|BLACK CLOVER X READER| Hikari No Metamorphosis

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*Play that whole soundtrack through the entirety of the chapter

❝A cross, please, does anyone have a cross!?❞

I thought I could make a change. I thought I was much different than the rest.

A young little girl approached the handcuffed woman with a small wooden 't' in the both of her hands. With fragile whimpers of concern for the lady's fate, she handed her the small cross. Graciously, the blonde woman took the cross and whispered silent prayers.

"Hey! Keep it moving!" A soldier tugged harshly against a chain, which caused the chains on the woman's handcuffs to be pulled in that direction. The woman said nothing.

As she grew near, her eyes filled with unrelenting despair looked up to witness a giant stake the height of a street light sticking out from a pile of what seemed to be burned ashed. It was then that she pieced it all together:

❛I'm going to burn.❜

Just like all of her hopes and dreams, wishes and desires. It would go up in smoke. Fade into history as nothing. After a priest dipped two of his fingers in red paint and crossed a 't' all on her face, the lady was then tied to the stake, the tight ropes digging into her skin. She was unable to move. Unable to do anything.

Unable to lament

Unable to pray

Unable to say her final words

As a fire from beneath her sprouted, the flames crawled up her pure white dress. The cackling of her skin, the smell of flesh rotting. The entire town witnessed it. Yet they did nothing. All they did was stand, and watch as she was slowly engulfed in flames. "May our sacrifice to god bless us all, and that this witch burns in the deep depths of hell where she belongs." The priest changed, his words reaching the civilians ears.

❝... What.... What even was my life...❞ She closed her eyes, releasing a final breath.

✝

"You have no idea who you are!?" A white-haired male asked, obnoxiously loud. The one whom he directed this query to was a young girl whose H/L H/C hair was covered in smudge and dirt. Although she looked fairly older than the boy, she sported a bashful air about her. Her clothes consisted of a gorgeous patterned dress that was unfortunately dotted with splotches of dirt here and there. "U-unfortunately." She said.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTT!?!?!?!?" His loud inhumane screeching was something in which the young girl wasn't fond of very much. She wasn't so fond of it, in fact, that she erupted into tears. The crystal salty substances leaked from your eyes at a rapid speed. And when I say crystal, I mean literally crystal. "I-I-I'M SORRY DONT CRY-" He then took notice of your translucent crystalized tears. "What's up with your tears-"

"Aster!" A reserved-sounding voice called out to the white haired male. This certainly suprised both you and the boy you now registered as 'Aster'. Without haste, you hid behind this 'Aster' as another male approached the scene. A youth with mussy raven hair and golden eyes walked towards the emerald-eyed boy. "Ah, Juno!" He greeted happily. However, with a swift movement, the ravenet raised his fist above and hit Aster atop of his head.