𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I called each Archon to the throne room to discuss...things.

I stood up from the throne and crossed my arms. Alfonse's scar lifted with his smirk. His eye was gone from Sephiran's attack. All my Harbingers stood on the left while the Archons stood on the right. Alfonse budged towards Sephiran in a threatening manner and he flinched. Scara stood with the Archons...

Tatiana and Pantalone kept exchanging glances, while Lysithea and Pierro exchanged death threats. Visual death threats. Rinea gripped Scara's hand tightly, he held it back. Greater Lord Lacour and Sylvan were beside Alfonse. 

"I want to talk about what happened yesterday." I said, looking at my children, standing beside Dottore, then to Alfonse.

Alfonse mocked a grin towards the two boys, and Dottore flipped him off. 

"Why must you bring Dvalin into this, Alfonse." Rinea said quietly. 

"Because your beast is an annoying little fuck, he surely does love little boys." 

"No one cares about Dvalin, girl." Sandrone spat out. I instantly turned my head to her. Columbina closed her eyes.

"Excuse me?" Rinea turned to Sandrone. "How dare you-" 

Sandrone rolled her eyes. "You better shut your mouth. Scaramouche." She turned to him. He stared at her. 

"How could you betray us like this? Staying with this childish thing?" She pointed at Rinea. 

"Shut your mouth, Sandrone." Scara hissed out. 

"Could we please cont-" Sandrone turned to me. 

"I'm not done, Y/N." She argued. 

Columbina's finger twitched and she instantly opened her eyes. She tried grabbing Sandrone's arms. Sandrone pulled herself from Columbina's grip. Worry filled Columbina's eyes.

"You know what, Pulcinella was right about you." Sandrone stood in front of me. "You think you're so strong because you could wield two visions and get turned into a god." Alfonse instantly turned his head at the mention of my two visions.

"We will not discuss this here," I whispered to Sandrone. "Not in front of the-" 

"The what? Your children? Or Pantalone's children." I could feel Zephial's gaze on Sandrone. 

"They are not Pantalone's children. Shut your mouth before I make you." I hissed out in a cold warning. 

Sandrone laughed. "Why do Zephial and Sephiran look so much like Pantalone and not Dottore? Hm?" She tilted her head. 

"Why are you acting like this?" I demanded and she stepped backward slightly.

"I'm only expressing the truth." She grinned. 

"It will only take one insult before everyone kills each other," Breathed out Dottore. "How interesting." 

"We were perfect before you killed our true god." Hissed Sandrone. "We never wanted a whore to be our god." 

Alfonse chuckled. I turned my head in his direction.

"Go on, Pierro. Tell your true feelings about the death of your true Archon." Sandrone turned to Pierro. 

"Stand back and shut the fuck up, Sandrone." That was all Pierro said. 

Sandrone laughed harder. She turned back to me. "He doesn't have the balls to say what we all are thinking." 

"Sandrone, Please sit down." Columbina breathed out, voice ragged. 

"I will not follow the order of a fake Archon whore with her two bastard sons." 

Zephial gripped Sephiran's hand tightly. I glared deep into her eyes. 

"Say it." Dottore whispered, cocked his head to the side, strands of blue hair falling over his mask. 

"You are nothing but a fake Archon whore with the fucked up idea of ruling over a land that isn't rightfully yours. Maybe the baby in your stomach is also Pantalone's."

"I will have your tongue for that-" 

Blood splattered across my face. Some of it got into my mouth. I heard the gasps and Sephiran's screams. Sandrone's jaw was revealed to the entire room. Her body tumbled over and hit the ground. Her fingers twitched and the top of her head rolled across the floor. 

Dottore held a long sword made of Cryo. He smirked and kicked Sandrone's body. My eyes widened. 

"She can keep her tongue." Dottore turned his head to me and smirked. 

Columbina covered her mouth and broke out into silent sobs. 

"15 years of pure rage, let her die as her master died." Dottore jabbed the blade into Sandrone's heart. 

Sephiran wouldn't stop screaming, Zephiran grabbed him quickly and ran out of the room. I glared at Dottore. 

Pain shot through me and I gasped out in pain. I almost fell to my knees and Dottore gripped me tightly, preventing me. I cried out and held my stomach. No, it's too early. 

 𝐙𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐋'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I don't know how far we've been running, or how long, all I know is that we were running. Sephiran was a crying mess, he could barely catch his breath as more sobs broke through.

I stopped running and caught my breath, Sephiran sobbed hard and fast. I gripped the side of his face tightly and screamed at him to stop. He didn't. 

"You saw nothing, do you hear me? You saw NOTHING." I hissed out. 

He tried to nod his head but the tears kept coming. 

"Look, Sephiran, Look." I demanded and gripped him tightly. Small snowflakes appeared on his head like a crown. "See? See? A crown made for a prince!" He kept trembling. "Princes aren't afraid of things like that! Princes don't cry in the face of fear!" I exclaimed. 

It started to rain heavily. Very heavily. Sephiran stopped crying and hugged me tightly. 

Laughter erupted from the entrance of the palace. I quickly turned around, the Hydro Archon laughed as he stalked toward us. His missing eye was sure to gleam with excitement. 

I gripped Sephiran tightly.