The Ninth Harbinger couldn't remember when he started to feel happier at work, maybe it was when you started showing up, assisting him at every turn. Your smile seemed to make his day, and the names you called him filled his heart with joy.
You were born in [nation], where he had found you. At first, he was somewhat envious of you. You were gifted with a Vision, whereas he was not. However, your desires to become a member of the Fatui seemed to ease his jealousy. You were similar to him, in a way. You seemed to loathe the Gods who gave you such a Vision.
One day, you had gotten a little too drunk at a work party. The Ninth Harbinger was looking for you, wondering where you had gone to that evening. He was merely curious. Usually, you were in his office organizing his piling stacks of papers or shoving books back in the shelves. He had found you, almost passed out on a table, the other agents joking and laughing amongst themselves. He had snuck in, taken you, and left.
It was the first time you had went into his room, even if it was involuntary. Inside himself, the Harbinger didn't trust the other agents not to find you and take advantage of you. He swore to keep you safe for the rest of the night.
But... you had woken up. You noticed the Harbinger sitting at the table in his room, a candle lit next to him. He was looking through more reports, and in your head, you laughed. He seemed to never run out of work.
"Lulu," you called out softly, your voice a little higher pitched than usual. To him, you sounded like a child. You sat up in his bed and brought your hand to your head, feeling a headache coming on. "Lulu," you called again, this time your voice normal. The Harbinger realized he couldn't keep ignoring you and set the book down, looking at you.
"Yes?" he responded, tilting his head.
"Where am I?" you asked, frowning. "What happened?"
"You got drunk, little one," he answered. "You are in my room. If you feel uncomfortable, you may leave, but I did not want anyone to take advantage of you."
"Oh," a blush dusted your cheeks. You brought your other hand to your face and rubbed your cheek with the palm of your hand. "I'm sorry. It must've been an inconvenience."
"Not at all," he quickly stood up, coming to sit at the bed side. "You've done a lot for me. It's the least I could do," he smiled.
That was the first time you had ever called him Lulu. And, while he longed for you to say it again, he knew better than to ask. The Gods seemed to finally smile upon him one day, though, when the name had accidentally slipped your lips. It was during the workday, when you two were alone. The Harbinger tried not to make a reaction to the name, while you were busy trying not to cry out of embarrassment. You did not notice the smile that had come to his face, instead pretending to busy yourself with cleaning his office. At one point, you left to find lunch, and the Harbinger finally let out the biggest grin he ever had, stopping his work and laying his head on his desk, trying to relive the moment again and again.
Those memories were fond to the Harbinger, even as he lay now at your bedside, gazing upon your unconscious self. It had been weeks now since you last moved. The only indication that you were still alive was the Vision that he had in his desk drawer, the [color] hue shining brightly. Every time he looked at it, he was reminded of the times you had used it. It wasn't often, and most of the time, it was merely to make your life easier. He knew it was unfair of him to take it from you, but he knew how little you cared about it.
His work seemed to only pile up, and the time he got to spend with you now dwindled. He constantly seemed distracted.
This went on for a few days before he refused to leave you. He slept, ate, and worked next to you, anxious for the day you would finally wake up again. You two had spent so much time together, it was foreign to him to not hear your voice or see you smile anymore. The last year's worth of memories kept running by him, and oh how he longed to hear you call him one more time.
The Tsaritsa took notice of the Harbinger's inability to work and went herself to... take care of you. She sent the Harbinger away with the promise to keep you safe. Once the Harbinger had left, she looked down upon you with a cold gaze.
"There is no room for distractions," she stated. An agent walked in and picked up your lifeless body, carrying you out of the room. The Tsaritsa followed, and soon you three ended up in a dark, cold room. Your body was laid in a coffin, similar to the one Signora was in months ago.
There was no remorse. There was no hesitation. The Tsaritsa covered you in ice, cryo-freezing you and stopping your heart. She closed her eyes, said a prayer, and left. Hours passed and she visited the Harbinger.
"Pantalone," she walked into his office, her arms folded over her chest. "Y/N has passed," she slipped the lie easily, watching in displeasure at the Harbinger's facial expression. His face had only fallen for a second, but it was almost as if he had known you were to die. After all, in his position, he had to accept that death would come at any time.
"Thank you," was all the Harbinger could muster. The Tsaritsa turned and left the room. The sound of the door closing was almost deafening to him. He looked down and opened the drawer to his desk, expecting to see a dull Vision.
Instead, he was shocked to find the Vision still active.
