❝𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄❞

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

chapter forty-five: “harbinger.”

(n/a: y'all can tell my favoritism.)

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ANGRY VOICES started to ring inside the goddess's head, hammering her forced slumber. Opening an eye, she realized she was inside a cell of a ship (?) and two males sharing the same features/clothes are arguing in front of her...

     "I TOLD YOU TO NOT HURT HER!"

     "SHE'S A FUCKING GODDESS! SHE CAN KILL ME ANYTIME!"

     "AND YOU CAN JUST CHAT HER ABOUT THE TSARITSA WANTING TO TALK TO HER, DUMBASS!"

     "WATCH YOUR MOUTH, ASSHOLE!"

They all stopped when (Name) yelped, their heads snapping on the cell she was confined in. She was touching her bandaged stomach, poking the blood splatter on it. Iron is a weakness for faeries—completely immobilizing them, preventing them from using their magic, and it takes time to gain back their strength after being directly...

     The one who was concerned opened the cell and checked her wound, "Does it still hurt?" He questioned, looking at (Name)'s fearful look. He clicked his tongue, "Now she's scared. THANKS TO YOU, ASSHOLE!" He grumbled at his ally (?).

     "Whatever you say," the other shrugged and left the two alone.

     "I—Who?" (Name) asked, pointing at him and the other one who just left. "Are you two twins of some sort?"

     "No. I would rather die than get called by twins with that moron," the blue-haired male grumbled as if he took it as an insult. "We're clones of someone, with who we share the same feature."

     The goddess made an 'O' reaction while nodding, "I see... Thank you for telling me..." She said as the man fixed her bandage. "If I may ask, what's your name?"

     "Why do you need to know?"

Amidst the mask hiding half of his face, she knew he was getting irritated by her constant babbling. It's best to not anger the one who's able to immobilize you, so she shut her mouth. The only sounds in the cell are the screech from the gauge being removed and him cleaning the wound (cue for her covering her naked figure, the breast part)...

     "Just call me the Doctor," he said. "I'm sure you're aware of the Fatui Harbingers after all, so I won't need any more introductions."

     "But isn't that a title...?"

     "So?"

     (Name) just chuckled nervously, "Alright, Mr. Doctor. If you insist on being called by that," she muttered whilst he replaced the gauge. "What does the Tsaritsa want from me?"