#supremesself

“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?”

A dream. Moments before felt like a dream. He had been out, exploring with.... ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆.

Attack. Storm. Pain. And now... He could see people staring at him. Calling his name. He ran, leading ▆▆▆ ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆ away. And... and....

s̷o̶m̴e̸t̵h̵i̷n̸g̵ ̴s̵n̷a̸p̷p̸e̴d̷

He died. No. No he didn't die. He can feel pain filling his skull. He's alive. He's alive. A breath. Another one. Fingers dig into the wet dirt beneath him. He opens his eyes and looks ahead. There is a girl. Beautiful and familiar. She is reaching for him. Long silver hair, tears in violet eyes.

"T̶a̸k̶k̵u̷n̴.̵.̴.̸.̷!̵" A distorted broken voice reaches him. He can't move. Her visage twists with the wind. Difficult to see. Distorted. Wrong. Ghostly.

His head hurt... His eyelids felt heavy. And... everything went black.

....

Time passed. And at some point, he found strength in his legs again. He walked on. His head pounding with pain. He kept walking, hoping to see anything that could tell him where he was. But all he saw was wreckage. At a certain point, he started to wonder if he was the last person here. If he would die before he found anything.

He heard something... Voices. While he couldn't make out what was being said, he followed them. Hiding behind the wreckage of some kind of machine, he saw two people talking. One looked sort of like a monster. The other was a woman with long hair. Even if he was nervous and confused, at least there was someone here. He took a breath before leaving his hiding place. He was exhausted, and if he stayed on his own, he'd die.

"Excuse me..." Isn't that what you're supposed to say? He coughs. His throat feels dry. "I think I'm lost..."

Come to think of it... Where was he? Before wasn't he...? Wasn't he...?

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Eva was useless. She was no good as a soldier. It wasn't a life she ever wanted. A paragon? Her? She spent so much time on the battlefield wanting to die. Until she finally had a reason to live in her daughter.

And now... she would never see her again. She had always been a dutiful servant of God. So why...? Why had this happened? She had tried to surrender to the invaders to spare her life. But when they started arguing, Eva launched one more attack at the one in charge and fled.

She hadn't even transformed. She was too injured. Too exhausted. Some of them tried to strike her as she ran. And until she vanished into the city ruins, adrenaline kept her moving. At some point, she collapsed.

Thunder rolled overhead. Rain fell in the distance. Encroaching in on her like the darkness in her vision. She had learned nothing. She had not won the fight. But at least... At least they didn't absorb her.

She whispers a silent prayer to God to save her. But she knows it will amount to nothing. Blood escaped from the lacerations all over her body. She could no longer move. She would die here. Far from her family. She at least would prefer to die where there are flowers. Regrets ate at Eva ruthlessly. But she couldn't force her exhausted body to move. God's blessing, her divine blood, painted the floor beneath her. Trails of blood leading to her hiding place in this wrecked shop would wash away when the rain came.

A sudden sound jolted her enough to stall her passing out. Her blood could sense something. A powerful, familiar, and wholly dreadful feeling. Her sister stood in the doorway. She was no doubt.... Ashamed. Resentful. Maybe she would kill her herself.

"Ah..." She knew she was crying. Her heart burned with so many ugly emotions. Her sister was a merciless dictator who never cared about anyone but herself. She knew that her failure would not shock her.

@supremesself said: “Do you really want to say no to me?“

Eito  had  escaped  from  the  academy,  risking  his  live  to  plunge  a  kitchen  knife  into  his  chest  to  transform.  It  had  been  more  painful  than  his  infuser.  Less  smooth.  More  risky.  And  yet,  if  it  meant  escaping  from  that  prison  full  of  monsters,  even  death  would  suffice.

Wandering  the  wasteland  in  search  of  their  enemies  had  also  been  dangerous.  It  seemed  a  lot  of  the  little  ones  attacked  with  little  thought.  He  tried  to  speak  with  them,  and  most  still  fought.  He'd  need  to  find  a  commander.  And  he  did.  Well,  they  found  him.

He  surrendered.  Not  removing  his  class  armor  but  de-manifesting  his  weapon.  They  dragged  him  to  their  leader.  And  now,  thrown  before  her  on  his  knees,  he  could  feel  something  he  hadn't  felt  in  a  long  time.

Hope.

There  was  fear,  of  course.  Eito  didn't  particularly  want  to  die.  But  the  woman  before  him  was  powerful.  Maybe  she  could  do  what  he  couldn't.  Maybe  she  could  destroy  the  remnants  of  humanity.  And  if  he  had  to  die  to  make  that  happen,  that  was  just  a  price  he  had  to  pay.

He  stared  up  at  her  and  he  felt  small.  Maybe  this  was  always  his  place.  The  righteous  angel  of  a  god  who  would  destroy  humanity  and  pave  the  way  to  a  future  without  the  vile  monsters.

