Nimbus Child I: Games of War

Past 5

Kongō's body broke the surface, her own superstructure hitting and pressing her deeper.

She should've been in so much pain – there was a giant hole, torn open by water and her own speed, in her flank, there was fire and she thought she had felt at least one turret explode – but there was nothing.

There were just the waves; cool, dark, cradling her and her unmoving legs.

Kongō could taste blood on her tongue – not hers, of course – but that of her crew, the puny creatures fighting for survival.

Ah, how she hated them.

When had this distaste been born...? When had it grown into hate...?

She didn't know, maybe she had simply been born with it.

Her eyes met those of a human, his eyes widening with recognition and confusion.

"The Dead can see the Dying", Kongō knew, because Mikasa had told her.

Those who could see her would not survive, be it because of her body pressing on them from above, because they were trapped inside or merely a result of their wounds.

She hoped the death toll would be high, she prayed to take as many as she could.

For a moment, Kongō's mind drifted away, then returned with a snap, as if trying to fend off sleep.

Her eyes got drawn to the sparkling water above.

She would love to have the sea for herself.

(There was a surge of power rising from deep inside her, yet there was nothing at the same time.)

No... no, that was wrong; she just didn't want the humans to have it. Maybe she also wanted for Haruna to be free.

(Something was in the water. A white glow, white white white white-!)

Last moments are supposed to be calm, peaceful, yet this wasn't calm, wasn't peaceful.

Kongō felt nothing but rage as she saw her life pass her by, hate filling her when her mental model finally fell apart, a powerful pulse running through the seas, felt by every ship.

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On the sea surface, a higher being that had watched everything stepped to the place of sinking, the sound of wind chimes accompanying her.

A ball of blue fire breached the surface slowly before she had reached it, but she had time: no shadows were encroaching, because their own was hardly prey.

Finally reaching it, God held out a hand to the indifferent ghost fire, holding a freshly summoned umbrella over it, rain falling onto it with muffled sound.

The soul – a small, insignificant piece missing, left behind in the cold cradle of a fresh corpse – did not budge, merely "stared" coldly.

"Now, don't be like that", God spoke, "I even got this umbrella for you."

There was no movement from both sides, but finally the soul floated into the offered hand, choosing a new place on the being's head soon after.

A chuckle: "Very well, then. Throne on me, your Majesty."

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AN: Hiii, we've come full circle <3

Next week comes the epilogue, meaning the last chapter is one weekend away, so stay tuned!

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I think I remember something about dms not working on Wattpad anymore, but according to my short test it does? Could be that I'm confusing terms or smth I dunno, but if any of you find out that it really doesn't work anymore please leave a comment here, and I'll make a "Request here" book.

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