How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

A bad desicion

''Made it out, did you? Hmm...you are stronger than I expected...''

The voice of the Knave seemed cold, yet they denoted a playful, sadistic ounce of enjoyment to see the target of her attacks still standing. The blonde traveler still pushing through where her children had failed.

Children who by now could only lift their wary gazes from where their bodies were stuck or unable to further comply to their desires and wishes to fight furthermore.

Brave had been their stance....but no less foolish.

Her gaze then switched away from them, eyes carved with those red Blazing X staring down at the golden glint of defiance of the young traveler, a girl who could not be older than the boy she wanted as "King" refused even now to give up. Refused to yield before her might.

Was it out of friendship..?

For those that were cowering in fear behind them?

Or.....something else?

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It was.....interesting.

And so, silently nodding at herself... a decision was taken as those unnatural eyes glimmered with murderous intent..and when they blinked, everything changed.

The air around them grew thicker and heavier to breath, weighing everything down with it as the world turned into dark, sharp shades of arterial red and the black obsidian.

The aura of endless murder and the apprehension of the end staining reality like a stain of ink over a small sheet of paper.

And at the center of it all, a crimson moon that glowered with a light not its own, drawing it in like a hungering void.

A monster that threatened to collapse the minds of any unwilling witnesses of said diabolical beauty. Yet, it only paled in comparison with the one that had brought such hideous sight into the waking world.

And then....things turned for the worse.

The knave making the gesture to start walking, only to deny reality as she glitched out from it, reappearing just a breath away from the blond traveler.

A gasp for breath slipping through the girls lips, yet only one that doubled in intensity when they realized something terrible was at play.

Surprise, shock, and horror running one by one or simultaneously inside Lumines head as threads of light climbed and wrapped themselves all over the stranger to this crimson world body.

Bounding her.....to the ground.

Forever.

''I cant...move..?''

The blond traveler muttered with apprehension at the way her limbs refused to bulge an inch under this trap she had fallen into. However, said realization came to late to actually do something about it as the Fourth of the Harbingers stared dead-on her eyes with only the warmth and kindness of a crematory furnace could offer to a corpse.

Death itself slowly raising and then extending a blacken hand forward. Crimson, razor sharp nails that glowed with an untold promise of violence and pain growing closer.

Closer...

CLOSER....

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''Still......not strong enough to beat me...''

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