An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Her name is Alpha-1

Speech = ''.....''

Thoughts = [... ...]

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He waited...

And waited some more as he studied her body breath in and out through her delicate lips, but the tranquil and still posture of his body did not meant he was standing idle.

A small portion of his mind entering through her non existent mental defences and hooking itself inside the deepest corners of her subconscious, as he slowly started to awake her both mentally and physically like a machine who needed different parts to be turn on at different paces so that it could work with.

Controlling that no leaks of mana or raptures through her mortal vessel would endanger her life or taint her soul, but not compressing them to the point where they will cause pain and cause a ripple that would throw everything down the drain. She was like clay and he was moulding her form to harden where and when he needed it to until it became more than just a faceless mass and a true living being.

This was a process of creation, not destruction as he was used to after all this time...

It was not meant for war nor it could be tainted by his own brokenness...so he was forced to focus on the matter and push each and every ounce of emotion from not just himself, but his magic for as long as he could. Creating a pseudo-false empty personality between his real one to act as fodder for the task unless he wished for something else than perfection to raise from this slumber.

The scent of copper and steel hanging in the air was barely paid any heed, just as the blood drenched blankets that tarnished the once purity shade of white they held a few moments ago.

The glinting silvery knife now stained with arterial red.., forgotten as it lay in a pool of blood in the ground as his purpose had been met. For the faint of heart the amount of blood would have cause dread, and yet the girls body had no scars to speak about where the incisions had been made.., nor she looked worse for wear than before..

But if someone had been able to see through both her skin and flesh, if they had been able to peer through tissue and muscle alike they would have noticed something very wrong with the little girl. A peculiarity in which each and every bone in her body was glowing with a purple, blueish hue...strange symbols carved into the very bones which had now turned blacker than night.

Her original bones could not have survived the tribulations that she was about to met in what was left of her life, so he had to replace them. Change them..., transform them. No longer resembling their original selves as they were made into something greater...

Her sword and shield when it came to survive in this world, tools that would not break or fail her when she needed them most...a part of her body that would be able to generate its own magic or absorbs it if needed.

Perhaps it could be considered as a gift of sorts, an apology for his...slip.

There were so many things that could be done with the addition of runic language in her own skeleton that he wondered rather briefly what use she would have it do once she learned to channel it.

Children after all had peculiar minds. Cruel too if his memory did not betray him..., but mostly rather peculiar.

Speaking of which.., her body had taken rather well and accepted the change in her body without much issue, wrapping around it with a tight grip. But that was just one of the two parts needed for this.... pet project to work. So while her body proved willing to change, her mind....though pure and calm as it was, was the more troubled of the two.

He cocked his head down, feeling the way the ancient respirator tubes jangled with one another as he did. Scarlet eyes glowing with an unreadable expression as they stared at his..."guest"

Pain....

She was in pain...

Even if he was not swimming inside her mind, having fused a part of himself through the rehabilitation process or had he not been talking with her with a small spec of his own self he would have notice it either way..

The way her lips stiffen between each breath before they relaxed rather briefly, how her eyes crouched and lines creased her youthful face, the way her fingers tingled and even scratched the blankets. Or how dark energy pulsed through her veins with each throb of her heart....

Well, that last one was his..., only having grown stronger when it came into contact with the scent of Aurora. Though why given her clear connection with the purple haired witch, turned annoyance she was not speaking or emanating through her he did not know.

Dead or not..., one did not needed bodies to continue to pest around for as long as there was a connection with the original host, and what better connection than blood? Still.., that had not come to pass. Aurora was as present in the girls mind like a monkey dressing like an undead while dancing with a tutu.

Still, he continued to watch inside her, if only for precaution. Her body may not feel any ache at the moment, but it was capable to reciprocate the scars that had been carved into her soul previous to his meeting with her.

So...with that in the way he was not in any hurry for her to wake up. So when she did, she was not surprise or expectant..

He rose from his seat and calmly walked away from her towards the broken remains of what was once a window while she started to stir up, reaching it with barely two long strides while the ground creaked under his metal heels. His body blocking rather effectively a big part of the stream of light that was pouring through it.

Empty eye sockets staring back at the open blue skies that laid outside before they were lit again with even more fiercer look as they glared at the bright sun. Stretching a hand forward as two of his fingers started to rub against one another. Slowly dimming the light from the skies as the ocean blue skies turned grey and the skies became marred with clouds.

That would be the last thing he could for now as the sluggish movement of muscles that had until then not been able to move freely as her mind started to try to assert its control over the fleeting straws of coordination with her limbs reached him. Granting him a few extra seconds to quell down his own fear inducing scent before he were to face the girl in the flesh..

Sometimes a little bit was enough to make the weak of heart to faint and die on the spot as their organs fell down a self destructive loop of increasing speed into organ failure...

He was not going to have his work wasted because he was dealing with a child. No.., certainly not...

And after that passing thought came and left did he heard her voice, soft like morning breeze, yet with a hint of confusion as her slender body started to raise from her position in the bed. Drawing his attention as he cocked his head to the side, watching her golden hair falling around her face, yet not enough to hide away those sky blue eyes that were no longer vacant and were trying to track her surroundings..

''W-where am I..?''

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A/N

If you are wondering, Alpha is gonna have a decent buff in the story compared to canon. Why? Why not...? Delta is best doggo, but Alpha is mvp...

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Is it I or for some reason I found myself imagining Po-tato (Cids bald friend) acting like Shane from TWD approaching Cid while rubbing his head and telling him "Ohii, Cid! Let me tell you something". At least is more funny than thinking of Skel-eton calling out to the heavens for the power of greyskull.