Ripped Away (Encre x Fallacy)

Chapter 27

(I'm planning to make da next chappy da last!)

   Black oozed from where the blade had entered his body. His eyes slowly closed, and he felt at peace. Then the pain. He shrieked and screamed, twisting and contorting his body, all the while HE was taking over. The ooze thickened, shoving the blade out, and his sister rushed in from the noise.
"Lunat, what's wrong!?" Celeste cried out, then saw her brothers twisted form.

  Something happened at that second. Another felt the pain. In front of a grave he stood, silent, looking at the name inscription.
'Queen Vera LaLabelle. Beloved mother, aunt, and ruler.'
   The dates were scratched out, but he knew them by heart.
"Only sixty.." he murmured, "when she was killed for power."
   He turned and walked away. He would kill this murderer, when he was at his weakest.

   Lunar stood up, back to 'normal'. He dusted himself off and left. Celeste watched worriedly, and curiously.
"Lunar, what happened..?" She asked nervously, not knowing the answer.
"Just a little scratch, nothing serious." He cooed back, walking through the corridors.
   His sister followed quietly, but knowing exactly where he was going
     The room where he stored his armor.
   She whimpered softly, this wasn't supposed to be happening yet! But he opened the doors, and the armor was assembled onto his body.

   Fallacy had rushed home, and exhausted, passed out. Encre was crying in fear and relief, and Suave and Felicia were tending to his wounds and otherwhat. Everything was fine again, in that room. They were releaved. For now.

   The rider got onto his horse, casting one last look at the grave.
"I must remember.." he said softly, and drank in every detail of the scene around him.
"Sebastian..." the wind seemed to call his name, in a long, dragged out manner.
   He'd gotten used to this, and gently snapped the reins. He was on his journey. Sebastian was getting revenge.

   King Asgore was watching with happiness in his eyes and a smile on his face, as the yearly crop festival went on. There would be plenty for everyone this year, and it would be something to clear his mind. Ever since Eterna had reported the size of Lunars army, he had been on edge. But this proved that they were well able to handle themselves.
   His wife, Queen Toriel, stood at his side. She looked peacful, and the light reflected in a beautiful manner off of her fur. He sighed in content, and looked back down at his people. He rested his eyes and relaxed.
Clip clop.
   He jerked up. What was that?! There were no horses here today! More hooftrots. No, this wasn't right, something was seriously wrong!!
   The civilians had seemed to notice too, and everything shrank into an eery, uncomfortable, frightened silence.

   Lunar led his army into the city. They went at a slow pace, drawing out the fear. Panicked faces shone in the crowd, but no one dared to speak.
Lunar stopped his horse in front of the castle, in front of the ledge the two royalties were on.
"Come down here, Asgore, my old friend." He called out, in a friendly manner.
   But this definitely wasn't a friendly visit.
   Asgore came down tentatively, and stood in front of him.
"Yes, Lunat..?" He asked nervously.
"I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you.." he said, sliding off his horse. His hand was on the sword, as he approached Asgore, "for making my first job so easy." Lunat spat into his ear, drawing the sword and-