The Scales Don't Lie (Arthur Harrow x Fem!Reader Book)

Chapter 4: The Return of the Scales

(A/N Omg! [SPOILER] I really can't believe that Harrow's gone! I cried like a child watching the finale last night! Ugh! Oh well, he served his purpose, I suppose.)

You stared into his eyes, and he did the same. It was like you were reading each other's minds. The things you now understood, were much too grave than you had ever known.

You had to know, you just had to know whether or not you were a good person. Whether or not you were good enough for Ammit... for Arthur.

If you ever had done or ever would do something to negatively affect this world, then you had to be judged for it. Your soul belonged to Ammit, and whether or not she chose to spare you was her choice, and you understood that now.

Arthur nodded, grabbing the cane, and positioning it between his hands. He looked at you earnestly, waiting for you to give him your hands.

You hesitated, the fear of death overtaking you. You wanted this more than anything, and yet your human nature refused to simply lay down and die.

You looked Arthur in the eye, and he saw the fear that so clearly plagued your features.

"Y/N" He breathed out your name, a sympathetic tone in his voice. "It's okay to be scared. The important thing is that you feel the call, the urge to surrender yourself to Ammit's judgement. Once you realize how much better you can make the world, the fear dissipates."

He reached out his hand, but you withdrew. Hearing his voice made you feel a bit better, but you were still terrified.

"I- I don't want to die." You mumbled, tears beginning to fill your eyes.

You sounded pathetic, and you knew it. You were sure that Harrow would be stern with you now, that he'd punish you for being so feeble and weak.

Instead, you felt a soft hand on your shoulder, and another under your chin, lifting your head up to look at his face.

What you saw in his eyes was not judgement, but understanding.

"I know how you feel." He started, a tinge of remorse crossing his features. "I- I was just like you at my judgement. I was so scared, but I had nothing to lose, so I went through with it anyway. I-" He cut off, getting a bit choked up at the memory. "I was declared a sinner."

You stared at him with wide eyes, as he hung his head in shame. Harrow, a sinner? You couldn't even fathom the thought.

"I don't know why Ammit spared me that day, but ever since then, I have used all my mind, soul, and strength to serve her." He paused, positioning his hands with the cane between them once more. "We owe this to her, Y/N."

You looked at him, and your brain stopped working. You felt like you did when you were walking with him the night before. That feeling of solidarity, like you were the only two people in the world, and no one else mattered.

You thought about that night. About his strong arms holding your tight. About his soft lips connecting with yours. You thought about all this, and you weren't afraid anymore.

With a newfound resolve, you held your arms out with a firm expression on your face. He nodded, and took your hands in his, placing the cane between them.

"Are you ready?" He asked, giving your hands a reassuring squeeze.

You nodded with confidence. You'd never been more ready for anything in your life.

You took a shaky breath inward, and the both the cane and scale on Arthur's arm began to swing.

You were nervous, of course, but also resolved. You would accept Ammit's judgement, whether it be life or death.

You looked up at Arthur, and you could see he was anxious. He tried to hide it, to put on an emotionless mask, but you could see the fear written deep in his eyes. He loved Ammit, but he loved you too, and he didn't want to see you die.

You inhaled sharply as the cane and scale both began to swing slower. Your eyes were locked onto the tattoo, watching as is calculated your fate.

Suddenly, they stopped swinging.

Only three seconds passed until the scale showed you your judgement, but it felt like a lifetime. You stared, knees weak, relying on Arthur's strength to keep you standing upright.

Then you saw it... green. The scale was balanced, and it turned green.

Your eyes widened and you smiled brightly. Arthur looked like he'd just won the lottery, the pure joy in his face was uncontainable, and he chuckled joyfully.

"Yes!" You shouted, practically jumping for joy.

He smiled widely, and wrapped you in a warm embrace.

You looked at each other affectionately, eyes locked.

"See, what did I tell you?" He began, an insurmountable amount of elation in his voice. "Ammit wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't worthy to serve her. She knew, and I knew, that you could do it. The scales don't lie, Y/N. I know they don't, because they told the truth about you."

You chuckled softly, a few happy tears making their way down your face. You felt so happy, and you loved him so much, and you weren't going to hide it any longer.

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. For the first time in your life, you felt whole, wanted,... not alone.

Your faces drew nearer until they were only a few inches apart.

"This is the face of a good woman." He said softly, tenderly placing his hand on your cheek.

"And this" You said as you ran your hands through his silver hair. "is the face of a good man."

Both his and your eyes were full of pure bliss.

As you closed the gap between your faces, and your lips met his, only one thought crossed your mind.

'He's accomplished his mission. He's brought heaven down to earth.'