now the world knew what happened to anyone who stood against her. It wasn't meaningless bloodshed. She had seen it before. Dissent led to infighting. Strife. Their people fighting amongst themselves instead of fighting the enemy.

If they were to survive, this was the only way. Futurum would live on with V'ehxness' hands around its throat. She saw no other course, and thus there was no other course worth considering.

After setting foot inside Eva's cell, she locked eyes with her.

"Eva."

Her voice dripped with open contempt. Eva had always been weak-willed. On some level, V'ehxness pitied her. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to have been born as the clear inferior.

"You openly defied me."

Plead with her, but still. It wasn't the obedient acquiescence she was owed as the supreme being. And for what? A child who would die without its parents anyway? If Eva were anyone else...

Her gaze impossibly hardened even further for a moment, before she suddenly let out a breath. Almost a sigh. It was a bitter, disappointed sound.

"To stand against me is to stand with the enemy. I did what was right."

Time  and  time  again  their  blades  clash  on  the  battlefield,  and  Takumi  wondered  if  his  efforts  were  the  definition  of  insanity.   No  matter  how  many  times  he  tried,  someone  was  always  destined  to  die  by  her  hands  whenever  V’ehxness  graced  the  academy  with  her  presence.   Nozomi  and  Ima  perished  because  of  her  in  his  first  timeline,  and  she  claimed  the  lives  of  three  other  friends  in  this  one.   Darumi,  Kiyoshika,  and  recently  Kurara.  .  .  all  dead  due  to  his  choices  —  choices  that  had  to  be  made  because  of  her.

And  once  again,  V’ehxness  has  returned,  boasting  with  her  claims  of  victory  in  this  war.   Grief  sunk  its  talons  deep  into  Takumi’s  heart,  and  he’s  had  enough  of  her  attitude.

"So all you have is doubt? I intend to prove the truth of my declaration."

As if to punctuate her point, she called on her power, sending shockwaves through the divine blood that screamed to run away from her superior strength.

"I'm sick of your damn delusions! You were to be our hope but I'm sure Lord Dahl'xia will figure something out when it comes to those invaders. We don't need you, especially if you're going to use innocent people to make those things..."

*Honestly those creatures made Addamaque sick to his stomach. If he could he would have stopped it but there had still been a chance that it would have caused problems for the one person he looked up to so all that could be done was obey her orders and watch as the atrocities unfolded.

The commander had said our hope but truthfully she was never his hope, his had been the previous supreme commander. Everything that had been said by the person in front of him had been an affront to the teachings and although part of him was afraid his hatred continued to boil over and so no more words were needed.

She scoffed, taking her eyes off him for a moment in a flagrant display of disrespect. To her, he was barely even worth her full attention, and she wanted him to know that before the end.

His divine form cut through the air, taking to the air with breakneck speed. In an instant, she teleported, joining him in the air. She brought her blade down on him, clashing violently with one of his sickles with the deafening sound of steel on steel.

The attack was meant to demoralize. To demonstrate that his perceived advantages were all in his head. Despite that, she found herself smiling, relishing the opportunity to prove herself superior yet again.