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ava comes back wrong chapter 2: we finally see things from ava's point of view (so to speak)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
ava comes back wrong chapter 2: we finally see things from ava's point of view (so to speak)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
ava comes back wrong. lilith has some experience in the field. warning for eye trauma in this one gang!
“She came back,” Camila gasps in a breath, “she… it’s bad” she trails off. In the background, Lilith can hear the rattling of chains and screaming.
“Hide.” Lilith teleports to Cat’s Cradle immediately but it’s like years have passed since Camila’s phone call instead of mere seconds. All the sisters that could have fled, those who couldn’t leave have tucked themselves away in hidden corners.
Lilith told them to retreat, to hide. It’s safer this way.
The central cathedral is quiet when she enters, save for the steady drip of blood onto the stone floor.
Ava sits in the front pew, head bowed in what could be prayer if you didn’t know her better.
In front of her, impaled on the cross and hanging limply is the body of Father Vincent.
It takes a minute for the burn to set in but once it does, oh god it burns, it burns with holy fire and Ava convulses and screams but Reya doesn’t let her go.
“We all have a choice, little hero, you’ll always have a choice. But this… this is my choice. My Will made flesh.”
Ava tries to scratch, tries to do something to ease the pain, but Reya’s hold on her is ironclad to stop her from hurting herself. “Oh no, you don’t get out of this that easily.” Reya says sweetly, or as close to sweet as Reya ever gets.
It was a mistake Ava made early on, assuming that Reya had anything approximating human feelings.
Gods don’t feel the same as humans do, they’re above all that. Allegedly. Ava thinks that’s bullshit, has seen something approximating pride in Reya’s eyes a few too many times for her to believe that.
“That’s it,” Reya smooths Ava’s hair down as her head lulls, too tired to keep herself up. “There’s my brave little hero. Rest now, your true voyage begins soon.” She presses her thumb into the place on Ava’s forehead that she kissed and Ava convulses once more before falling still.
And she leaves Ava broken, laying there unmoving, staring up into the darkness of her room. Saint Michael's Orphanage, eat your damn heart out.
what is ava comes back wrong about?
it's kinda about what happened if reya won the holy war but the holy war wasn't a war it was just the body of a girl