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The Neva Flows

A/n - Still/The Neva Flows (Reprise) - Anastasia the Broadway Musical is an absolute banger and inspired this one shot so...enjoy

"Earth is no place for a high ranking demon" Michael, the almighty angel's voice whispers behind you. Your black ball gown whirling as you turn to face the angel, "Michael." Your voice wavers slightly, "Come on. Back to your home." He sneers, grabbing your arm, "My home is here." You fire back, breaking free of his grasp, walking towards the ballroom's doors, "Stop playing this game, Y/n." You turn to face him, your white eye glowing, "We both know this is not a game." you fire back, "If you really are Mama Emeritus, do you think history wants you to be alive?" You take a strong step towards him, "Yes. Why don't you?"

Michael steps towards you, towering over you as his wings rustle behind him, "The Emeritus family was given everything and gave back nothing until humans rose up and destroyed them." He turns his back, stepping away from him, "All but one." You correct, feeling nothing but resentment towards the heavenly creature. Michael faces you with a scowl, "Finish it." You step closer to him, "I am Satan's daughter." Michael gets in your face and shouts, "And I am God's son." He unsheathed a dagger. You were defenseless, but not scared of death, "Finish his bidding, I must." He growls, walking over to the windows, overlooking the town, "My father slaughtered your kind. My mother never discussed that night."

You walk behind him, "Then look at me, see my brother's faces in mine. Hear their screams. Imagine their terrors. See their blood!" He turns, holding the point of the knife inches away from your throat, "But I believe he did a proud and vital task. And in my father's name..." He takes a step closer. You hold your arms out to the sides, "Do it and I will be with my brother's and parents back in that Church all over again!" Michael turns away, a hand running through his hair, a pained look reflecting off of the glass "The children, their voices." Michael's eyes widened, seeing the ghostly figures of Nihil, Sister, Primo, Secundo, Terzo, and Copia looking back at him. He straightens his posture, "A man makes painful choices. He does what's necessary, Y/n." He turns away from the glass, "For Heaven, my people. What choice but simple duty?" He turns back to you, "We have a past to bury, Y/n" The knife still inches away.

You feel the power and will of your family behind you as you step towards the angel, he steps back as you do so, you stare into his eyes. His grip tightens on the hilt, "For the last time, who are you?" He yells. You straighten your posture, your hands gripping the ball gown's large skirt, "I am, the Prime Ruler of the Church of Emeritus, Mama Emeritus the First." The blade presses against your throat, you can feel the holy metal stinging the precious skin, "Be careful with what a title brings. A revolution is a simple thing." He presses the knife harder into your neck, but you don't flinch.

You smile, like a lunatic, but you can see the reunion with your family, one you've waited so long for. You can smell your mother's perfume, you can see the black and white face paint sitting on the bathroom counter from when all five of you would get ready, and you can hear your father's voice, spreading wisdom and life across the realms. If this was how it ends, at least you know who you are. Michael's body tenses, you lift your chin, ready for the sweet release of death, he drops the knife and staggers back, "I-I can't."

He throws the dagger to the ground, he falls to his knees, sobbing. You walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder, he might have wanted to kill you, but you understood. If the roles were reversed, you would have done the same. This feud between Heaven and Hell has waged for eons, ending with the two of you in this ball room. His hand rests on top of yours, his eyes look up into your mismatched ones, "Vita Longe, amore." He vanishes back to the heavens.

You sigh deeply, letting all the fear and emotion from this moment wash away in victory. The ballroom doors burst open, Mountain runs in, he quickly holds you in his arms, "Are you okay? What happened? I could feel you being stressed and scared." You hug Mountain back, "Nothing, nothing just my anxiety, it's okay." He relaxes under your touch, you look up at him and smile, he notices the red line on your neck, but chooses not to ask, knowing that you would only deflect his question, "Now." You say pulling back, your regal voice regaining it's strength, "We have a ball to attend."