Shadow over the future, Broken Fates✨🌌 | Vento Aureo

Bro? Bro.

??/7/2000
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The way back home was anything but pleasant.

After you gave him that one hell of a glare, your stand had gone literal haywire. Ragged spikes emerged from the ground- The ground cracked and became disfigured by your own bloody hands.

Yet you kept punching and punching, desperate to let it all out.

Anything to survive this hell.

Your shadow-

It was pulling itself apart, light corroding and protruding its shallow features with glass-like markings, threatening to tear you apart at any second. She was screaming for help.

All you could do was watch.

S̷t̷u̷p̷i̷d̷,̷ ̷u̷n̷w̷o̷r̷t̷h̷l̷y̷ ̷l̷i̷t̷t̷l̷e̷ ̷s̷h̷i̷t̷.̷

A̵̜͌r̴̫̐ẹ̴́ ̵̛̞y̶̬͝o̷͚͌ǔ̷̼ ̶̻̌ȋ̸͉n̵̪͑ ̷͖̀m̶̪̄ỵ̶̅ ̸̥́b̸̻͗r̸̫͐a̸̮͝i̶͙̓n̴̪͠?̶̪̃

f̸̝̭̬̞͉͇̲͖̭͔̩̞́͜i̶̧̧̦͖̪̰̳̮̦̔́͂̅̽͛͋̓l̴̡̤̱̻̫͚͈͖̘̻̬̰̫͕̈t̸̨̨̫̙̙̼͓͔͙̥̬͓͎̞̀̉̈́͊̇̍͋́̏̒̄͐̾̚h̵̨̛͋̇̅͋̑͒̿̆̆̒̚̕͠y̴̱̓͛͊ ̷̺̬̜̩̆̓̄̆̐̃͒̊̏̔̔̚b̸̡̡͇͕̰̣̙͖̭́̆̾ͅr̴̡̤̘̙̫̎ả̴̢̨̢̺̳̞̼̜̹̼̭̳̾̐̍̈͜ṫ̶̛̙̫͕̜̭̏̇̿̐͊̕̕.̸̖̲̞͉̠̽̄̑̑͆͌̅͊͛̇̒͂͠͠

P̶̟̲̅l̸̢̖̦̽ͅͅe̷̙̟̺̗̿̈a̵̘̝̙͎̭̺̅͋s̴͚͓̻͕̪̀̈́̆̎͜͝e̷̩͓͊̍͆̋̒͝,̷̙̝̜̽͘ͅ ̶̡͉̫͕̟̽̓͌͘s̶̨͔͔̜̬̕͜ẗ̸̢̼̖̘̙̥́o̵̧̲̦̬͙̜͊͛̊́͛p̶͙͓̙̈́͛̈̓-̷͈̫̄͌̀͠͝Ȇ̴̳v̴̦͌ẹ̶̎ŕ̴̞y̴̢̌t̷̮͝ḫ̸̽i̷̗̓n̷̼̈g̸̠͘ ̷̤͌h̴͋ͅu̶͇͊ṛ̷͗t̵̢̔s̸̺̈́-̴̨̀

I should've wished you were the one that died instead.

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{3 Hours earlier}

✷✿⁠^♡༶'s POV.
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The moon rose, it's dim light covering all of Italy, giving it a sense of serenity.

Coated in darkness, there was one who stood out the most in the dark city of Naples. One who wore all white. How..blinding. They held a cane- seemingly one used to help with walks. An elderly, perhaps.