Tangled Fate || Raiden Shogun |[Prologue]|

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Once upon a time, in the land of Electro, there was once a god with a gentle heart. The nation thrived through countless battles where blood was shed, sacrifices were made, and sorrowful cries echoed through the sky.

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The day began, the darkest of all times, all was lost everything during the war, the peace, the smiles, the comrades we held dear, the happiness, the vibrance of the nation and even.. i lost her.

The only hope and light of the nation itself. Whom my heart ached for, one mistake had led everything shattering to a million pieces

My Archon . .

My Ruler . .

My Leader . .

To that very day, The history shifted its changes.

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“NO!” I shout at the top of my lungs, running with all my might toward a certain person who gave me a smile before turning. Makoto, the one I must protect even if it cost me my life.Yet, I am blocked along the way by monsters that gathered in front of me.

Again, how annoying.. i slash through them one by one taking in their heads with a clean cut yet they kept coming as if an endless drainage.
I groan through gritted teeth.

“Don’t waste my time further, pests.”

My vision glows purple, piercing as quick as thunder through the gathered monsters. Passing in all of them afterwards i sheathe my sword back, suddenly there was a blinding light of explosion towards where Makoto headed in.Without wasting more time worrying through my bewildred expression i run again as fast as I can, arriving at where the explosion had happened. My breathing is so heavy and my heart racing in a beat that gives me a certain bad feeling about it.

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“No…” I mutter, glancing at what lies on the ground. Her once-clear kimono is now covered in blood. To my horror, I run towards the fallen body, my arms trembling uncontrollably….. I let my knees fall on the ground beside it as I slowly picked her up, bringing her into my arms, tears dripping across my cheeks…

“No… Please you.. cannot–” I sob, suddenly interrupted by a loud thundercrack that strikes, landing right before me. I tense my muscles in suspicion but not until her face comes front in recognition, there stands the Kagemusha herself.

Her eyes darted at me and towards what i am holding and that actually made me hold it closer, as if possessiveness just by around the edge, noticing her expression turning bewildered by time she realizes who is in my arms, Its kimono visibly covered in blood with the design so obvious.. Yet without hesitation, she shoves me away, stealing Makoto from my arms.

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“What have you done?… How could this happen…!” her eyes slowly burns in grief, the thunder roars as if grieving her cries. Her screams echo along with it, attracting monsters from afar. Yet she wouldn’t allow them to get closer with the thunder that continues to strike randomly and precisely, aimed to hit its targets… including me, but I dodge as quick as i can.

She fixes her gaze on me, her amethyst pair momentarily glowing. Surely she couldn’t have mistaken that I… no—

“Ei.. i.. this isn’t what it looks like.. I–”

“Silence!” she cuts in. “You will not utter a word.. not any one of your excuse! You… I trusted you..” she paused with those spiteful words before adding.

“I see now, that it was my very mistake for doing so.. and there will be no need of your existence further, Kujou Y/n”

Her words strikes me like thunder though i try to find the meaning of those behind them.. she couldn’t possibly want me–

No.. as much as i hate to admit i failed to protect her… Yet why is she not letting me explain myself, having my fate decide this way is unfair.. but its clear that the consequences of it, is inevitable, only i can do is to stand powerless before her.

My knees still buried down the ground, my eyes growing duller, from the thoughts of it, I barely have the hopes and courage to muster back my word, all of it stripping me bare with fear,  grief, and pain that aches in my chest to my realization.

‘Forgive me. Truly. Forgive me.’ …
I thought, sobbing, holding my sword down while i slowly pull my head towards the ground in dogeza style, as if mustering an apology, yet I know it truly is futile, my eyes meeting the ground closer slowly noticing a flicker of snow on it though, there isn’t any such weather in Khaenr’iah…

I could feel her stand, the sound of her polearm piercing the ground, a bolt shooting towards me, it pierced my shoulder, and then the other.

“Argh… Let me explain..!” I shriek. With my shoulder now bleeding on the ground I hold my gaze to her biting down my tongue trying not to utter the word that will derogate me further.

Her eyes twitched for a moment that gave me a thought. I shouldn’t be thinking of– shaking my head. Enough.

