The Goddess of Bad Luck (Pit x Reader x Dark Pit) (Under Editing!!)

Remembering...

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    I was in a dark room. It had to be the dream again. Or I had died and been sent to hell (not the cus word, the actual place) for not making up for all my sins on earth. I wasn't hurt. I didn't see a scratch on my entire body. I just felt heavy, like I had the world on my shoulders. I stood up and I felt like everything in my body wanted to give up. My arms and legs, my eyes and ears, even my brain was done. I started to walk in the darkness. I could feel my steps drain all the energy right out of me. I didn't remember anything, so I didn't try. I knew it would only make things harder. Then I remembered something. 

     A vision popped into my mind, but it was as if I could see and hear the people as if they were right in front of me. It was Pandora and a girl next to her. I didn't know the girl, but I felt like I did. The scene became so real that I walked around. The two didn't seem to notice me as if I were invisible. I sat down and listened to the people in the scene. Pandora and the other girl were sitting on a bed talking, socializing, gossiping about gods and goddesses. The warm light of the bedroom made me feel at home. The feeling was almost familiar, like I had been there before.

     "Atë, I was invited to a party. Do you wanna come along?" Pandora's smiling face put all others to shame.

     I remembered when she had invited me to the party. I was shocked. The girl sitting next to her was me. The me from my past life. The vision started to fade as much as I internally begged it not to go. Blackness. I was astounded that I had remembered. The night of the party was when we became best friends. The next vision started to appear. Pandora and I were on a human murder rampage after the party. We were having too much fun to really think about what we were doing. Zeus put a stop to it and demanded my execution without giving me time to explain myself. Pandora wasn't executed, since she didn't kill half as many humans as I did. The vision of humans being murdered by the thousands in the streets started to fade. I was happy, too. What I could accomplish as a goddess was unruly.

     Blackness. I started looking around for the next vision, I wanted to know more about my past life. The vision I saw next was the worst. A gathering of gods and goddesses in the hundreds gathered around a tall, wooden stake. The stake that I was tied to. Around me were large clumps of hay. I could hear Zeus shout praises of an execution. An execution fit for a witch. I shouted for it to stop, but the god lit the hay on fire, starting the beginning of the end. The end of my last life. The fire only got closer, and I watched as the sweat rolled down my face in the vision. It was a terrible way to die, but it's not like I didn't deserve it. The flames consumed my body as Pandora cried out in objection, telling it to stop. The vision faded with my dead body, and I couldn't help but cry. Everything hurt, including my eyelids. It was as if I had relived the tragedy. I ran away from where I saw the execution.

      I waited, but no more visions came. I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. And...