𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.1]-[C.3]-> [Never Meant To Be]

   [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

She forgot just how long it had been.

Locked away in here to be forgotten by everything and everyone around her. Slumped against the flag which she once held with pride. Her fingers gently grasped its handle, though not because she was scared to break it, but because she couldn't muster the strength to even form a fist. Laying against the soft bed of white-colored flowers that laid all across the floor, save for a single, small area, a clearing with lights shining.

There stood his sword.

The very same one he wielded until that very fateful day. The day which he took his blade, not for the people, but against the people. A massive sword, which was almost as big as Jeanne herself, something that seemed to be impossible to use. And yet, the memories in her mind kept on playing and replaying every single second that she remembered about him. Weather was crying, or screaming profanities at his enemy.

They refused to go away.

Her hair, once golden in color, shining much like the lights that stood coming from seemingly nowhere, was now destroyed. Almost as if, for centuries, she hadn't bothered to even fix the slightest problem in herself. One could once see her face that always beamed beauty and comfort. But now, it was nothing but sorrow. Circles of red on both her irises and around her eyes, thanks to how much she had already cried.

She looked broken.

She couldn't even remember the last time that she had gotten out of this place. In fact, she doesn't even know what day, or even century, this is. All because she stood locked away with nothing but the same, ever-replaying thoughts of the one she had lost on that fateful day. They were all the same, for all this time, they never stopped playing or replaying. They all haunted her, and made her lose her shining beauty.

200 Years. All day. Everyday.

Nonstop, not even looking away or distracting herself for a mere fraction of a second that was it. She looked for him in each and every single corner of the Earth, all in vain hopes of once more being reunited with him. It was such a joy when she heard what had happened to her after her death. It was the best thing that she had heard all of her life. Until she was faced with watching, and seeing him and all of his actions and sins.

Until the day he died.

Her eyes followed him throughout his entire life, always watching wherever he went, or whatever he did. She was glad that he had managed to one day finally calm down, but was utterly heart-broken when she had to watch him cry and sob every day. She always clutched her shattered-in-pieces heart, closing her eyes and glaring away from that scene. But at the end of the day, she always comforted herself with a thought.

The thought that they would be united.

But eternity had other plans, and instead of delivering them one to the other, it stead took him away from her hands. It was even worse for her when she was faced with seeing her best friend and loyal soldier become that monster. That thing. That creature. It all made her even worse when she heard just how much he, too, claimed her name. And it all became utterly unbearable when he, and her lover, faced off.