Mors stares at the sorrounding space, an unreadable expression etched into her features, like that of a statue.
She turns to look up, towards the ceiling of this massive tunnel she finds herself within. Though she knows what's there, simple houses and more grass that people used to play on, she can't help but admire.
She created this. With her own thoughts, and her own mind. These are her thoughts taken form, placed into hee world.
...And she lives as a part of them. A part of a fantasy made into reality.
"...It's so fun..."
A smile stretches her lips, though it's not so unnerving or deranged as the one from before.
"...to play make-believe."
She chuckles to herself in a reminiscent manner. She looks nostalgic, as if remembering something long gone.
"...Haah..." She looks down to the ground, unable to keep her façade any longer. She closes her eyes.
"...I'm tired of this. It was fun until now, but seeing A-no... Envy, remember everything... what's the point? I can't ruin him anymore... he's already fucked up..." She sighs again, moaning out of boredom.
"...Whatever, I said I'd start a revolution... guess I have to." She looks ahead, opening her eyes and starting to walk down the street. The only sound that fills the air is that of her heels clicking against the ground.
She can't tell if it's therapeutic, or infuriating.
Eventually, she comes across a transparent circle in the floor, its shape the same as the door she walked through to enter Malkuth.
She steps onto it, and it begins lowering her into a long, lit up corridor that leads to another circle, just the same.
The second circle opens up, and she keeps descending on the one she got on top of.
Softly, she reaches the ground and steps onto a paved road, adorned with white gravel to light her path.
An incredible landscape is revealed as her eyes roam.
"...Yesod."
Everywhere you look, there is greenery. Beautiful shrubs and well kept pines of dark green complexity decorate the space, spaced evenly around structures made out of dozens of kinds of trees.
Looking up the side of the tunnel, she sees those same roads climbing it, reaching platforms in the shape of half circles which hold beautiful roses, tulips, and all other kinds of flowers.
She looks ahead, taking slow, deliberate steps as she moves and taking note of the many arches that she passes through.
Lined with milky white flowers akin to Gardenia's, the arches make her feel as if she's a newlywed, taking a walk towards her future, yet without a husband.
Wisteria flowers hang overhead , the trees themselves stretching their arms to shield her from the light above.
It's a wonderful world in it's own right.
"...I'm proud of this one, brother. I worked hard on it. I wonder... will I get to show you...?"
Her voice trails off as she reaches out to touch one of the wisteria's that hang lower.
Her skin collides with the light purple colour of the flower, and it wilts within seconds.
It darkens, until it's nothing more than pitch black.
"...Haha..." She chuckles shortly at her own stupidity, then, with a wide grin, continues to walk.
"...I just want to be happy..." She looks up, her grin bitter, if anything.
Continuing through, shielded by the shadows of the wisteria's and arches, she holds her scythe weakly.
Eventually, she comes across a massive tree. Towering above all else, sorrounded by the paved road, its branches reach out towards the nonexistent sky. Vines droop down its extensions, veiling its bark in black and gloom.
People take their own slow, deliberate walks around this tree, observing it as they circle then walk off to find another thing to look at.
Parents, children. All alike, happily conversing. And it hurts her. She doesn't have that.
She walks through the veil of vines, pushing them out of the way to softly touch the trees hard skin.
"...Yggdrasil... well, a copy of it. The real thing... he destroyed it. I remember, still... watching it happen... all that fire." She presses her forehead against it, looking downwards.
"...He burned everything... I hadn't expected him to find his way back there, but he did. I just wonder, in what world will he give up?" Her tone raises along with her conflicted thoughts.
"...Why won't he die? It isn't fair... all I wanted was to live... I just wanted peace. So, why..." Her voice quivers...
"...Why do i have to die to him..! Over and over...! Again and again...!" Her breath grows heavy, ragged. Desperate.
She's irked more and more by her lack of understanding. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why are there things that she can't have? Why are there things that she can't really have?
"...It's not my fault we're like this... it's his...! He won't let me be..." She sobs, her fingernails digging into the wood of the tree.
"...And he left mom... he left me... to fight in that stupid fucking war..."
She recalls the last moments of a woman in her deathbed, their kept gazes as they hold hands.
The womans grey, aloof eyes look into her own, almost... melancholic. And it hurts.
"...Why do I deserve this... what did I do..."
Her fingernails tear from the tree, her grip tight on the scythe in her other hand.
"...I wanted him to live... to come back... that's all I wanted... and he hated me for it... he cared more about those stupid fucks... he wanted to die with them... so what?!" Her voice disappears, only her thoughts remaining as sobs left her mouth.
"...So he could leave me behind?! So I'd be alone again?!"
She grits her teeth, reaching a breaking point.
"...Oh, but..."
She chuckles silently... at her own stupidity.
"...what does it matter, right...?"
She pulls her head back, taking one last look at the tree's skyscraping figure before uttering a death sentence.
"...Death by fire."
As her breath wafts over the flesh of the tree, a flame forms. Slowly taking over its surface, rending it asunder.
Its branches fall to the ground and people look on in surprise and horror as Mors backs away. The flames rise more and more, engulfing this symbol in destruction.
She smiles yet again, and turns around to make her way back to the circular elevator.
As she passes through these arches yet again, she glides her fingers along their surface, every touch setting a new flame alight.
Smoke and fire spreads as people begin to run, but they never get close to Mors, their breathing dying out in the flames.
She continues to walk, each step adding to the fire, yet she never looks back.
Stepping onto the surface of the circle, her eyes look ahead to the lush greenery that still remains, only waiting to burn.
She turns around as she begins to lower again, and admires her work for only a second.
A woman married to destruction, walking a path of damnation. Yet she chose it.
Her groom isn't here yet, but he will show. She knows he will. He has no other choice.
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The Consequences Of Envy (Hololive Fanfiction)
Fanfiction...Once upon a time, there was a blind man, an anomaly who stepped out of a rift across worlds onto an open field of green... battered, burned and bruised, the man could only take a step before he fell to his knees. ...Once upon a time, there were f...
