Crowned

Arc 3, Chapter 71: "The One and Only Lightbulb at Your Service!"

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Gore

Vomit

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Lightbulb took a step.

Lightbulb took a step.

She glared at the door before her.

She glared at the window before her.

She had to do this.

Lightbulb sighed to herself. Was she really about to do this? She hadn't seen this woman since... Well... she'd first came to this world. Her nerves tugged at the back of her mind as she slowly walked into the massive palace like structure before her. The first thing that had caught her eye was the statue in the grand hall. A massive statue chiseled from marble. Polished and well kept. She stepped onto the carpet beneath it, and walked slowly around the large decoration keeping her eyes instead on the plethora of glass windows. Which seemed different than when she'd last been here.

A familiar face caught her eye.

Paintbrush.

She felt her heart in her throat as she froze and stared at it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at the last monumental window she'd expect... in what was once a simple flame was now the face of her childhood best friend. They looked identical.

She wanted to cry, but had to continue forward. She was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to bare through it. After all, what other choice did she have?

She continued. The only glass window she'd recognized was the centre of it all. The immovable one. The divine. The definition of everything. The opposition of nothing. She'd only met this woman once before.

She hoped it would go as good as it had before.

She ignored opened the door to the cathedral centrepiece. The practical throne room as one may call it. A place of divine worship and pray. It's what replaced the statue from her home. She looked across at the massive woman. Her gaze faded... her eyes dulled and distant. She'd look like she was dead if she hadn't been floating.

Lightbulb sighed. The look in the other's face told her that she expected her to arrive at this moment. Like a clock clicking to the twelfth hour. "You summoned me?" She got down on one knee.

"That is a fact." She said in a serene, nearly ghostly voice. Full of grace and manner. "One only wishes to... Gather the ones we Crowned in place of the old. Our people are dying... One couldn't expect to live much longer in a state such as this..."

Lightbulb bit her cheek, "What...?" She seemed confused. This wasn't what she was expecting either.

"Have you not taken notice of the glass stained with the figures of new? You cannot dwell on my heal. One should be expected to know that I shall succumb to the choices that have dug my grave by my own hand." The lady of stars replied to her confusion.

"You... Bu-but who...?"

"That is something one must find for themself, Lightbulb." Her voice sang, nearly drifting off. "My last moments are nigh. Please grant my final wish and acquire the ones of new. And take them so I may rest at peace."

Lightbulb flinched, knowing damn well that if she didn't everything as she knew it would be destroyed. The thought of something so calamitous befalling everything so imminently was a stressful thought to her. "I-I will.... Miss..." Her silly demeanour could wait this once. This was both the wrong time and place for such behaviour.