𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sᴀʏɪɴɢ.
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀs.

' ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴅ '

[ INDEPENDENT PORTRAYAL OF A SURVIVOR FROM JSCHLATT’S RULE OVER L’MANBURG ]

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Assimilation
Accommodation
Takeover.

Three truths of this existence.

Who performs which, I cannot say.
But I know their upbringing.
The hell they’ve gone through to keep themselves stable.

Let it be know: the one involved is not one to be crossed.

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

— to slowly squeeze.

“ DREAMXD IS THE ONE WHO MADE ME FEEL EMOTION!
HE KILLED MY CREATOR!

WHY WOULD I WORSHIP SOMEONE WHO SLAUGHTERED THE ONE I LOVED?! THE ONE PERSON WHO CARED ABOUT ME DIED BECAUSE OF HIM AND HIS STUPID EGOTISTICAL GAMES! “

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Silence.

Her body trembled.
The god was the same.
XD was the one who hated her existence, the one who experimented on her to make sure she could kill other universes. . .

And in a fit of rage, she grabbed his neck with both hands, lifting him off the ground and beginning —

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

— was clear as crystal.

“ you can believe what you wish, but a god is only judged by how they treat their people. That makes him horrible, considering your injury. “

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Hands balled up into fists.
How can a god be benevolent and kind while slicing open an Achilles’ tendon?
It just wasn’t possible.

“ I’d be interested in meeting this ‘god’ of yours and having a chat about how to treat your followers. “

The disgust dripping from her voice —

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

A hesitant breath fell from her lips, and she decided to confront such a claim.

“ You think I care what some god thinks? He’s probably just as bad as that bright green bitch. Gods don’t dictate whether or not humans should be punished. They exist to preserve, not harm. “

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

// Where all them Wilbur Soot cool cats at? Got a proposition for y’all

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Those wings seemed to twitch when he noticed them, almost moving on their own accord.
But even when he denied the pain, she couldn’t help but worry.

“ Are you sure? It doesn’t look like a wound that can heal on its own. . . “

Also, she wondered, how did torment equal better?

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Upon taking notice of that wound he seemed to bare, she raised a hand to keep him from speaking another word.
Bending down to check the wound itself.

“ How have you lived with this much pain? And who did this to you? “

A tone of worry, mimicking that of a mother.

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Widened eyes. All she could muster in response was widened eyes as he spoke.

‘My god’.
The god.
Were they the same person?

“ Uhm. . . Sure, why not. “

Gently taking the paper from him, glancing over the words. Not that she cared much. Religion wasn’t her favorite.

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

@FlREB0RN // Even though I haven’t written with you, every time I see your writing on the TL, I stop and read through it because it’s so fucking good.

Few people portray him like you do.

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

She was knelt before a gravestone. The one thing she had to attach herself to. A memory of him.

But now, the blonde placed the newly-found diary beside the snowy ground, now standing before the blinded man.

“ What do you want from me. . . ? “

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

@cultistsangel // can she at least be a motherly figure to Tommy, please?

Maybe help him after one of Dream’s ‘torture sessions’?

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

/. I have given Xaviir the keys to hell.

I’m interested to see what happens 👀👀

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

A centerpiece to hide from others.
Something to strive towards.

She’d live.
She’d keep pushing forward.

For him, for everyone who knew her name.
For those who counted on her.

She’d survive for them.

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

Slipping a book from the shelf, a look of shock enveloped her.

‘Creator Diary’, the title read.

What could that mean?

Opening the book and slipping one hand to the top of the pages, she gently flipped over the old pages, glancing at the words.

( COPY OF THE DIARY BELOW )

[𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 @WarriorByTrade]

— discovered by anyone else.

But she couldn’t go through with that. Angelica didn’t have the strength to destroy that book.

Not when it remained the last living link between her and the one who made her.

The one who let her fly.

Back onto the shelf it went.