𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 {ʀᴀʏxᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ}

39:Summer Child

Y/N

My back slid against the wall, the fabric of my shirt rubbing against the smooth walls of the door of the cubicle I was in. 

'Please...  not now... not now...' I gripped onto the cotton of my pants, biting down on my lower lip to muffle any whimpers or noises from escaping. "Crap... it hurts..." My head slammed against the door of the cubicle, the feeling of my stomach clenching into itself, almost eating itself was sending me into a frenzy. 

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall as the sensation started to burn; pushing and kicking against the walls of my intestines, that was what it felt like. 

"[REDACTED]!"  A high-pitched voice called out, feet stepping on the grass as they approached a small boy reading under a large tree. "Come play with us!" The voice pleaded. "Yeah, you can't just sit here and read that book all day long!" Another voice called out, a girl with bright hair. What was her name again? What did she look like? 

"[REDACTED], it'd be nice to join us, don't you think?" Another voice spoke, a boy with white, or was it grey hair. Was he an albino? I don't remember. "No thanks. I'll pass." The boy under the tree replied. His face was distorted, all of their faces were distorted. Who were these kids around me? Who is this boy and why did I seem desperate to talk to him?

I don't remember.

Why don't I remember? 

They're my family, right?

The boy under the tree, the girl with bright hair and the other boy with hair I don't remember the color of, and all these kids running around this field,

who are they?

And why does my heart ache for them?

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3RD PERSON POV

Explosions in different areas of the Capital; screams and cries from children calling out for their mothers, their fathers, any of their loved ones. 

The Capital was lit ablaze, and at the heart of the Capital, where nobility powered, was on the brink of collapse.

Corpses, blood, littered everywhere, and in the middle...

"Zazie! Leave your back to us! Give it everything you've got!" Barbara yelled. Zazie was inches away, his sword so very close to striking Her Majesty dead. "Don't get carried away..." Her Majesty murmured underneath her breath, her eye locked onto Barbara. Despite the exhaustion slowly getting to her, her pointy fingers darted out, stabbing Barbara in the stomach while dodging Zazie's attack.

Meanwhile, the poison was beginning to spread in the Capital, affecting the demons and causing them to degenerate. Don, Gilda, Sonju and Mujika jolted at the sound of bones cracking, and roars of hunger. It had begun, the end of the demon race.

Zazie, fueled by the anger from watching his friend get stabbed by their enemy, aimed his sword at the Queen's heart. Her Majesty, on instinct, used her hand to block the attack, before pulling her hand away and reaching out for Zazie. 

"Ungghh..." Her Majesty's servants began to groan, their hands flying to their mouths. The poison had reached the nobles, and it never spared Her Majesty. 

Her skin was beginning to bulge and tense, and for the first time, Her Majesty felt fear.

One last strike... one last strike! Zazie chanted in his head, aiming for the Queen's eye. Her Majesty used her sharp fingers to land another strike, yet Zazie managed to dodge, his paper bag mask falling off.