Gestalt Child: Remembrance

Chapter 2: Existent Non-existence

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A heartbeat that lasts for eternity within a stopped time, lives consumed in soundless balls of fire.

No one can tell when the world is displaced and the flames of the Crimson World sweep over all.

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3rd Person P.O.V.

The flaming-haired girl stood still as her clothes and necklace blew in the wind of her attack. Her fiery eyes bore holes in the soul of the injured amalgamation of faces that lay motionless on the floor.

A deep crimson flame poured out of her like a broken faucet. It bathed the surrounding area in a light similar to the light given at end of a sunset.

Girl: "So... What do you think Alastor?" She seemingly asked herself out loud, her gaze fixed on the fallen doll. She seemed lost in thought.

Out of thin air, a masculine and deep voice of a mature man echoed. His voice sent a chill down the spine of anyone unfortunate enough to hear it.

Alastor: "Hmm... They're not Crimson Denizens, they're just Rinne" The male voice spoke to the sword-wielding girl.

Y/n simply stood there with an unreadable expression as he looked at the scene in front of him. Both incredibly ecstatic and extremely confused.

Y/n: 'I've got no idea what is going on right now...' He thought absentmindedly.

Y/n: 'And I'm okay with that' The words came unbidden to Y/n's mind but he pushed them away. Instead, he allowed himself to focus his attention on the strange situation unfolding before him once again.

The girl walked a few steps forward to the destroyed corpse of the baby doll. Its head, torso, and limbs hung loosely, barely hanging onto its broken body by mere threads. The child's face was contorted into a terrified grimace, its lips curled upwards in agony, showing its yellowed teeth. The small body lay in a heap on the ground, twitching slightly as it continued to emit small whimpers of pain. It clearly hung to the few threads of life left within it, despite knowing that it had been utterly destroyed by its opponent's power.

The girl picked up the doll, looking at it in disgust and revulsion.

Girl: "This thing is disgusting... Look at how pathetic it is..." She whispered, her dark red eyes glazed over in disgust. "What did this to this Rinne?" She asked in pure curiosity.

Alastor: "Questions for later" He responded. "For now simply kill it off and finish off the other Rinne" With these orders, a bright red flame emanated from the blade of the sword in the girl's hand, creating a massive explosion that blinded the entire alleyway momentarily. A moment later, the explosion died away leaving behind multiple small blue flames on the floor next to her.

Y/n stared in awe at the girl. Despite looking to be only 13 years old, she managed to destroy the doll effortlessly and without hesitation. He admired her skillfulness, admiration filling his eyes. However, something inside him told him to remain cautious towards her and what she could possibly be capable of. He lowered his gun after holding it up for what felt like hours, but really wasn't even a minute.

Just like before, the ring on his left index finger glowed a bright light briefly but it soon died out as the gun in his hand disappeared just as the bags previously did. He sighed again, casually placing his hands in his pockets, waiting patiently for the scene in front of him to continue playing.

The girl stared down at the multiple blue flames on the floor as she waited, her face emotionless. After several seconds passed, she turned her head to look at the amalgamation of doll faces that was still lifelessly laying on the floor. Slowly she made her way toward where it was located on the floor.