Power of Death (Agathario)

Chapter Nineteen

"There are more of those stones?" Agatha asked. She could see herself with five of those stones— and what she could do with them. The opportunities that came with the power, the way she would finally have everyone in her hand to control, to rule. Her blood ran faster.

"Yes, but Agatha," Rio replied, putting up her hand. "No one can use them."

Agatha pulled down Rio's hand. "Pff, Thanos did."

"He's like a superbeing," Rio tilted her head in exasperation. "And still I'm still surprised he was able to withstand it's power. And!" She said before Agatha could speak again, "witches can't use them anyway. There's something about them that causes a witch to be unable to increase their power with it. Trust me, people have tried."

Agatha felt like she'd been punched in the stomach, her excitement almost immediately smothered. "This is the truth?"

"Of course." Rio bit her lower lip.

Agatha felt a surge of disappointment. The events of the day would only have been worth it if something good came out of it. Instead, Agatha got to almost die, see an alien planet, and fight Rio's ex.

It gained her nothing except a tiny figment of information about Rio.

And she could never have that power.

She should have known it was too good to be true.

"So what now?" Agatha said, crossing her arms, trying to hide her despondency. "I'm assuming you have to go and collect those souls."

"I do," Rio agreed, but she didn't move.

Agatha bit her lip, fighting down the urge to snap back.

For a moment she hated herself- hated how she couldn't be satisfied with what she had, hated how she couldn't stop thinking about how powerless she felt she was.

After all, she would be dead if it weren't for Rio. Sure, she survived for thirty years without Rio, but she still felt like there was something more for her to prove. Who to prove it to, she didn't know.

For the first time in a while, her mother's voice popped into her head.

"You must suppress yourself, or you'll be punished. Hunted. Killed. You'll most likely already be a killer."

Agatha shook her head at herself, trying to knock her mother's words out. "Sorry," she said to Rio almost in a whisper, pushing her hair back from her face, "I shouldn't be focusing on that. Are you okay?"

"I am, Agatha," Rio said softly, pulling her into a hug, "thank you."

"For what?" Agatha asked. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she settled into the hug.

"For being here," Rio answered. "Despite all of that."

Agatha pressed her lips together as her inner rage grew. The disappointment she felt at the infinity stones being unreachable turned into anger. She felt cheated, especially after witnessing exactly how powerful just one was. For once, all her power couldn't get her what she wanted.

She tried to focus on Rio, about how wonderful she was, how peaceful she always made Agatha feel.

But it wasn't working. Her thoughts were too loud. And right now, Rio was a reminder of what she couldn't have. She tried to shove the thoughts away, but to no avail.

She was only obeying her mother, she realized, the thought of which maddened her. Even in death her mother was telling her what to do. And she was following those orders?

She was pushing back against herself, her thoughts and desires, to the point she didn't speak of them.

But it was better off that way, right?

Agatha felt Rio hug her tighter. Rio was content.

So why wasn't Agatha?

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