Warrior, Or Devil? (Attack on Titan x Male Reader)

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(Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter makes light vague references to some things that some readers may find uncomfortable or distressing, so viewer discretion is advised!)

POV-(Y/n):

     I opened my eyes in shock and fear, trying to get relief from the sights seen in the dream. Grasping at my throat as I tried to regain my breath, I couldn't get any of what I saw out of my head. I felt cold, not like the cold of the night but moreso the icy chill of Death's touch. I was shaking in panic, struggling to regain even basic control over my body. My brow broke out in a cold sweat. I felt like my body was actively fighting my mind, as if the two aspects of my very existence for the first time...weren't on the same page.

     My vision blurred and my ears ringed as I felt the urge to vomit. Surges of pain ripped through my body as tears welled up in my eyes. My long hair brushed into my face as I slowly sat up, pushing the covers of the bed off of me. I reached for the window next to the bed, trying desperately to open it. I craved the cool night's breeze in my face. My hands shook so badly that I could barely fiddle with the window latch long enough to open it. In frustration I decided to just rest my head against the cold glass, hoping that it would ease the burning pain within me. In my terrorized stupor I clawed at the window sill, the wood cutting my fingertips as my nails left trails in the material; like a frightened animal.

     What was happening to me? What God did I anger or disturb to warrant this? What did I do? Questions I asked myself in panic, questions that ran through my head like the golden lightning ran through my body. Questions to which the answers never came. Or if they did...I hadn't heard or realized it yet.

     A searing burn bubbled beneath my skin, as though my very blood was boiling me alive. A thousand imaginary needles drilled their way into my spine as the invisible guillotine made it's swift descent upon my neck. The firing squad unleashed it's barrage of bullets, yet still I remained. The scalding steam of the Ancient Eldians' primary power shielding me within salvation.

     I saw all these vague memories in my mind as the phantom pains coarsed through me. My body phased by these sensations but the pain still potently there. Like I was enduring the pain of Titans from the past. At least...that's the only thing I could come up with to explain this. This...cacophony of painful stimulus. My fingers were caked in blood...I hadn't even realized that as I clawed at my throat, I had broken through my own skin in desperation.

     Throughout everything in my body's contorted struggle and my mind's attempts to pull me through it...all I could hear...

     Were the voices

     Everlasting and Omniscient, they never once left or silenced. A demented, disembodied dissonance of Warlords of Eldia's past. Ones that wielded the same power as I.

     The Warhammer Titan.

     I finally forced the window open, the cool night's air blowing against my flesh and soothing me to the core. The upper half of my body hung limply out the window as the breeze gently blew the elegant yet humble curtains.

     I inhaled deeply, the fresh chilled air filling my lungs as I gasped inwards in sweet relief. It was as though my throat had finally opened up. Tears streamed down my face as they finally overwhelmed my efforts to keep them in. Yet I felt so...relieved. I still shook and shuttered like an addict in withdrawal but.....I felt so oddly rejuvenated.

The clouds peacefully moved out of the moon's path, and the moonlight's warm chill engulfed me. The planet's shining beacon in the night shining down on me as I rustled up enough energy to turn and face it. The grand light that saved the Lands from being enraptured in total darkness when night fell.