The Lady Of Mercy {A Mafiatale Story}

¤ ×{C4: That Was Not Intentional}× ¤

"There ya are, ya little piece of ungrateful shit." he muttered in a voice of triumph, as he prepared to pull the trigger after aiming his sniper rifle on his target. Through the scope on his gun, he stared in concentration at the woman who came out of a red limousine. She was all dressed in a posh blood red gown and heavy silver jewelry, it made him laugh to realize how easy he could finish his mission.

Along with her, came out her assisstant; the lady he met yesterday, who saved the assumed doña of the Mercys. She was dressed in a simple white gown, wore light makeup, as well as even lighter perfectly matched jewelries. It seemed she still has her signature butterfly sunglasses on even at a gala, I wonder why.

The sight of her presence made the skeleton groan in worry for the plan they all discussed. If she's here, does that mean it's all over? He doesn't stand a chance?

No fricking way am I losing that britch from my sight ever again, he grumbled, proceeding to initiaite plan B, as he picked up and reloaded his pistol, before leaving the rented building he was in. He headed for the gala, praying no one would call him crazy and panic for what he plans to do later on.

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Chara gracefully waltzed for a grand entrance upon arriving at the gala. She was very pleased to be welcomed by numerous oohs and ahhs from each guest. Some were familiar of the princess and were either in spite of her, or compassionate.

She was too busy shaking hands and such with her black-gloved hands that she did not notice the peculiar skeleton walked past her towards the red-carpeted grand staircase. He focused, and was ready to perform an open fire ambush as soon as she steps under the crystal diamond chandelier that hung on the creme-coloured ceiling.

When the time has finally come, he didn't spare a moment longer.

He swiftly shot the chandelier's support hanging wire with his pistol, the sound causing the guests to scream in terror and surprise. I knew I should've equipped a silencer, he groaned at what a mess he's caused.

As the said interior ornament fell fast towards the dazed victim below, everyone held their breaths, expecting the worst.

Luckily, as quick as you could say 'lemon gumdrop', her assisstant in glasses forced her weight to push her master, causing them to both fall hard on the floor, just as the chandelier shattered in impact beyond repair. No one was hurt, and the king stepped in after resisting his royal guards' attempts of forcing him to safety.

"Chara, innamorata! [Chara, sweetheart!] Are you alright?" he rushed to her aid in tremendous concern. He was followed by his wife, who had just arrived from the kitchen, her expression frantic, drowning in worry for her beloved child. She isn't their biological daughter, but it shows how much the Dreemurrs adored her with all their hearts.

Even Asriel stood by in concern, his emerald green eyes fixed towards Sans, who had decided to join the crowd.

Suspicion rose throughout his being, as the prince approached the son of Dr. Gaster. His next remark, however, made him snap, "Wow, that was not intentional." said the skeleton, raising both of his phalanges casually.

"What the frick is wrong with you, you jackatch!?" Asriel growled before pulling Sans by the collar in a forceful way, making everyone gasp at their prince's sudden actions.

"Woah, woah, easy there, pal. That was an accident, I didn't mean to sit on the trigger." he lied in his defense, calmly. Of course, it enraged the goat further. He was furious.

"Why were you carrying that thing around in a gala anyway?! Are you mad?? You almost killed the princess!"

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean any harm, the gun's all for the safety of the guests, and to you all, Your Majesties." he explained, adding an apologetic bow in the end. Someone give me an Oscar award for this, he tried not to snicker.

As much as she'd love to stab the bonehead with her heels, knowing that he pulled the trigger on purpose, Chara held back her anger, showing off a shocked and neutral face. After all, this gala was made by her foster family just for her, and it would be a waste to ruin such a special day.

"Your Majesty, forgive my son for his clumsy behavior. I know that an apology like this does not cost enough to repay either the chandelier or your daughter's safety, but I can assure you, it won't happen again." Don Gaster thankfully intervened, immediately understanding what trouble Sans threw himself into.

"I could understand that, but I feel very concerned. Not only for Chara, but for your son; he's usually an accurate and careful person, is something wrong with him?" the king asked, gazing at the shorter skeleton in deep worry and wary.

Sans was about to reply, when his father quickly explained a perfect excuse, seeming to sort everything out, "He's fine, no need to fret. This is just a temporary breakdown and a normal response, especially how coincident it is for his girlfriend's death anniversary is also today."

"Oh... Is that so?" Asgore gazed at the short skeleton with a look of pity and sadness, "I'm really sorry this celebration was held today. How inconsiderate of me."

"No, Your Majesty. It's okay-"

"Nonsense, I understand. Dr. Clemency was family to all of us, I know just how much you two cared for each other. The moment Chara left our familia, we mourned drearily as if she was good as dead, just like how you did for Ms. Frisk." he sighed, softening his expression as he held Sans' shoulder, "But we knew that if we did not learn to let go, she wouldn't be able to spread her wings and soar high to her dreams."

He pointed at his foster daughter, who was still being horded by her assisstant and other bodyguards to her aid, "And so we learned. Just look at the position my child is in--she's the doña of La Familia Misericordia [The Family of Mercy]. What more ambition of hers could we possibly want?"

Oh, I don't know--a successful blood bank heist?

Sans looked on, and was instead, startled to see the dare demon's assistant staring at him intently. She glared at him, and he could've sworn to see a golden glint underneath her tinted shades as she did.

What's her problem?, he frowned, feeling uneasy.

"Son," Asgore called out, catching his attention, "we loved Frisk, we all do. But when will you finally let her fly, and reach her peace of mind?"

Sans was caught off guard, speechless at what the king said. It was the very moment he realized he was right.

His lady dreamt of nothing but mercy, as it was impossible for her to reach. The instant she died, she was perched unto a branch, ready than ever for flight to finally achieve that dream of seeing nothing but mercy up there. All this time, she could be waiting for his signal.

He was the trees, the leaves and branches that shaded her, in hopes of protecting her. However, he was the nest that selfishly covered her away from independence to seek the world's final lenity.

It is time he should shake and let this go, let her go.