「I'VE DUG TWO GRAVES FOR US, MY DEAR」
「CAN'T PRETEND THAT I WAS PERFECT, LEAVIN' YOU IN FEAR」
「OH MAN, WHAT A WORLD, THE THINGS I HEAR」
「IF I COULD ACT ON MY REVENGE, THEN, OH, WOULD I?」
•THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE OTHER GOJO X READER BOOKS
•TH...
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Chapter Thirty-Six: ferropacem sub libertate petit
warning: more angst
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HER hair was like pools of black beneath her. Strands cast over her face, mimicking a curtain over her features. Her head was lolled to the side, exposing the small scar over her chin. Nathan remember that they were wrestling around one day and she fell off the bed, splitting her chin open on the corner of the dresser. She'd thrown him over the bed to keep him from being the one that fell. He was only ten, then.
Her bronze eyes had deepened to a dark shade of brown. There was a cloudy film that had wrapped over her pupils, making them seem milky white rather than black. Her hand rested over her chest, soaked in her own blood. Her shirt had become mere strands of thread, torn and shredded by the claws of the demons that now resided in the depths of Hell. Though they were gone, their damage still lingered.
The gaping hole in her chest made Nathan feel sick. The veins, tendons, and arteries were visible, the blood having lightened as it poured from the wound. Not to mention the gashes and the bruises that covered her arms. He could only imagine what it could have felt like.
Still, she never hesitated for a second before she threw herself over him. He knew that if she hadn't done that, maybe she would still have a chance at being alive. He knew that that final strike was what had killed her.
He had killed her.
Now, she lay in her own bed of cerise snow, tainted by her own body. The snow around her was black, soaked with the blood of the demons that had met their fate at the end of her sword.
Nathan could just see how the exhaustion had set into her body. The circles under her eyes were dark, and he could just see what kind of toll this had on her body. He wondered if she was more at peace now.
Still, he couldn't help the tightness that formed in his throat, rendering his ability to speak. He felt his chest grow tighter, making it hard for him to intake air. He began to breathe heavily, sucking in deep gulps of air. He felt his hands start to shake, and his eyes were burning. His lips quivered, eyebrows lacing together in distress. Finally, he collapsed beside her, a sob choking its way past his lips.
Rey closed his eyes when Nathan's scream broke through the silence. It was filled with so much pain that it made his own chest tighten. He watched as Nathan laid his head on her stomach, grabbing her shirt in his hands. He sobbed, his words jumbling and slurring together. He was begging. Begging for her to get up. Begging her to move. He was begging for her to be alive.
Gojo slowly stepped forward. His gaze immediately fell onto the woman, his breath hitching in his throat. He didn't need to feel her pulse to know that she no longer had one. His Six Eyes gave him that almost immediately. Not to mention the sight of her body alone.
