~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein Nero supposedly defeats Urizen that 15th of May.
~ V goes on a search for power to keep his mortal flesh from crumbling - a result from his failure to merge with Urizen. With the Yamato at his disp...
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As days passed, I noticed the distinct differences between the three girls.
Cassandra, being the eldest of the three, was the calmest and most caring of them, like a real mother. She took care of her sisters in a motherly fashion, and she was the one who often helped me around, doing some of the chores for me. She was, simply put, the most talented of them. She was really good at singing, painting, and she was a very graceful dancer. Her stunning beauty mesmerized those fortunate enough to see her, yet, she remained humble despite all of her qualities.
Andromeda, the second child, however, was the complete opposite of her elder sister. Not in beauty, of course, for she was as equally stunning as Cassandra, herself. She sings, she paints, and she dances, and yet not as graceful or as skillful as her sister. Her true skill lies in being the protector of the family whenever my beloved was away on a mission. Wielding a powerful sword called the Rebellion, she could take on a horde of Demons as easily as lifting a single finger. Not to mention the way she radiated blinding light that disintegrated all evil. And sometimes, her sister’s precious embroidery.
Galatea, on the other hand, was not as talented as Cassandra, and not as good in combat as Andromeda. Being the youngest of the three, and the most silent one, she tend to stay away from her sisters. She was a very shy and endearing girl, and also the smallest. She would sometimes watch my beloved as he trained with Andromeda, and would admire my violin playing from a distance.
Being a girl who cannot express herself freely, I made an initiative to bring out the best in her, to make her enjoy the simple things in life. I taught her how to play the violin, and read to her some poetry. She particularly loved the poet named William Blake. I sang to her lullabies, her favorite was the Cradle Song. She would always hug me and tell me that she loved me in that lovely little voice of hers. She was,… a true angel.
After that, just like any other normal girl, she started to enjoy everything around her.
Weeks passed since then. My husband showed Galatea one of his weapons, the Yamato, to which, for an unknown reason, she grew attached with. She can’t wield the weapon, herself, for it stood taller than her diminutive form. Nonetheless, he let her keep it for a while.
For endless days and nights, she guarded it, sometimes poking a finger at it while it was on display on its pedestal in the living room, or just staring at it with her hands on her chin, like a girl in awe of an expensive doll. She really took a strange liking to the Yamato.
Then, one day, as the three girls played in the garden, Cassandra stopped moving.
