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The truce is final.

Fallacy smiled softly. It was finally happening. Toriel and Encre were meeting up at the halfway point between their two countries discussing the final criteria of a formal truce. They wouldn't leave before they had signed a truce. The area around them was a lush forest and they were hard to spot. Both had 10 guards each by fallacy's request just to make sure that it felt even and as a sign of trust between them. Trust that they actually didn't have. A soft smile made its way onto Fallacy's face.

"You will have your father executed and make it illegal to take civilian blood," Toriel concluded.

"It's already illegal to drink from civilians. Though we aren't in control of what we do when blood moon comes around," He said. Toriel nodded.

"As for your brother, I want him punished for what he has done," Toriel said.

"He is already in disciplinary training by fallacy's request," Encre said, drinking from his cup. Both toriel and encre had a cup of fallacy's favourite beverage. Why hers? Well, it was the only drink that didn't contain blood or chamomile. It had been quite fun to discover that Encre was allergic to the herb. Fallacy took a sip from her cup. She had one as she had to be the mediator between the two, and the drink helped with headaches. Felicia and Lofy both stood behind toriel. Reaper and Encre's own general stood behind him. The other 16 soldiers were a good 3 meters away. Fallacy smiled as the final agreement was signed. The two looked each other in the eyes. Encre's father was brought out. The man was gagged and beheaded in seconds. Toriel was shocked that it would happen right then and there, but it did. It showed that Encre would keep his word. The truce was now official. She smiled seeing the blood drip from the axe. Her family had finally gotten revenge, and the two kingdoms had peace. The two cheered and drank, but the cups were slain out of their hands by fallacy. She had jumped at them, forcing them to the ground just as two arrows were shot. The guards got closer surrounding the royals. Soon they were surrounded by masked figures. Werewolves. Fallacy could tell they were outnumbered by 20 to 1.

"Fallacy, this is the last time I'll take your advice on security," Toriel said. Fallacy sighed looking around. The odds of the guards being able to protect them were too low to risk it, and Fallacy could keep them safe with ease. Thought it would be rather troublesome.

"Toriel, Encre, forgive me, but I can make sure that we leave unscathed. Just don't ask too many questions afterwards," Fallacy said. The royals and those who were of higher command looked at fallacy like she was crazy.

"How? We are practically surrounded, and your useable magic is too low for you to tie them up," Encre said. Fallacy sighed as she changed into her Yaiko form. They had never seen it before but knew she had it. Thought she morphed one more degree, getting to what Fallacy considered her true form. Two identical antlers grew from her head and she looked to be slightly taller than before now being the same height as Encre. Silver and golden strings were tied between her antlers that towered over them. She sighed.

"Et mater tua defendat sanguinem," Fallacy spoke her voice sounding wrong, like that of an echo. A thick fog rolled over them like a blanket tugging them into a moist warmth that was suffocation in its own way. The soldiers scooted closer to their royals ready to defend them, as the strings between fallacy's antlers played a soft almost luring melody. She stood tall and towered over every one of them or so it seemed. Her stance was strong like that of a tyrant. Her eyes had a soft glow that cut through the fog, and her expression showed nothing but worry. The guards were looking out and protecting them from any intruders. They had hulled together closer, but the fog was heavy and made them blind to anything farther away than 2 meters. Cries of pain and agony were heard through the fog, but the music from fallacy's antlers drowned it out making the screams sound like nothing but whispers uncanny yet raw. The guards and royals were scared shitless. Felica knew exactly what was going on and who her sister really was or rather what her sister really was. It stung in her very soul to know that Fallacy didn't trust her enough to tell her the truth. Lofy however was horrified. While she knew her friend, this demon was not who she knew. Fallacy seemed cold to it all as blood started to drip from the strings every time it played a note. Two streams dripped from her eyes and her tears glowed almost softly dissolving the fog. A werewolf ran towards them looking scared, but a white long and skinny arm reached from the fog pulling them back into their fog with a scream barely heard. The head of the werewolf rolled towards them afterwards. Its eyes looked at them, staring into their hearts and souls as if they could end their misery, but they couldn't. If the head could scream then it would but it was forced to just stare at them almost begging.