𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I slowly made my way out of the bedroom, it was so dark and cold. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm and pulled my hand to my side. I almost screamed and stumbled back. A woman - tall and lean stood in front of me, her hair was very bright orange and her skin was darker than the night sky. She smiled warmly and held her hands together.

"Who ar-" I started

"Hello, It is a pleasure to finally meet you." She grinned and I raised an eyebrow. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think I've-" She cut me off again. 

"K'haenri'ah's princess, these poor men make you seem so ruthless and evil." She whispered and confusion ran through my body. 

"I am so sorry but I am not who you think I am," I whispered and she tilted her head slightly. "I am sorry," I muttered and walked past her. 

I walked down the hall and kept to myself. I lowered my head and looked at my hand. Who the hell...I glanced back up and stopped. The hallway became dark, cold, and gray. Dark oak wooden doors lay open, just inviting anyone who dared to come in. I swallowed my fear and stumbled back a tiny bit. I turned around and the woman with the orange hair was gone. I turned back and slowly made my way down the hall. It was so quiet. What is this? 

The first door was wider and I peeked inside. A man, middle-aged, sat on a throne. Ice covered the bottom of the seat. Burn marks employed themselves on his neck and the butt of a dagger stuck from his throat. His blood was staining the ice below. I tried to go inside but the door slammed shut in my face. I hissed and moved backward. I continued my walk and found the next door. Crows, as black as the midnight sky, pecked and ate from the bones that sat on a long table. A girl, whose hair was the same tint as Pantalone's, sat on a makeshift throne. She smirked at the end of the table, I tried looking but this door also shut itself on me. 

I kept to myself and made my way down the hall. Some of the doors remained open, but when I came anywhere close to them, they slammed themself shut. I finally found an open door and I looked inside this one. It was the woman from the portal and I almost ran to her. Pantalone stood beside her and he had his arms crossed over his chest. The woman held a sharp blade in her hand and blood coated the tip of it. I heard screaming - it was my screaming. She smirked to herself and pulled herself away from the Pantalone. The screaming got more and more intense and I shut my eyes tightly. I hissed and opened them again. 

Just for the woman to be looking directly at me. 

She did not smile, her gaze was cold and she just stared. I screamed and the door shut on its own. Shadow figures flew past me and I quickly drew my sword. My Gnosis cried as monstrous creatures made of smoke snapped their watering jaws at me. I tried my best to fight them off but it did not work, they just regained their original forms of smoke. I quickly ran down the hall, the lanterns that illuminated the hallway burnt out with every passing shadow. I ran faster. Humming filled the area around me. It was a beautiful form of music and it flowed through my body. The humming soon became singing, it got louder and the doors slammed shut harder. 

Women in their white cloaks backed away from me. They looked like my father's whore, they all looked like her. The white-cloaked women started to sing along with the singing. My Gnosis hissed and the smoke started to fly past me. The lights started to form around my wrists and I stumbled back slightly. I breathed heavily to the point of panting and turned around. The same woman from the portal slowly stalked toward me. Her grip was tightened around her sword handle and she had bloodlust in her eyes. I took a step back and soon the remaining lights burnt out. The singing soon became denser, more dangerous, and more...vintage. 

The only thing illuminating the hallway was my lights and her Vision. The woman smiled ruthlessly and I tried backing away. I shook my head, what am I doing? I cannot be afraid of this girl, why am I afraid of her? She stood in front of me and I pressed my blade up against her neck. She just smiled and licked the blood from her lips. 

𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Zephial was wide-eyed and terrified. Y/N kept pressing her blade against his neck. She said nothing and she just looked...dead. My fist collided with Y/N's neck and her body fell. She cried out and I quickly caught her. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed and her body went limp. Zephial shook and held her arms tightly. 

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I woke up slowly and Dottore stared down at me, his mask was gone and he looked angry. I blinked away my tiredness. We were in his lab...and it was deathly cold. 

"Want to explain yourself?" He spoke coldly and I blinked again. 

"Scara? I was comforting h-" 

"Why did you hold your sword to our son's neck?" He hissed out and my eyes widened. 

"What?" 

"You were going to cut his throat." He pulled himself back and I sat up. 

"No, I wasn't- I...I was with that girl, I don't know what you're talking about." I begged and he started to laugh. 

"What girl? There was no girl there, only you trying to kill our son." He smiled and I frowned. 

"You don't believe me.." I whispered and he turned his gaze from me. "Dottore plea-" 

"Don't Dottore me." He spat out and I flinched. "Why are you acting like th-" 

"BECAUSE YOU WERE GOING TO FUCKING KILL OUR ONLY REMAINING SON, Y/N! HOW ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT!?" He yelled at me and I bit my tongue. 

"Dottore please just listen to me," I tried holding his hands. "I saw something, it's the woman from the portal she knows Pa-" He pulled his hands from me. "She knows Pantalone...he didn't look right, please you have to believe me I was not in the right state of mind! Did you not see the woman with the orange hair in the hall? All the women in the white cloak?" 

"No." He turned to face me. "I saw you hold a blade against my son's throat." I started to cry. 

"I love them both with my entire being and the fucks of Celestia took one of them. I cannot - do you understand? I cannot live through losing another one." His voice broke and he pulled himself from me. 

"Both?" I looked at him with tears running down my cheeks. "What about our daughter? What do you mean by both? There were 3 of them." I hissed and he just looked at me. 

"She was premature, unlike Zephial and Sephiran, she was not a child she was dead." I felt as if my heart broke into a million pieces. 

"How dare you?" I screamed at him and he said nothing. "How dare you even think of such a thing!?" I exclaimed and my Gnosis screamed. 

"How dare you bring a knife to your own kid's throat!" He yelled at me and I sobbed. "I wasn't in the right state of mind!" I took a step back. 

"That doesn't fucking matter-" 

"Of course it fucking matters, Dottore! You're a doctor, you of all people should know this!" I sobbed. 

"You know I would never hurt Zephial-" 

"I find it very hard to believe, Y/N." He said coldly and my body shuddered. 

"Dottore, Listen to me," I screamed and he took a step back. I took a step forward. "I was not in the right state of my fucking mind, give me a fucking break!" I cried and he smirked. 

"Would you be acting this way if you actually did slit his throat?" I stood back and he grabbed my arm. "What would you be saying if you cut his throat? What would you be doing if you actually did hurt him?" He demanded and I sobbed. 

"Did the woman in their shitty white cloaks tell you to do this? Did the unknown woman tell you?" I shook my head no hesitantly. 

"You're hurting me.." I sobbed. 

He grabbed both my arms and held me in place. "TELL ME." He screamed at me and I sobbed harder. 

I felt something inside of me crack and my body shuddered. My eyes widened, and I screamed in pain. Dottore quickly pulled away and I clutched at my chest tightly. I screamed louder and I started crying hysterically. 

"Y/N?" His eyes shaped and he hesitantly tried to approach me. 

My Gnosis was shaking - no - it was breaking. I sobbed and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The woman who was with Pantalone barked out a laugh. Dottore screamed out my name and I don't recall how hard I hit the floor.