Fallout and Dissatisfaction [BCSMP Story 3]
It took her a while to reach the remains of the lair, but she eventually arrived. The usefulness of the movement in the world was well appreciated. Some unknown force tore it apart, yet even the Charter stayed active. But she wasn’t here for the lair itself, but instead its owner.
Her wife.
Centuries. It had been an unimaginable amount of time since they’d even seen each other, but she didn’t want to wait. Even if things had gone wrong. Even if things had changed.
She descended the stairs, and eventually, she found her. Sitting alone at the foot of the Voidblade. It made her chest ache. The woman, the same one who had cost her everything, the same one she’d loved for decades, was now finally within her reach.
She settled down next to her. Avarice had her knees pulled to her chest as she stared into the waters flooding the floor. Her reflection wasn’t visible in the waves.
Her mask had been discarded, the shadow that enshrouded her skin had vanished, and in turn, a more familiar face was in its place. The sorrowful face of the woman behind the ghost.
It would be minutes before either of them spoke. Sibyl was the first to do so.
“...You have completed your goal. At the cost of others.”
Avarice didn’t respond for a moment. She didn’t meet Sibyl’s gaze. “...Those fools were doomed, anyway. This world has an expiration date, and it is soon.”
“Yet, you chose to bring it closer for some. Innocent souls who had nothing to do with this. With us.”
“I don’t need a lecture. You brought them back. I brought you back. What is the plan now...?”
Sibyl didn’t respond. She pushed herself to her feet, staring into the darkness of the Voidblade, her arms folded behind her back. She let out a heavy sigh, the sound of someone making a decision. “Ava, my dear. There is no plan. There is no future. I have seen it, I have foretold it.”
Avarice’s posture shifted to something close to offense. “I didn’t waste my time gathering those morons just for you to deny me. I did this for you, why can’t you understand that...?” She stood, now glaring at her former lover with contempt. “I have done all of this for you, and you choose now to change your mind!? Are you insane?”
“No, you are! You have taken lives, crossed lines, cast that god-forbidden spell all that time ago! We could have gotten out, but you itched for power, for a solution that you knew would only bring ruin!”
Sibyl stepped closer, glaring down at the ghost with an expression both angered and haunted. “I loved you, Ava, but you have truly lived up to your name. You let greed consume you, and you killed my wife. You left nothing but a monster in her wake.” The words were bitter, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
“You are unfit to walk this plane.”
Avarice froze. “...No. N-No, don’t you dare! I’ll tear you apart before you could even think of doing that!” She didn’t get a chance to move before light blue chains wrapped around her wrists, anchoring her to the floor. The glow of Salvation shone above her, held by the woman she once loved.
“...So this is how it ends. You truly didn’t think ahead as I did, then.”
Sibly couldn’t meet her eyes. She brought her arms down, the sword cleaving the contractor in two, her body dissipating with a final scream as she vanished into soul particles. She sheathed the blade before sighing and wiping away a tear.
“...Goodbye, my love.”
With those final words, she turned to the darkness of the Voidblade. The Charter destabilized, causing the lair to begin folding in on itself. Before she could be taken with it, she stepped into the darkness, vanishing and leaving behind the lingering memory of the woman she once loved, slain by her hands.