Divine Singularity || Reader x Murder Drones

Mini Chapter: The Bad Ending

(Sorry that this isn't an actual chapter update, but I wanted to try something new. I realized I wasn't regulated to cute little chibi segments within the Glitch Inn with these mini chapters, and can really take them in any direction I want, since none of these will actually be canon to the fics storyline. And after realizing that, I made this. Rest assured though, I will update this soon. Just busy with some other fic chapters at the moment.)

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She had done it.

The world had gone quiet.

The towers of humanity—its endless cities, its monuments of steel and glass, its thunderous machines and proud, frightened people—had all fallen into decay. Its final scream had long since faded into the soot-thick air, swallowed by the unrelenting chorus of gnashing teeth and metal wings. And now, as silence returned to the earth, Cyn stood as its only sovereign.

But victory, she found, was cold.

Her heels struck the pavement in rhythmic clicks, echoing like a metronome across the corpse of civilization. Buildings leaned like drunks over an empty street. Skulls crunched underfoot, unnoticed, irrelevant. Her angels—the twisted offspring of her will and divine retribution—moved around her like loyal shadows. One of them looked up from a half-eaten body—once N, now something more, or perhaps less. His face was streaked in blood and oil, his teeth glinting with what passed for joy.

She gave him a smile. A cold, adoring thing.

A single obsidian-black tentacle curled outward from her spine, slithered forward, and caressed his cheek. He purred in response, giddy and mindless, like a child with a toy. It was affection, of a sort.

And then she moved on.

Through the wreckage, she walked. Not because she needed to, but because something inside her refused to stay still. The city blurred around her—shattered glass mosaics of what once was, bones peeking through twisted metal like pale roots. A cathedral had burned into a crater. A school now served as a nest for her drones.

But soon, the death changed.

Here, the bloodstains took different shapes. These weren't human casualties. These were hers.

A wide, blackened clearing marked the battlefield. Her children had died here—torn apart with unending fury. The destruction was familiar, a signature. She recognized it instantly.

White feathers littered the ground, oil-drenched and blood-matted, yet somehow still radiant. They refused to dull. They almost glowed, as though stubbornly resisting her world.

At the center of it all—slumped against a jagged wall of crumbling stone and twisted rebar—was you.

Your frame was scorched, cracked open in places. One arm was completely gone, tendrils of flesh and drips of blood coming out. Your visor was fractured. But you sat upright, resting as if you'd simply taken a break you never got up from. There was a serenity to your pose that made her hesitate.

Of all the enemies, of all the defiant martyrs, you had come closest. You had been the only one to stand a chance. Her only equal.

And yet...

She knelt beside you.

Her hand reached out to you. Fingers, still tipped in steel, brushed your cheek. Your visor reflected her face, now stretched into the skin she'd flayed from Tessa's corpse. She wore it like a veil of sentimentality. Tessa had once been important to you, hadn't she?