A Deer In The Village Of Lions {completed}

a deal with the devil - 9

For the next few days, I moved around from castle to castle, sleeping at any place that I was allowed to rest my head at. I was afraid to go into the village like this, and sleeping alone at the Dimistrescu castle was too depressing. Mother Miranda granted me free roam as she prepared to resurrect Eva. I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted since I was no longer attached to the Dimistrescu women.

This was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.

At Lord Heisenberg's, we drank fiery alcohol and talked for hours- more like me listening to him rant about how much he hated Mother Miranda and his need to leave. He tossed knives at pictures of her and his siblings, as I sat nearby, cross legged and intrigued. He would tell me stories about how his life could have been without her, without those powers that Mother Miranda forced onto him, how he craved to have a partner in his life, craved for the intimate normalcy that evaded him so.

He was broken beyond compare, destroyed at not being able to truly know himself, only knowing what he was supposed to be to appease Mother Miranda.

He was plotting to kill her, once Eva had been reborn. He believed that Mother Miranda would be at her weakest and most vulnerable. She would never expect it.

He had shown me a hatch that led to an underground chamber, seeing the many horrid machinations of people that he created. He was building an army of machines.

Eventually, the time came to address the elephant in the room, he wanted me to help him in his plan to take her down and escape. I was the only one to kill Ethan Winters of course, he thought I was strong.

I guess he saw the weird look on my face and began to gush about how strong I was and how my regeneration abilities would make this easy.

After a while of him talking, he allowed me to say a few words. I promised that I would always watch out for him, and I would be loyal to him throughout anything, but I had to find my way first, I had no clue what the village would be like without Mother Miranda, I explained that I wanted to have time to adjust to things, and if it ever came down to a brawl, I would stand by his side. I convinced him to speak to his siblings as well, see if they would join him as well, in case he ever needed backup.

He promised he would consider it, and we crashed.

...

The time I spent with Lady Beneviento and her dolls was lots more fun than I assumed it would be.

"Y/N! It's my turn to hide again!" Angie screeched, jumping up and down as I had found her for the millionth time that night. I lost count just how many rounds we had played, how many times I had found her, and how sore my legs were from running up and down the castle. Angie picked some of the hardest to find hiding spots and was a sore loser. If I found her, she would demand that we play again since I 'cheated'. I never cheated, but the rounds got longer and longer.

"Angieeeeee... we've been playing for 6 hours straight and I can barely stand!" I hollered back at the doll, flopping onto the couch, throwing my entire body weight into the cushions. "Let Y/N rest, and we can play again." I mumbled into the pillows.

"No fair! No fair! No fair!" She yelled, hopping atop my back and stamping her little heeled feet. her little heels dug into my wings but it was more annoying than painful.

"Angie, please?" I asked, she didn't respond, only dropping onto my back and pouting.

"Pretty, pretty please?" I pleaded with her, now flipping over so I could see her pretty painted face. I got the same response, only folded tiny arms and a glare.

"Talk to me Don- Angie." I asked, poking at the doll. Well, where her ribs would be. I suppose that was enough for her, her uncrossing her wooden arms and giving me a puppy dog stare-- a stare that only a wooden face with sharp eyes could manage.