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Your vision, that which you had sworn to keep, is gone.
The only thought in your mind as you are dragged thrashing and screaming up the Tenshukaku Palace steps is that you have failed.
Your nails bite into your already busted and broken hands, blood from a cut on your forehead clouding your vision and making you dizzy. You felt like a hurt and feral animal, attempting to claw at your captors.
You would do anything to maim them for what they stole.
Copious amounts of anger and adrenaline flow through you. Even with your source of power and worth gone, you could not stand to be complacent to these glorified gatekeepers.
The Tenryou Commission soldiers had not been kind to you, which had been expected. They handled you roughly as they forced you through the intricately designed palace doors.
You immediately went silent, not wishing to show any weakness to the Raiden Shogun should she be present.
Maybe if your sight was not clouded due to your head wound, you would be able to make out the sight of the Electro Archon, Baal herself, sat before you. You shook with barely concealed rage.
How many people has this woman indirectly murdered in her blind search for eternity?
You were forced to your bloodied knees, which is probably not appreciated by the cleaning staff considering how much blood you were getting everywhere. You look nowhere but up at the blurry form of Baal, hoping that maybe the sight of a bruised and battered woman would soften the Archons gaze... yet she did not waver.
"You bring before me a badly hurt girl, explain yourselves." Baal claims, directing her attention to the soldiers restraining you.
"Not just a girl, my lady, but a girl who singlehandedly defeated twenty-three of my men stationed in the city with her electro vision." The soldier said, gripping your arm painfully tighter. "Twenty-three good men, defeated easily. It is only by luck and numbers that we were able to subdue her."
Normally you would feel pride, but you know what this means for you. Expectedly, Baal studies you with more interest. You can imagine the thoughts and connections running through her head. A Sangonomiya Resistance member, a likely valued one at that.
Baal waves her hand in dismissal of the soldiers. "Leave us."
The soldiers spinelessly rush through the door, likely fearing the wrath of Baal. The doors slam and the resounding sound echoes into silence. You feel an urge to run, but you know it would be futile. You would be dead before you forced yourself up.
The archon rises from her throne, shoes clicking against the floor as she approaches you. Your neck strains from the effort of looking into her eyes. She is a tall woman, and kneeling on the floor does your height no favors.
"That look of disdain and fear in your eyes... you are no street ruffian, are you child?" Baal asks, taking note of your bloody yet well-made attire.
"I am no child nor a ruffian." You hiss. "Are you waiting for me to rat myself out, my lady? Because I will do no such thing."
Your voice shook slightly with the thought of divine punishment, yet the Raiden Shogun did nothing but stare. She watched you as if you were some sort of specimen, as if you were not a person. You grit your teeth.
You prided yourself on your now stolen power. It may be gone, but you are sure that if you had a chance and the ability you would make this so called god regret looking at you the way she did.
A new voice, likely the archons personal lapdog Kujou Sara, spoke up from beside the throne. "What do you plan on doing with her, Your Excellency?"
Your breath catches in your throat.
Will she give you the easy way out?
"She is a powerful resistance soldier. Contain but do not harm her." She spoke with an air of finality, that of which could only be possessed by the Electro Archon herself.
Baal turns to you, bile rises in your stomach as she lifts your battered chin with a gentle, scarless, godly hand.
