Fatal strucK | Raiden x FemReader

Thirty Six

We were gathered in the shore of the Sea of Blood. The wind stroke my hair as I let the view intervene my sight. The first time I visit the Netherrealm. The Special Forces were getting themselves ready. Only needed to wait for the Outworlders, although I felt like I belong there. All of the memories, painful enough if I wanted to remember it back. Missed my second home dearly.

 "(Y/N)," a voice called. There Raiden stood behind me as I turn around. I tried to put up a friendly smile. "Yes?"

"I, once again, deeply sorry for my recent behavior."

I chuckled and brushed my fingers on my neck. "It's fine I healed it."

He glanced on to it. "Physically perhaps, but I know deep down you were psychologically troubled."

I looked up to him. I could sense my pupils dilated when our eyes met. The odd feeling stirred inside me, my heart was pounding rapidly. I smiled. "Apology accepted."

De javu.

Kharon shouted from afar, telling all crew to get on board. Raiden gestured to me, I followed him from behind. Getting ourselves on board the ship to strike Kronika.

*****

The Sea of Blood sent a different feeling running through my spine, its color defined the thickness it held, not to mention the smell of it. Definitely not salty.

Three ships of Kharon's were behind ours. I leaned over on the side railings. The wind stroke my hair, sent the breezing cold feeling up to my thighs from under. 

My eyes were mesmerized enough to had them looking at the horizon of the view, even though there were no Seagulls detected. But the vibe was similar. Like a pirate on a search of treasure to hunt. I let my finger twirled around the wooden structure unconsciously. Swaying my thoughts to nothingness.

I rested my jaw on my palm, gazing through the horizon. It was the moment of truth. Life or death were at stake. Even though the victory nor the defeat wasn't predicted in the slightest. My journey had impended through my eyes. The Fallen Goddess of Virtue had spoken my vision. Indeed, I was her heir.

The fact my father had corrupted my beliefs and trust towards him sickened me. He could've told me the truth. I would have no intention to hate him if he did. The more my head swirled through the depth, the more realization of my recent dream became enlightened to the obvious. I was never born. I was created. (F/N)'s was just the man who took care of me until my time had come to visit.

My mortality was nothing but a fraud. A mask to conceal the truth resides under my skin. My new form was the real significant shape. I bit my lower lip. Unable to contemplate the burning fact. However, meddling towards my denial would be foolish.

I must face it.

My hand reached for the come placed perfectly on my head, admiring the piece of accessory thoroughly. Our time had been spent quite well. He conquered the demon inside of him. Stroke through the wall of his sentiment. But I let him fall to his void of doom. Unexpectedly, my sight were starting to blur. I flinched at the spot, reacting to the tears produced on my eyes.

Avoiding them to run down my cheeks, I quickly swept my hand under. Threw out the droplets off the air. Mourning wouldn't bring him back. Caressing my hair back, I raised my hand to carry back the object.

Unresponsive, I lost the grip. The comb fell from my hand and thrust the wind beneath. Gradually making its way down the ship. "Dammit!"

As I was about to activate my magic to teleport it back on my hand, lightning recoiled around the falling object. Suddenly it vanished from the air. I lifted a brow before turning my body, there stood Raiden holding the piece of jewelry with anticipation. His gaze reverted to mine and immediately approached me. As he handed out the comb, I wrinkled a vague smile. "Thanks, Raiden."