My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]

Bygone Memories - To Those Fallen

War stops for nobody. Not for those aging or those feeble. Not for the gods, nor those angels. We fight so that our home is kept safe, so that those who can't protect themselves don't have to, so that they won't witness the horrors of it.

War isn't about glory or honor; it's about death, or more accurately, how many are willing to die for a cause.

It's about how much blood needs to be spilled to match the power of the invading force.

More importantly, it's about how much you love those waiting back at home, and how much you are willing to put forth to keep those dearest to our souls safe. How much you're willing to sacrifice to ensure their future.

That is what someone told Cythiana at least.

Never had she thought she would be whispering to herself as a god slowly faded away before her, their body being consumed by a vicious entity/creature/demon.

"Y-you're going to be fine! Stop looking at me like that! Deep breaths, deep bre-/aths!" Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, betraying the brave face she was trying to put on. Her wings fluttered nervously.

"Don't Cythiana. Please. I beg of you, go. Go before it's too late for you as well." whimpered the dying god.

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Flower petals swirled around in the air as soft music played in the background. The sky was clear, a breeze was flowing, and the sun cast down warm rays. The chatters of anticipation grew as the crowd awaited the bride's arrival. Children sat in comfortable chairs and messed around as their parent gods tried to keep them off of the red carpet leading up to the altar. It was a momentous occasion, the joining of two beloved divines amongst the gods. The merriment of everyone at this ceremony was undeniable.

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"I can't, you know I can't! Don't say that, please... just hold on for just a while longer, the medics will be here. They'll bring you back—" Her hand shaking as she reached for the god's hand.

The god slapped her hand away.

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The groom stood nervously at the altar, anxiously fidgeting under the arch decorated with hundreds of flowers. His friends laughed beside him, giving him slaps on the back and congratulations. The captain of the royal guard was grinning from ear to ear, joking about how he was the very last person she thought would fall in love, let alone get married. The King and Queen stood together preparing for the ceremony to come while the two eyes of judgment stood at the far opposing sides of the platform, watching the proceeding.

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"Stop that! It'll spread if you get any you. Look, you and I both know damn well that once you get that stuff on you, it's either amputation or death. At this point it's far too late for the first option, so listen to me. Our forces are retreating, so there is zero chance that they send medics to the frontline. It's already too late for me, but you? You still can escape and return to your family. Your two girls, do you know what they'll say if they find out their mother shared the same horrible fate as their father?"

Cythiana's heart cracked, a wave of emotions threatening to crash over, her tears on the edge of spilling. The rumbling of soldiers around the two shook the ground like an earthquake. Those soldiers shouted at Cythiana to get up and start moving, saying that once someone was infected, there was no saving them and that living on would be the only way of honoring their sacrifice of the fallen.