And  even,  despite  that...  She  stands  up  to  approach  him.  And  he  is  terrified.  The  words  she  had  spoken  catch  up  to  him  slowly.  She  is  going  to  devour  him.  Absorb  his  hemoanima  for  herself.  If  that  is  the  only  way  he  can  contribute  to  her  war,  then  so  be  it  but...  The  pathetically  human  part  of  him  is  terrified.  He  was  afraid  to  die,  still.  After  everything.  Even  though  he  had  known  how  likely  it  was  from  the  moment  he  plunged  the  makeshift  infuser  into  his  chest.

"Wait..."  It  comes  out  softly,  without  any  input  from  his  brain.  An  involuntary  plea  for  his  life  in  a  single  world.  And  she  asks  if  he  really  wants  to  say  no  to  her.

Translation:  I  could  make  this  more  unpleasant  for  you.

Or  maybe,  she  saw  value  in  him  beyond  just  a  boon  to  her  own  power.  Regardless,  Eito  didn't  mind  if  she  killed  him.  But  at  the  very  least,  his  survival  instincts  made  him  wan  to  plead  his  case.

"No.  I  don't."  Eito  is  an  amazing  actor.  He  doesn't  look  scared  at  all.  "I  am  not  asking  you  to  trust  me.  All  I  want  is  to  learn  the  truth  of  this  war.  We  weren't  told  anything.  I  truly  hate  humanity.  If  killing  me  and  taking  my  power  will  help  you  kill  them  all,  I'd  give  it  willingly.  Eagerly,  even."

He  closes  his  eyes  and  bows  his  head  ever  so  slightly.

@supremesself said: "Looks like they left you behind."

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Looking for supplies was a normal part of his days here at the academy. This time, he had opted for a small group. Tsubasa, Ima, and Kako. They had traveled into the desert. A good distance from the school. How could he have ever expected her to be there?

Terror was nothing new to him now. He had felt it time and time again when fights started to go south. He knew they couldn't face V'ehxness with just four of them. Hell, they could barely face her with everyone.

"Head back to the academy. I'll distract her!" Of course, there were protests. But Takumi swore that he would lose her and rejoin them. He hated breaking promises.

Cornered, a powerful strike had knocked him against the wreckage of a car. It winded him. He choked and gasped for air. He still held his sword tightly but...

He's terrified. He tries not to show it in his eyes as he glares at her. A vision played in his mind. Of her draining him of his life. Would it hurt? Would he still be aware? Forced to watch her slaughter the people he promised to save? His breathing comes out rapid and frantic. He slowly rises to his feet.

"I ordered them to retreat." His voice doesn't tremble, thank god. But he's scared. He hides it. He tries to, anyway. He holds his sword firmly between them. Hopefully she doesn't notice how he trembles ever so slightly. How his breathing isn't even.

"I'm the leader... It's my duty to keep them safe." He tells himself just as much as he tells her. He swallows thickly. Tries to control his breathing.

"Do you really want to fight me without your minions...? Doesn't seem like... your style." He stumbles in his words.

He doesn't want to die. He still doesn't know why Nozomi forgot about him. He wants to see his mom again. He wants to protect the others. But... all he can do is hope that he can win despite all odds. Or better yet, he can find a way to escape.

@supremesself said: "Looks like they left you behind." / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

It  was  no  surprise  that  Eito's  legs  gave  out.  How  long  had  he  been  walking  on  this  broken  path?  Getting  split  off  from  the  others  during  an  exploration  had  been  a  matter  of  good  fortune  in  some  regards.  He  didn't  have  to  fake  it  anymore.  To  put  on  that  smile  and  pretend  he  had  changed.  That  he  was  one  of  them.  That  they  didn't  TORTURE  him  in  an  attempt  to  change  him.

Every  single  time  he  looked  at  them...  Every  single  time  he  thought  about  them...  There  was  hate.  But  there  was  also  fear.  Being  executed,  being  put  back  in  that  room  and  shocked  until  he  couldn't  think  at  all...  That  fear  that  closed  its  hand  around  his  throat  may  be  the  true  sign  that  it  started  to  work.  Maybe  it  would  have  never  "cured"  him.  But  it  could  have  broken  him.

But  in  there  by  the  very  person  that  spared  his  life.  How...  disgusting.

But  his  brief  moment  of  respite  is  interrupted  by  the  Supreme  Commander  herself.  Eito  laughs  bitterly.  His  mission  had  been  righteous.  He  was  doing  the  right  thing.  And  yet,  it  seemed  like  lately,  the  world  itself  wanted  him  to  lose.

"Good  riddance."  He  says  quietly.  She  would  certainly  kill  him.  He  didn't  consider  her  an  enemy.  As  much  as  he  wanted  to  be  the  one  to  kill  that  traitor  Takumi...  Eito  wills  away  his  scythe.  Then  his  class  armor.

This  was  still  better  than  being  surrounded  by  monsters.  Being  put  back  in  that  room.  Taken  back  to  their  home  in  the  stars.  Maybe  his  death  would  at  least  bring  about  the  end  of  humanity  and  their  useless  pawns.

"At  the  very  least,  kill  the  others  and  destroy  humanity."  It  feels  heavy.  Bitter.  But  he  accepts  it.  Outside  of  his  mission,  he  had  no  reason  to  live  anyway.  If  she  could  fulfill  his  dream,  dying  wouldn't  be  that  bad.

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