The Mortal Babysitter: A Dark Deception Fanfiction (Agatha x Reader)

Episode 10: Bonds Beyond

Universe Five
Subverse Eight-One-Four

For some time, I have journeyed through this world, bearing witness to despair of every degree, to atrocities the human mind would not dare conceive.

From the moment I savored my first breaths, I recognized chiefly their wickedness—their vile souls glimmering joyfully behind a crooked grin. From their hands, our lands wept in scarlet; from their gazes, our sanity crumbled—a castle besieged.

"They are not to be trusted."

"They will never cease their hunt."

"They will be our end."

And yet, as our numbers wither away—as the paradigm of our existence hangs by a mere thread—I cling to my naivety. I dream my dreams—these crystalline visions which flaunt a scene of togetherness, a depiction of an undoubtedly wholesome reality.

No more hierarchy.

No more superiority.

No more bloodshed.

Till my final gasp, I will fight to silence the timeless claim—the pinnacle of golden rules—"the only good demon is a dead demon."

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Chirp!

Chirp!

Chirp!

They sang their gentle tunes, their elegant wings spread wide as all around them, the canvas of azure unfolded across distances undefined. Titan-like clouds joined them on the journey, as did the glorious sun, its rays smooth as a soothing warmth embraced the world.

The space below, however, was not quite as even. Indeed, the trees held their peace, placidity hanging off the tips of every leaf. Indeed, the blades of green flaunted their lusciousness. But as this forest flourished, so, too, did its pockets of alacrity, the tranquility ravaged as atoms raced with the haste of lightning bolts.

Case in point: the frail little girl, bolting for her life through the oak maze as something—someone—gave chase like a rabid dog. Cuts and scratches marred her ash-gray skin, her tattered nightgown giving its all to shield her fragile frame. With every stomp, her tousled hair bobbed, the shade black like ink as it complemented the violet of her irises.

Every muscle burned.

Every nerve begged for relief.

With each beat of her heart, her chest ached from corner to corner.

The girl glanced back, just in time for the shadows closing in to howl their howls.

Please . . .  she begged. Please, leave me alone.

Lava flooded her lungs, or so it felt, her limbs threatening to shut down any moment.

Not yet! I can't be finished!

But no matter how much she begged, no matter how bright the miracle shone, she couldn't catch the light, collapsing at the edge of a narrow clearing as the fatigue smothered her.

Come on . . .

You have to get up . . .

You can't go back . . .

From the outskirts to the center, a blurriness crept into her vision, and gradually, oh so gradually, she found her consciousness melting away.

But before she would completely faint, she saw the messy blob of a figure, steadily approaching.