Vicem Alteram [Various PDH x f!reader]

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Vicem Alteram hit 50+ hearts!! (pretend like this isn't 40 hearts late pls and ty <3)

"You're pathetic," the voice echoes around the expense of white, a realm of nothing, and a void of quiet. His voice seems to permeate the very stagnant air of this uncanny place. A bitter growl of vitriolic fury. The figure glowers at his opponent, and his lips pulled back showcasing grisly teeth.

At the epicenter of nothing two gods play chess. At least from an outsider's perspective that's what they seem to be doing. Laws and physics have no binding here, and they seem to float around. There is an array of boards, each one the black side has the upper hand. A black pawn captured there and the white king seized in return.

"Really your hope is laughable- futile, anything you ever do is simply countered by me," His anger, broiling hot, is relentless. Punctuated by him slamming down his bishop with extra fervor.

"Check" The words are an annoyed sigh. In a past loop, in a past game, he probably would've laughed. Said laughter would spill past his lips as he would regard his opponent in a sadistic glee. Her failures after all were the merit of his wins. The sight of hope diminishing in her eyes was always a delectable sight to behold for him. Her agony was ravishing. 'You're fighting a losing battle darling, my win was predestined from the moment the cosmos exploded' was something he would say as he would smile darkly.

All while his opponent would simply crumple, stars gathering in the corner of her eyes, as she would all but glare down onto the black and white board. She hasn't reacted in a while. It's been longer since she's spoken. Really her displays of stubbornness are just getting repetitive. Boring. Pitiful.

Michael does not feel pity.

Pity was not something he enjoyed feeling, why feel pity when he can take delight in the suffering of others. She had called him sociopathic before, and all he did in return was smile. Silly little Irene and her stupid little humans. Her and her pathetic bleeding heart. Delusional little Irene a human ,in all rights but longevity, masquerading as a God. She doesn't speak, instead a tan hand reaches out, and the golden cuffs on her wrists clink together making a whimsical sound. Her fingers grip one of her knights, he can't see her face thanks to her royal blue hood, but he can viscerally imagine the furrow of her brow. The knight has been placed, she's got her king out of check. Fuck. This was going to be a long game. How unfortunate.

Time oozes by torturously slowly, and suddenly Micheals arms are gripping either side of the board in front of him, vibrating in wrath. He wants so terribly badly to just flip this board over and let these god forsaken pieces to scatter.

"When will you give UP!" with a heavy wrench he's pulling at the board with the expectancy of getting to watch it fly. However he is not giving that satisfaction. His opponent has a hand raised, his eyes watch her gold bangles slide down her forearm, the chess board seems to be frozen in place.

"Are you forfeiting Micheal?" she finally speaks. It takes a moment for the warlock to understand what she said, before he begins sputtering indignantly.

"I would never forfeit to the likes of you!" She tilts her head, the action almost animalistic. Her hood shifts, and falls to rest around her shoulders. Her brown eyes are deceptively calm, and her lips pursed in an expression of apathy. Something was off. Micheal glanced at Irene uneasily, this was different- she was acting differently. This was uncharted territory.

"It's your turn Micheal," Her voice is uncanny and if the warlock was a mere mortal he probably would have felt a chill creep up his side. Whatever. I've beat her time and time again- once more won't make a difference. Carelessly he wraps a calloused palm around a pawn, he may as well give her false hope, and he pushes it by one space. She hasn't spoken during their matches for over a few years, so looks like this match may be interesting for once.

There was something he had failed to notice, for the first time since this hellscape of a repetitive game started.

Irene moved her queen.

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Original Authors Note from Quotev:

[This special is cannon to the storyline beeteedubs!!! Tell me what you think about it in the comments if you want <333

(technically) back to back updates!!! What!?!?!?

jkjk I wanted to go ahead and just get this chapter posted teehee

We're are like a couple hearts away from 100 so when that hits ill do a poll for some characters and write a character centric chapter for them (maybe depends if im feeling cryptic or not :)))]