Philia's body lay still, burdened by an unshakable weight, imprisoning her in immobility. When her eyelids fluttered open, she gazed upon a somber, ashen sky. Above, the clouds loomed ominously, casting an oppressive gloom. The air hung heavy with a bone-chilling cold, while a cacophony of discordant sounds filled the atmosphere, a symphony of turmoil and commotion.
“Kill her!”
“Burn her!”
“Monster!!”
Philia's mind was a fog of confusion; she couldn't recall any preceding events. Desperation gnawed at her as she attempted to survey her surroundings, but her body remained unresponsive.
Then, a voice pierced the disarray, its familiarity striking a chord within her. "This is something you've brought upon yourself, Philia," the voice intoned, sending a shiver down her spine.
Suddenly, Philia's "head" turned, directing her gaze toward the speaker. Her "lips" twisted into a scornful expression, and she heard her own voice respond, "To hell with you, Gregorio."
A wave of shock washed over her. It became clear to her now; she was reliving one of "other Philia's" memories, a fragment from her previous life when she faced execution by fire. In this strange perspective, she could only observe events through "other Philia's" eyes, as a silent bystander.
Indeed, it was an unexpected and grim perspective through which Philia experienced the world - dark, gloomy, and filled with hopelessness.
As she listened to "other Philia's" retort, Gregorio's reaction was far from pleasant. He clenched his teeth and jabbed an accusing finger towards her. "You have no right to speak insolence to me, bitch!" his words laced with anger and disdain.
"Other Philia" erupted into a chilling, mad laughter before unleashing a frenzied scream. "Don't preach about rights, you son of a bitch!"
Greg responded with a cruel laugh of his own. "You believe you hold the moral high ground? Think again, as you're the one bound to the stake! Can you hear it? That's the sound of justice, the people rejecting a tyrant like you."
"Other Philia" giggled manically, as though she had heard the most amusing joke in the world. "You're all hypocrites! You're no better than me! If I'm a monster, so are you! You'll all burn in hell alongside me!"
Her gaze descended upon her subjects, eyes narrowing with an unsettling intensity. The people below shivered, feeling as though her gaze pierced right through them, sending shivers down their spines.
“Enjoying the show, are you?" "Other Philia" taunted with a sinister grin. "I was once your master, and I molded all of you into this! Let today be the day you finally admit you're no different from me, every last one of you!"
Gregorio's voice cut through the tense air, his anger evident. "Philia! Turning against your own people, how far have you fallen... This is a shame to our family, a disgrace to our father!"
Suddenly, Philia herself began to violently struggle against her restraints, causing the stake to tremble and sway. "DON'T EVER MENTION THAT WRETCHED NAME IN MY PRESENCE!" She roared with a furious intensity.
Greg maintained a stern silence, his gaze locked onto his sister. "You leave us with no alternative, Philia," he stated gravely.
"Other Philia" sighed, tilting her head back to gaze at the sky. Philia, still observing this from her peculiar vantage point, felt a cold tear trace her cheek, only to be swiftly evaporated by the biting wind.
"When have I ever had a choice?" "Other Philia" murmured, a sense of resignation in her voice.
Greg delivered a severe reprimand. "If you had been a responsible Master, we wouldn't be facing this ordeal!"
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Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )
FanfictionPhilia lived a good life, as a country-master; she did her job really well... Maybe "too" well. She worked alongside her brothers: Gregorio and Martial. All three of them rose their country to the top and succeeded. There were endless wars and ma...
