ᴡᴍᴍᴀᴘ: ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

Divinae Misericordiae: six of Cups

CW/TW: Once again, Jennette- fans please do choose another fic to read. WARNING!!! Death, maiming, mention of gore/blood, emotional manipulation, depressing themes all around. You have been warned! 

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🄳-day

Athanasia sits in the holy water, the coldness surrounding her at all sides. The darkness of the church would make the lesser of people shiver at the threat that god would hold over them. 

Her silk robes float up to the surface of the pool she's sitting in, and she takes a breath before looking into the reflection.

Her face appears with a flicker of mana, the ripples showing a nervous expression before it changes to her face again. But this time, it's not her that is looking back. 

It's "her". 

Those stained glass windows that stare at her, that pray for her, tremble under her will as the thready sound of the water lapping against the tiles reaches the ceiling. 

And a single touch was all it took for the walls to crumble down and explode.

Glass sparkles as it floats in mid-air all around Athanasia, still sitting with her eyes closed in the pool of sanctity, and the glass that should have rained down on her sheds light instead. 

A sound- similar to a tuning fork, rings out in the emptiness, the water's ripples gently soaking her through to the skin.

And gold bloomed upon her lips like the roses in June, for gossamer threads seemed to unravel behind her, swaying like gentle waves of seafoam. 

Such a fairy is incomprehensible, unimaginable, for how could such a human be real? Because she wasn't. It was simple to see.

Will thou cup Death between thy hands and kiss it like the morning dew upon thy feet? Will you embrace it like it's a past love come to say goodbye? Will you weep for it as if it were the regrets of your past that have come to haunt and weight down upon you?

Or will you dance like the angel in the clouds and step on rose-tinted rays of sunlight and rain down kisses upon their porcelain? 

Sing like the world is ending, dear child. Sing, and let your heart know that you are here to receive them.

The door shuts behind her, melting back into the walls, and once again, it was just a wall.

Claude reclined in his chair, just not bothering to give a fuck, like always, and just rested his feet up on the desk. 

With his signature emotionless face, he's an angelic image for the people in front of him but the words that come out of that mouth are crueler than words could ever express.

"In due time, We will be celebrating something that should have long been taken care of." 

Claude felt nothing much for the chimera, just unadulterated joy that Athanasia would be seeing her death right in front of her. He had waited and waited, and finally, it had its returns.

Jennette receives a summons to the audience chambers, they're free of people except the head maid, who she recognized and Duke Felix who stood right behind the emperor and Athanasia.