The foyer comes into view. There rests Remilia, arms and wings folded behind her back, a new hat upon her head, completely mobile and looking upwards as she paces back and forth. There rests Nathaniel, crucified on the wall above, sharp wooden stakes thrust through his hands and feet. And there, suddenly, rests Sakuya, standing by Remilia’s side, once again in her navy blue maid uniform as if nothing had ever changed. The vampire turns around, sees you and Cirno standing there, and smiles.
“How nice of you to join us this morning,” she croons.
You’re speechless. You’re motionless. No. No, this, this…no, just…no. Cirno grips your hand tightly and huddles close to your leg, but says nothing. How did…but Nathaniel, he…it was all…but she…and she said…except what if…but to do that…and he would…but then why…and why not... Who?!
“Don’t just stand there in awe of my hospitality,” Remilia continues. “Come here. I’d like to see your faces.” You don’t move for a few seconds, and she frowns. “Mmm, you’re not listening to me, are you? I said: Come. Here.”
How can words that are the opposite
of yelling be the most demanding, life-threatening screams you’ve ever heard? You can’t help but fear for your life and walk forwards into the midst of this chaos.
Remilia takes to the air and begins floating around aimlessly, speaking in words coated and dripping with poisoned ambrosia. “I think our game should come to an end, now. It’s grown much too muddled and complicated for it to be any fun for anybody any more. Besides, you all need to know your scores.” She floats down right next to you and situates herself so she might as well be laying on the ground, if the ground were two meters higher.
“Little farmboy, you get six out of ten. A completely lack-luster showing from you, I’m afraid; nothing I haven’t seen at least a dozen times before. Compassion, mercy, idealism, excessive questioning, all so very boring and predictable. Without little Nathaniel helping you I doubt I’d have even given you four, but I must say you won some points by adding our little fairy princess into the mix, no? If you play again in the afterlife, I’d suggest being a little more outgoing; growing a spine might help, too. Perhaps the dead play by different rules, though? I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been there.”
She then swivels around and smiles at Cirno sweetly. “I’m afraid late entries result in a disqualification, tiny fool. You never had a chance of winning, anyways. Perhaps you can at least have some happiness in knowing that I will enjoy watching you die. Very much so.”
Focusing on Nathaniel last, she lifts his head up and looks into his sunken eyes. His breathing is labored, and with each breath more blood runs down his hands and feet. She would be whispering to him normally from the tone of her voice, but increases the volume for the listeners’ benefit.
“Ahh, you sad, sad wandering man. Why so serious? Be happy: I give you nine out of ten. There’ve been others, several others, who’ve gotten as far as you, but none I think have been as enjoyable as you to play against. As least, none that I remember; I’ve played far too many times to keep track. Your gentlemanly façade was entertaining, though futile; I trust you knew this? I did not expect the watch, I must say; for a moment I was almost afraid! But, ahhh, you disappointed me so very
much when you played your last card. I would have expected a smart man like you to know that I would never allow such a loophole like that to exist in my game. A shame you had to realize your mistake instantly; I would have enjoyed watching my Sakuya string you along for a while like she strung the farmer. But, well, life isn’t perfect. At least, not yet, anyways.”
He says something as a drop of blood runs from his lips that you are unable to hear. Remilia smirks at the unheard statement.
“Cheat?” she replies, giggling. “No, no, I don’t cheat at all! I win
With a most un-elegant abandon the vampire grasps Nathaniel by the torso and rips him off the wall, the wooded stakes remaining affixed to the plaster behind him, then lets his weak form topple carelessly the long three meters to the ground. He crashes in between you and Sakuya, Equitas and its sheath clattering noisily against the cold marble. He screams in agony for a few seconds, but bites his anguish and tries to reduce it to a pained groan, which for the most part fails.
Licking a few drops of blood off her hands, she looks at all three of you, the maid standing directly underneath her.
“Now since you have all been at, shall we say a slight…’disadvantage’, I think I can find it within my heart to allow for some extra credit points. You might call this your ‘final exam’, class. One last chance to impress me. Don’t dally now; I’m in no mood for my time to be wasted any more, you see.”
This…makes…no...sense. What, what just happened? Sakuya was…lying? Pretending? Fate of the Present is useless? Remilia’s been toying with you the whole time? She’s just going to kill you all because she’s bored…?
She’s going to kill you. She. Is going. To kill you.
[ ] One last chance. Impress her.
What I have written, I have written. It is not the writing this story needs; it is the writing this story deserves.
For this story to survive, I must first be willing to let this story die. I have no regrets. Fear, I have too much of. Insanity, perhaps just as much. But no regrets.
Post #150. >>26317 >Why hello Isaac.
Isaac cannot save you now. >>26342 >>26343 >>26344 >>26347 All
of our souls are broken, just like Flandre’s. This is but a piece of mine: once hidden, now revealed. >>26357
Your rage cannot touch me now. I no longer write for you to feel happiness. I no longer write for you to feel sadness. I write so that you may have the truth, and have it to the full.
And the truth is…sometimes you will never be able to know the whole truth.
If you resent me for it, you know where to find me. I will wait under the moonlight, weapon in hand, ready to believe you…or to destroy you. Amadare wa chi no shizuku to natte hoho wo tsutaiochiru
Mou doko ni mo kaeru basho ga nai nara
Kono yubi tomare watashi no yubi ni
Sono yubi goto tsuretette ageru
Higurashi ga naku akazu no mori e
Ato modori wa mou dekinai