“The dead does not need to speak.”

She looks at me as if my very existence itself infuriates her. She take a step closer, not giving me a chance to utter a word. Raising a sword that once belonged to Makoto herself—Kusanagi no Tsurugi, its blade admirably fused with electro while she points its tip at me with no sign of hesitation in her eyes, only contempt. I didn’t even have time to defend myself before she leashes it towards me.

Its light were so blinding that i closed my eyes i could feel my whole body burn in process, as excruciating my chest were in, i felt the blade hesitate during the past few millimeter second.

Crack. Thud.

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“Haa…”

Pain throbs at every corner of my flesh, my chest leaving a wound that is left open from her slash, bleeding in the ground.. its blood pooling openly beneath where I lay.

It has been a half an hour since she left. And probably thought me as good as dead and that is a mistake on her part.

“..Aha..did she.. leave me just to suffer?.. alive..” I mutter weakly. While coughing up blood in return.

I can’t believe that damned shadow whom I once considered my closest ally.. and who i fought alongside with.. would kill me without hesitation just because she had me to be an outlet for an elaborate emotion she couldn’t handle… not only that.. how dare she blame everything to what i haven’t even done.. though i did my very best to run here and protect her, i was to late.. i was…

“Screw this…!” I strain my voice coughing again and from the looks of it my body won’t last long, I managed to survive keeping my flesh intact instead of turning into a pile of ash.. Yet I cannot exactly distinguish if i’m lucky or.. was it because she was hesitant— No don’t be a fool, she looked at you as if wanted you dead.

My chest aching not because of the wound but because… she bore the face of the person who I loved so deeply and to be killed by the mirror of it would be so devastating than losing my life.. Pathetically.

How laughable, is this the way you want me gone.. you’d leave me slashed bleeding down the ground so that i could utter my last word no ears can hear.. what if i were to live again. I cough.

Will you let me speak before the boiling rage in me compete with yours.

As a direct heir to the Kujou Clan, it is truly a disgrace to be disowned by the one you served.

.. I touch my wounded chest, throbbing in unbearable pain.. Ah… how far can it be worse than being killed by the one that exactly looks like the way you..

Tears dripped once again at the thought of it. Yes, I loved her as much as i devoted my loyalty to.. and yet i.. failed.. i cannot help but think of how exactly things turned this way and how am i now blaming myself for what i am certain that I am not the type of person with such perseverance.

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I hear slight footsteps nearby, it sounded human-like but there can’t possibly be any survivors around… I made sure that I ended every single one of them.. I am certain that the rest of the Archons have left by now but.. who.

Thud.

“Oh my, what do we have here?” A sharp voice, cold yet masculine belonged to a person standing before me, his well built body covered in a  white coat that seemed as if its whole attire came to Snezhnaya.

“Was the very reason why Her Majesty sent me here is to pick up a dead body or acquire a new test subject?” He exclaims while he gazes at me contemplative.

I growl.. at him “Hmm your feisty i like it, i’ll give you that” He muses before adding.

“Tell me, do you want to live? Even if it costs you more suffering than hell itself?”

I scowl my eyebrows in confusion turning my gaze at him while i force my mouth to open.

“You..say and ask if it is worse than hell?.. ridiculous, look at me now.. I can’t do anything.. All I can do is wait for my death. Even if it is worse than hell. Could it possibly be even worse than what i am going through?”

“Marvelous! Now i can see why Tsaritsa has sent me here for.” He laughs before adding.

“40 of your bones broken, 80 parts of your muscles are severely damaged and one quite the elaborate open wound on your chest.. yet your spirited eyes don’t wear away.” He finishes, while he claps his hand musing at me with observation. I couldn’t help but feel like a lab-rat before his very gaze.

“Consider yourself lucky, if not for Her Majesty’s thoughts you would’ve rotten here by now.” He continues to observe me.

Just what nonsense is he spouting, I thought bewildered and in turn he only chuckled at my expression.

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And that concludes the story. That marked a new beginning, only to fall and rise from the pain and betrayal now boiling in rage… in the thought of revenge. Yet, those memories lay so deep that I could never touch the once-admired nation I now loathed for whoever ruled it.

Fin.

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