𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚...

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Without the Gnosis...we are just like everyone else," Lacour whispered and pulled his hand away from the wall. "Could you destroy it?" I turned from Lysithea to Lacour. "We shouldn't." Lacour hissed and I was taken aback. "We should leave it as it is.." He pulled himself away from the wall and the green aura disappeared from his palm. "What are you trying to say? What's behind it?" Lysithea held her waist and tilted her head. Ryoko remained quiet and pulled up his flask to his lips. "Hopefully a fucking fire." He hissed and took a swig. "I cannot see what is behind it, my vines die off before they even go within 20 feet inside." He muttered. 

I turned my back to the wall and closed my eyes. "This is useless..." 

"Y/N..." Pantalone whispered and held her chin, the woman tilted her head slightly. "They are not the Archons you are used to..." He muttered and the woman just smirked. "That is no problem for me, Harbinger. I'll make them beg for their lives." She smiled, blood lust coated her eyes and her smile. Her beauty covered her true nature, if you looked closely you could see the scars that stained her back. 

I immediately opened my eyes and my body shuddered.  I slowly turned back to the wall. "What's wrong?" Lacour lifted his head and my eyes were slightly widened. Who...was that? I turned back around and gripped my arms tightly. "We leave it alone for now," I spoke and speed walked away.

Maybe I was the problem...maybe I'm the reason he was taken away. Standing in front of Sephiran's bedroom door, I hesitated to go inside. Zephial moved out of the room, he left all Sephiran's stuff there. I kept my hands to my side and looked down. My shoulders shuddered slightly and I bit my tongue. 

𝐙𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐋'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Sephiran hugged mom tightly and she started to cry, she didn't notice he was there. I frowned and looked away. 

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I couldn't bring myself to go inside, so I went to burn Signora's room to the ground. She didn't do any of this...but I just felt like I needed to do it. I opened the door and turned my head to the nightstand. A journal lay on top of it and I tilted my head slightly. I walked over to it and picked up the book. All the dust was blown off of it and I went on my knees. I saw another journal...multiple actually from underneath the bed. I grabbed the ones I could reach and placed them in front of me. I grabbed one and opened it. My eyes widened and I almost dropped it. 

Pictures upon Pictures of Scara...in sexual positions. He did not look happy. He did not look like he wanted to be there. There were cuts and hickeys all over him and my stomach dropped. In one of the photos, Signora's hand was gripping his chin tightly. I dropped the book and opened another one. It was just books filled with these types of photos and I covered my mouth. I was shaking. 

"What are you doing?" I turned my head and Scara stood in the doorway. My body shook and I almost threw up. "S-Scara..." I turned around and he saw the journals. He went deathly quiet and his shine vanished from his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked again, this time very harshly. "W-Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered and struggled to stand. He scoffed and turned his gaze away. I held his hand and he pulled it away from me. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" My heart dropped. "What are you talking about?" I whispered and shook my head slightly. 

"Don't act as if you care." He spat out and it pierced my heart. "I'm not ac- why are you being like this?" I held his hand again and he shoved me. "Don't you fucking touch me!" He exclaimed at me and I gripped the nightstand tightly. "Sca-" I started but he cut me off. "You let Rinea go knowing she was pregnant." My body went stiff and I lowered my head. "Dottore told me you saw it happen and did nothing." He spat out like venom. "I couldn't do anything Scara! If I could, I would've!" I exclaimed. 

"STOP SAYING MY NAME!" He screamed at me and I stumbled back. "Do you ever stop and think about anyone else but yourself?" He slammed the door shut and I flinched. "Just because your aunt was the Tsaritsa doesn't mean you're entitled to everything!" He gripped the wall tightly and I remained quiet. His shoulders shuddered and I looked at him. "You're as bad as Raiden Ei." He spat out and tears fell down his face. I hesitantly walked over to him. "S-Scara...I am so sorry..." He wiped his eyes and looked at me. He turned his gaze away from me. "What will you do now? Now that you...know." He hissed and laughed quietly. "She's dead and that was so long ago...you will find a way to make this about-" I hugged him tightly and his eyes widened. 

I gripped his back tightly and he said nothing. He then spoke. "When...when she took you in her Sanctuary...I thought you'd never come back..." I gripped him tightly and he broke into a sob. "I thought you were going to abandon me too.' He hugged me back tightly and cried into my chest. I bit my tongue tightly and his body shuddered. I kept hugging him through the night. 

He was asleep in my arms and I didn't let him go. It was so early...I didn't sleep yet. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered for what felt like the 200th time. I turned to the photos and I grabbed all of them with ice. I curled them all into balls and threw them into the fire in the lantern. My gaze was cold as I watched them burn.